tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73883027292208624802024-03-13T11:20:32.416-07:00Essence of VitalityTina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-1365465427474310592009-06-21T14:58:00.000-07:002009-06-21T15:15:54.652-07:00Show Stoppin.classy NEVER trashy<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7A1SztvmOdHwtGtwsDefeknPnnOCOBgBhcWIMfvs1Br-7oEgyxwT36tbouIj50xWCIImA0V8RxXpbxuLhPVrNlKPVb4iuBVL3vugMTg1Simz23E-07Nr7cTOQPvGZi_kmY1PH5f6FFf4t/s1600-h/black&&white.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7A1SztvmOdHwtGtwsDefeknPnnOCOBgBhcWIMfvs1Br-7oEgyxwT36tbouIj50xWCIImA0V8RxXpbxuLhPVrNlKPVb4iuBVL3vugMTg1Simz23E-07Nr7cTOQPvGZi_kmY1PH5f6FFf4t/s320/black&&white.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349905949164714242" /></a><br />not to mention a lil sass for that ass haha<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9QhMAuhxOMtzANZwVaDn43ZaTw6L33D9gAu3o1DnPaBEHkWhztAXV85mTz5E8mhM30NUv9StFCl6CBPS6QiJi7t_2R9IULmECh49hHi_CdgZ8eJZxBT-FO9iShrYYmdlWcJ41Osz6XQms/s1600-h/ok+girl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9QhMAuhxOMtzANZwVaDn43ZaTw6L33D9gAu3o1DnPaBEHkWhztAXV85mTz5E8mhM30NUv9StFCl6CBPS6QiJi7t_2R9IULmECh49hHi_CdgZ8eJZxBT-FO9iShrYYmdlWcJ41Osz6XQms/s320/ok+girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349906166006307026" /></a><br />crazy girls always have a great time<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZGWXiHLOE7wIZcjaf2wl8tpBVf7udiLaM1yzApBbwZmSjw-QqyQvWhdgpuY1hi1J1HzHB3tGyk3X094yIXIYlKwUun8WfYJkO1hl5Ac1eG3Oh9OhGzONCUF2jbuLk1TUoDIWKdLqINbtZ/s1600-h/bow.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZGWXiHLOE7wIZcjaf2wl8tpBVf7udiLaM1yzApBbwZmSjw-QqyQvWhdgpuY1hi1J1HzHB3tGyk3X094yIXIYlKwUun8WfYJkO1hl5Ac1eG3Oh9OhGzONCUF2jbuLk1TUoDIWKdLqINbtZ/s320/bow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349907429750509010" /></a><br />where money talks && fashion stalks...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK2ECIDmfCICLw-8xRzrBd-sQcA6-_le4EXeWqWjCTW1u1RGUAd9ONgsM3JZbLvn7KEt2hSLTb7BvM1Jepqdego1_aNm0UnudqhHG3KUY6A1GdLoJIcY8w1DyDkoMuCAlT8KB1EnF_5aT1/s1600-h/nyc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK2ECIDmfCICLw-8xRzrBd-sQcA6-_le4EXeWqWjCTW1u1RGUAd9ONgsM3JZbLvn7KEt2hSLTb7BvM1Jepqdego1_aNm0UnudqhHG3KUY6A1GdLoJIcY8w1DyDkoMuCAlT8KB1EnF_5aT1/s320/nyc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349906930860146962" /></a><br />you can never get enough os *US* =]Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-91922200504838487382009-05-06T21:21:00.000-07:002009-05-06T22:01:03.364-07:00Just out on business =]boy: tell me a funny story, or a joke.<br />girl: why dont you tell me a funny story..<br />boy: a funny story..hmmm..i came out to boston &<br />I met chu...thats a funny story, dont chu think?<br />girl:(smiles) yea it is funny, its like <em>destiny</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZ8KODT9LWUb7Qy70oEoZppO3pz66nmVEDRGS_IFOIlTKcqw1cJJeZmX3g6dsYbPaV1mRQ_F0zSEYDKoT3rRK9tc1s4JK1B0Q1iK9oBTlvMiG0kEhALBBxvGKwKUdIPzZjeGboaLFKoY3/s1600-h/me&chlo.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKZ8KODT9LWUb7Qy70oEoZppO3pz66nmVEDRGS_IFOIlTKcqw1cJJeZmX3g6dsYbPaV1mRQ_F0zSEYDKoT3rRK9tc1s4JK1B0Q1iK9oBTlvMiG0kEhALBBxvGKwKUdIPzZjeGboaLFKoY3/s320/me&chlo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332937942596355986" /></a><br /><br />funny how this whole day came about...right chlo'?<br />Even tho u couldnt be any less descreet, <br />pointin out all the fine shorties on newbury<br />including this one...well he pointed us out =]<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBUddLp-Dqyn5dAvXWH_SbTZjZzu7BbpKxrkn6D-7oNS8EVrUU0dW034jvzHDV4Pt2OnOEOA1jey4XnLIzVjEcxayFxjdLUe9ThFeqwh3WR8t3zMIZkStC5Vo9iZ9QIgAC3iK4aHN_wDe7/s1600-h/smoochies.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBUddLp-Dqyn5dAvXWH_SbTZjZzu7BbpKxrkn6D-7oNS8EVrUU0dW034jvzHDV4Pt2OnOEOA1jey4XnLIzVjEcxayFxjdLUe9ThFeqwh3WR8t3zMIZkStC5Vo9iZ9QIgAC3iK4aHN_wDe7/s320/smoochies.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332939016478475122" /></a><br /><br />ok well I guess we will see you later after were done getting "juiced" up<br />and grubbin on "shortie snacks"... <br />cuz we both kno this is WAY outta character haha<br />but "while im young,yes I wanna have some fun."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVYraWzp8CFUcxf9kT_NS-OnqHhbajaIQ1_hWUrUvYx2OA8gLidMC85WXbnvxbQH4NvHZ5et0eBM0Px00Aokj4mijgyAKgLzTcc2jE_V8XkHlEZSiXJUOZfmcJ0WWQFLJKNAOqPcYj7CiX/s1600-h/daybooze.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVYraWzp8CFUcxf9kT_NS-OnqHhbajaIQ1_hWUrUvYx2OA8gLidMC85WXbnvxbQH4NvHZ5et0eBM0Px00Aokj4mijgyAKgLzTcc2jE_V8XkHlEZSiXJUOZfmcJ0WWQFLJKNAOqPcYj7CiX/s320/daybooze.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332938220552688258" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh21ACKA-torzSeR7jJig7KO07ZuirkduCmYLBbW6pt593hF8JZtMqPCjeHPK3IB7EUM7zD9IbtFYgAK1Q6W7JeufUPbREb2ScSrI6d92SrhW5SiszlApBiZS9KoVzmf5jGX5CGxJhfmy6C/s1600-h/40.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh21ACKA-torzSeR7jJig7KO07ZuirkduCmYLBbW6pt593hF8JZtMqPCjeHPK3IB7EUM7zD9IbtFYgAK1Q6W7JeufUPbREb2ScSrI6d92SrhW5SiszlApBiZS9KoVzmf5jGX5CGxJhfmy6C/s320/40.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332940180733529378" /></a><br /><br /><br />hopped out the window...turn my swagg on, its almost 2 am...<br />jump in the cab, over the bridge " $6.37 YES! heres 6 dollars & 50 cents"<br />waiting in the sheraton lobby and drunk messes stumble in..<br />"oh yall aint drunk?!"...well not anymore shortie...fuck does this look like?!<br />at this point...def not diggin the atmosphere but there is no way to escape.<br /><br />its getting late FUCK.! everyone asleep in the room,<br />guess we'll keep you shorties company for a little...<br />suprisingly we got into some nice conversation and got a lil close too =]<br />i was fed...strawberries..mmmm my fav =D<br />and I was entertained...<br /><br />boy: lets play a game...its called lemme get ur number.<br />If you give me your number you win<br /><br />YES! I WON! and he did too...baggin me of course haha chicka chicka oww oww =]Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-82657532359868460372009-04-16T10:33:00.000-07:002009-04-16T10:36:52.579-07:00Would you be my boyfriend for tonight?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-TBSuJxPGIU6O1YH1hNx5cBxUHL0VZwmtyTJrPixjm_YiHQUie6w184P3V0A3h7WhT_fDWfWrtxPlf1E_LwhPb_ZnjlJlHEG4BT4kr4dc2_VjH_YThtOP7LUE3setXcA3kUNYe6TlzwS/s1600-h/bf.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY-TBSuJxPGIU6O1YH1hNx5cBxUHL0VZwmtyTJrPixjm_YiHQUie6w184P3V0A3h7WhT_fDWfWrtxPlf1E_LwhPb_ZnjlJlHEG4BT4kr4dc2_VjH_YThtOP7LUE3setXcA3kUNYe6TlzwS/s400/bf.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325344088122671442" /></a><br /><br />The phone rings. Its you and its agreed. Your my shortie for tonight. I hear your voice & see you for the first time in forever,all in less than 24 hrs. This is a lil weird. I'm not used to this. Excuse me if I'm being timid but we both kno this is a bit akward. Regardless, your company was nice and your presence was appreicated. You couldn't have picked a more beautiful day to spend with me, and not to mention end it off with the sweetest kiss.<br /><br />Thank you. Come again =]<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU8H5kNh2VyIjCYdxU9rPnDmXQjlYYTgW0bUX5d2Oto5M1tc2TljOhyD7B1xojGYIWhZHPiiNRMhUHWdX8pUDkFYkSI3j-sb-9PO4RfxZdY2lNnZIUXaKk_AvQv2KoSthDrRNkapCfEL8_/s1600-h/miss+you.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU8H5kNh2VyIjCYdxU9rPnDmXQjlYYTgW0bUX5d2Oto5M1tc2TljOhyD7B1xojGYIWhZHPiiNRMhUHWdX8pUDkFYkSI3j-sb-9PO4RfxZdY2lNnZIUXaKk_AvQv2KoSthDrRNkapCfEL8_/s400/miss+you.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325344245454010562" /></a><br /><br />=] =] =] =] =] =] =] =] =]Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-79132084285968942362009-03-26T01:34:00.001-07:002009-03-26T01:41:19.960-07:00Main squeezeeeeee.Got DAMNNN.!<br />YES Daniel Sunjata is <strong>deliciously</strong> SEXY!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggATucpyOjMnNCgae2sv7ZvIRJZqV-dLhabuRvgYfXvIyRMbhBMaGt1QeM8OmySACKnOl37903urQAi9NECqQKb1KKTMJreMDwK9d6nIO9mMTmM1ID1biSp4yRJhNN17gwFZk6GkisxtIQ/s1600-h/shorite.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggATucpyOjMnNCgae2sv7ZvIRJZqV-dLhabuRvgYfXvIyRMbhBMaGt1QeM8OmySACKnOl37903urQAi9NECqQKb1KKTMJreMDwK9d6nIO9mMTmM1ID1biSp4yRJhNN17gwFZk6GkisxtIQ/s400/shorite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317412285126045586" /></a><br /><br /><br />&& YES I would tearr that African American,German & Irish ass UP!<br /><br />haha ladies?...can I get an <em>amen</em>? HOLALOUYAH!! =]Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-953581853369503682009-03-20T23:46:00.000-07:002009-03-20T23:52:46.133-07:00Love is COURAGE"he took me to the bayou, he laid me down, and he rubbed my head so gently..."<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBHhTuZ352ypRtottvbu0imphhjbNGhKXU9OeIgDU1ZpDGumOsBbzkwb7Uca5vnrui7-c_FCegf8RKOT8UQUY-U-c7xw0jeQlyi-jsmTbyk0Mo3MsWNFHX3YB4hvP0mXwxHv4rIAuSeQu8/s1600-h/bayou.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBHhTuZ352ypRtottvbu0imphhjbNGhKXU9OeIgDU1ZpDGumOsBbzkwb7Uca5vnrui7-c_FCegf8RKOT8UQUY-U-c7xw0jeQlyi-jsmTbyk0Mo3MsWNFHX3YB4hvP0mXwxHv4rIAuSeQu8/s400/bayou.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315529471682931378" /></a><br /><br />"What you found was quiet... in a world full of thunder."Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-63812987821226698102009-03-17T23:08:00.000-07:002009-03-21T01:58:48.616-07:00Via: Email<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8BUNIRidtylD8Kgsc5ZO1-b_syWCmad0jJ7rDfbU3L7m1ebQrQf8v_hGojXNh-MTopM9_6tdXduzNiG6x1_EX0f4VpRhCrd5YxLhbHYgjZ26XptVj6eBAycQgBrnn252J16JHNcKejrsT/s1600-h/rihanna.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 281px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8BUNIRidtylD8Kgsc5ZO1-b_syWCmad0jJ7rDfbU3L7m1ebQrQf8v_hGojXNh-MTopM9_6tdXduzNiG6x1_EX0f4VpRhCrd5YxLhbHYgjZ26XptVj6eBAycQgBrnn252J16JHNcKejrsT/s400/rihanna.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314406167336545570" /></a><br /><br />My <strong>Bajan</strong> "brother-in-law" sent me this email yesterday...ok so he is a little slow hee hee =] but peep...<br /><br /><br />"This shit is unreal. I hope someone writes me back and say that that's not really Rihanna cuz i have just seen this pic for the first time and i can't believe this so-called man is still living his life the way he chooses to. How could someone let there (child, sister, cousin, friend) have this happen to them and allow the person who did it to walk the streets or better yet live. Her folks must not be real Bajans, cuz Bitch Brown would be walking wit artificial legs, use pencils for fingers, a bag to piss and shit in, and then to make him really understand what he did, a real bajan would tie his ass to a tree and just throw rocks at him then piss on his bruised body to show him what pain is. I wish and hope he is sent to jail for even 3 days so he can see how it feels when a man beats a woman."<br /><br /><br /><br />BOTTOM LINE: PROTECT YOUR OWN, NEVER LET MONEY DECIDE WHO YOU ARE IN LIFE & STAY TRUE TO YOURSELF.<br /><br /><br /><strong>Brutal</strong>...truth hurts but very well said. =]Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-72979228364139954222009-03-17T22:35:00.000-07:002009-03-18T10:47:28.966-07:00"Him"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejmOmUhyphenhyphenewykb58MxAMW4oKejutzu3FchGbvvM5Q_3yENg4wpBjqlPOVjMOSkwLwaSN0iHiY3RJsW2xzy8cBFvz5bpvNMIinVA3K8O7mcX7QYOVgnXQvrkMpFkkuKpSobfMi2Ot2yZr2b/s1600-h/marilyn-monroe-168.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiejmOmUhyphenhyphenewykb58MxAMW4oKejutzu3FchGbvvM5Q_3yENg4wpBjqlPOVjMOSkwLwaSN0iHiY3RJsW2xzy8cBFvz5bpvNMIinVA3K8O7mcX7QYOVgnXQvrkMpFkkuKpSobfMi2Ot2yZr2b/s400/marilyn-monroe-168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314401448749935858" /></a><br />That's my issue. I keep telling myself that things were so good and that there is potential, but never realized how long it would take till that potential was executed into making a lasting relationship. That, or getting left. The late and great <strong>Marilyn Monroe</strong> once said <em>"A wise girl kisses but doesn't love, listens but doesn't believe, and leaves before she is left."</em> She maybe right, but I still do believe in "soul mates". I'm a firm believer in "true love" and that there is someone made for everyone. Every women has made mistakes when it comes to men but without those mistakes made, there would be no room for perfection. There would be no accuracy for choosing the right man, certainty that he is the right man, and understanding as to why that is. Other than that we would be lying to ourselves, but certainty is <strong>TRUTH</strong>. Sometimes we may not have the patience or energy calculating how many guys it will take before you find "<strong>him</strong>" but it's well worth the hardship.Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-11161965452458621112009-03-16T09:00:00.000-07:002009-03-16T09:22:36.383-07:00Bomboclot readin'<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkyuCxcLfWNOqEZsGsS-me4fIWDiGNXE96rP2FJa11r_lu0htW5viu61vtmBmgF0mjaf_iJTfdsjBKd3Yzge3f-3YWbu-u5OM4SFvJa8Qpa0_o_yuARmq6WYqWJYOup4_Yll3j4kF7ScuG/s1600-h/chlo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkyuCxcLfWNOqEZsGsS-me4fIWDiGNXE96rP2FJa11r_lu0htW5viu61vtmBmgF0mjaf_iJTfdsjBKd3Yzge3f-3YWbu-u5OM4SFvJa8Qpa0_o_yuARmq6WYqWJYOup4_Yll3j4kF7ScuG/s400/chlo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313820893740209906" /></a><br />"Chloe, Ms. Cleo, gimme a bomboclot readin..." Sebbie rapped on about one of my besties. Who knew that he would know her <strong>future</strong>. Yes, my "psychic" is my best friend, Chloe but I like to call her <strong>Ms. Chlo' jo </strong>=] She gives me insight to my future especially <em>"my love life"</em>. Well, maybe she cant tell me the future, but she can damn well <strong>tell it like it is</strong>. She gets these feelings and forces that come to her, and tells me, no mater how outrageous it may sound haha. I appreciate all her stupidity and blasphemy, but also her words of wisdom. I don't need to be ripped off by a complete stranger. I already have a "psychic" that knows me well enough. =]Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-84786658735404814992009-03-12T19:55:00.000-07:002009-03-12T20:04:51.486-07:00Like one of the greats.Christina Arroyo<br />Photography 2<br />Ms. Milligan<br />April 2008<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg07faXH-1zcVClVzt1hY37uWCD7W5R5NoRn5qd82ivOV8yAnmzEtE2Z1njRvbUNScQQyUFjQ0Nvjgx7TDhRc-QiFW9aK-f1oaxMufx3uHou3Fc1B7_q65i1LEE25_mY5-8Gdl7LdV3O8KM/s1600-h/irving.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg07faXH-1zcVClVzt1hY37uWCD7W5R5NoRn5qd82ivOV8yAnmzEtE2Z1njRvbUNScQQyUFjQ0Nvjgx7TDhRc-QiFW9aK-f1oaxMufx3uHou3Fc1B7_q65i1LEE25_mY5-8Gdl7LdV3O8KM/s320/irving.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312502300510296402" /></a><br /> I love photography. Honestly, I never thought I would be saying this but it has been a wonderful experience for me. I feel like it has come natural to me since I entered Ms. Milligan's class, although my past experiences weren't so great. I took Photo 1 at Watertown High and found it to be really confusing. I never really understood the concept and I took awful pictures. This semester I chose to take Photo 2 as a last resort, with the mind set that I wasnt gonna be so great at it. I joined the class a day late, but just in time to go over the basics. Ms. Milligan kept it short and simple so that I understood the concepts, and with that knowledge I learned to take beautiful pictures. The CRLS photography program helped me discover a talent I never knew exsisted. With my new talent I hope to capture feelings and emotions from my photograghs, and from the people viewing them as well. A famous photographer, <strong>Irving Penn </strong>once said <strong>"A good photograph is one that communicates a fact, touches the heart and leaves the viewer a changed person for having seen it." </strong>This is what I plan to do with this course. I plan bring forth photographs with a statement to show my true passion for photography.Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-71090433601559300292009-03-12T18:23:00.000-07:002009-03-12T19:22:14.469-07:00Under mi sensi...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioKu76gr3WhrWgPXBdgX50usFNe_mE1a3t1om_k77t62uc8I7zLBgwWzUy-dxFqIGyBjGqBmF77cBGK0F_P7DD8uK-5yXe57lhjJk7x6dVtFeFEeejkRKnyqDD4b6elTlsxYBVEMVCdWf0/s1600-h/daughtahh.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioKu76gr3WhrWgPXBdgX50usFNe_mE1a3t1om_k77t62uc8I7zLBgwWzUy-dxFqIGyBjGqBmF77cBGK0F_P7DD8uK-5yXe57lhjJk7x6dVtFeFEeejkRKnyqDD4b6elTlsxYBVEMVCdWf0/s400/daughtahh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312477219852449458" /></a><br /><br />Me say, ay natty dreadlock a where you come from?! ;]Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-59137180451558328502009-03-11T21:56:00.000-07:002009-03-21T01:58:09.784-07:00I remember like yesterday...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJlCqQ4CsdvOPf1WZ2Xz0ncO9D28-lIHamuUAELFhSqksr5gK4rVQAyfIy6CiuTCAS-zkwhnz_OlfDYcIyYeRbycq_Q_XPASa-IOVRRhnKXd2sYuACHVUpWX-yZPpFtid6LmCzcDXsVLlD/s1600-h/inbed.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJlCqQ4CsdvOPf1WZ2Xz0ncO9D28-lIHamuUAELFhSqksr5gK4rVQAyfIy6CiuTCAS-zkwhnz_OlfDYcIyYeRbycq_Q_XPASa-IOVRRhnKXd2sYuACHVUpWX-yZPpFtid6LmCzcDXsVLlD/s400/inbed.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312167950816850610" /></a><br />We woke up side by side at a friends house. My belongings were out of the way so I decided to purchase my essentials for the day. A mini blow dryer and a pair of purple "penguin printed" underwear you helped pick out. I'm glad you liked them as much as I did. =] On our way back, we stopped to catch little cuzzo's opening day at the baseball field across the street from where we awoke that morning.The whole fam was there, some which I never met before that day. How beautiful they all were, until things got "ugly". Screaming and fighting in public, unbearable for any loved one to witness. "Come on let's get outta here." you said to me and we took that "walk of shame" <em>together.</em> I didn't know what to do or say. I'd never seen you look so <em>vulnerable.</em><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOYvqC_awR5NCnNGx14AryhTUomswcg9NsJXuAarsjnw3OoWQCACI7grh8IBaAHR3VvUn0_4MVMMXJM6ydrj6YHAGbUjEl4WN6UGlzjGUAp14VkPDFYLh3O8l1IZ1Y1HN4bCCYl7BfOup/s1600-h/steamyvy9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOYvqC_awR5NCnNGx14AryhTUomswcg9NsJXuAarsjnw3OoWQCACI7grh8IBaAHR3VvUn0_4MVMMXJM6ydrj6YHAGbUjEl4WN6UGlzjGUAp14VkPDFYLh3O8l1IZ1Y1HN4bCCYl7BfOup/s400/steamyvy9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312167958398833138" /></a><br />We got to the house and headed for the shower. As water cascaded down your back, I can see in your eyes you were still saddened. You were looking down at the ground, as if you were alone, but you weren't,<strong>I was there.</strong> I embraced you, washed you, soaked up every emotion from your dripping body, and wrung them free. We kissed so passionately and made love.(and washed again of course ;]) After our much needed cleanse, I put on my fun new panties, got dressed, and dried my hair with my new "mini dryer" and a round brush. I blasted my beats while doing the do and while you had chill time with the fellas in the next room. I was almost finished,wrapping my hair around my brush, listening to Ron Isley's "Between the Sheets" you walk in and stand behind me. You place your head on my shoulder and start to rock me from side to side singing "oooohh baby, baby, I feel your looooove surrounding me." along with the man himself. That put a smile on both our faces. I don't remember much else but I do remember being admired for our relationship and you telling me <em>"your hair looks nice."</em><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>"Every memory isn't shattered but never rekindled..........."</strong>Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-64972781623496414352009-03-05T21:30:00.000-08:002009-03-05T21:35:09.635-08:00If you forget me...Well, now,<br />if little by little you stop loving me<br />I shall stop loving you little by little.<br />If suddenly<br />you forget me<br />do not look for me,<br />for I shall already have forgotten you.<br /><br /><br />If you think it long and mad,<br />the wind of banners<br />that passes through my life,<br />and you decide<br />to leave me at the shore<br />of the heart where I have roots,<br /><br />remember<br /><br />that on that day,<br />at that hour,<br />I shall lift my arms<br />and my roots will set off<br />to seek another land.<br /><br />But<br /><br />if each day,<br />each hour,<br />you feel that you are destined for me<br />with implacable sweetness,<br /><br />if each day a flower<br />climbs up to your lips to seek me,<br />ah my love, ah my own,<br />in me all that fire is repeated,<br />in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,<br />my love feeds on your love, beloved,<br />and as long as you live it will be in your arms<br />without leaving mine<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmb2f13qC-7RMB9SmDtaRv0YgSxKN1m1jLWIeoQ5QUEy6ZOySne8xDXWuF4O0tdCeMfQDzcLPG1lEzh4ccCg7mCjplMlOohjQCnlXVwqXeP75NiNVUdV6UvZQdnlxWufI34MB_oqSGwg_/s1600-h/jas"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCmb2f13qC-7RMB9SmDtaRv0YgSxKN1m1jLWIeoQ5QUEy6ZOySne8xDXWuF4O0tdCeMfQDzcLPG1lEzh4ccCg7mCjplMlOohjQCnlXVwqXeP75NiNVUdV6UvZQdnlxWufI34MB_oqSGwg_/s400/jas" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309943820737437026" /></a><br /><br />Compliments to my oh em gee. love you =]Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-40293138252210318552009-03-04T20:10:00.000-08:002009-03-04T20:14:48.066-08:00Napoleon Bonaparte"As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny and the meaning of my life."<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKFYYKU29dc-bm2OoAyJUqjc1XtKqCbvRCCwANycWxJIglruwQFQiNTxX0MiAjPr0XjPdR1yZSi2mWy3CuitKFyu36rtGEmV21ZQFIJ13id3oTfkHTstQp5FqzCm208MVV-CRyeAhHD1Pa/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKFYYKU29dc-bm2OoAyJUqjc1XtKqCbvRCCwANycWxJIglruwQFQiNTxX0MiAjPr0XjPdR1yZSi2mWy3CuitKFyu36rtGEmV21ZQFIJ13id3oTfkHTstQp5FqzCm208MVV-CRyeAhHD1Pa/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309551696111438930" /></a><br /><br />Soooooooooo...where's my napoleon at?Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-4077885731688968902009-03-03T21:29:00.000-08:002009-03-03T21:32:18.978-08:00OH EM GEE =OThis is known to be the first albino dolphin!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf44xLKkWWOYffmtDt4oMDHDe83opkWmTfexasv69KQ_d3-faECl1Ry_1OtkaIlNiugrupmbiLQ4mifgeHrrp_S14w1opKbVe6-HqrrmtI20WfB_-njNP1IeVQUQIHIRhx9ftFy8acjR5n/s1600-h/0303_pink_dolphin_caters.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf44xLKkWWOYffmtDt4oMDHDe83opkWmTfexasv69KQ_d3-faECl1Ry_1OtkaIlNiugrupmbiLQ4mifgeHrrp_S14w1opKbVe6-HqrrmtI20WfB_-njNP1IeVQUQIHIRhx9ftFy8acjR5n/s400/0303_pink_dolphin_caters.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309200807333300322" /></a><br /><br />I HATE the ocean...but I want one. =]Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-47505514931939616102009-03-02T23:44:00.000-08:002009-03-03T14:07:29.841-08:00Another reason I'm the ish...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW71qCwtRLwi04lng5Q4e0c_rz6Zp1ok09FHdr7ZCLB9s1N7CJeT0MSJNMvG7R3wjhOJRRFVLz05fCZOoh_fKY-gF8CkhbyZ2RV2IddGxeQJ270dFkiyxX979H7uMiipuA95DjOorHYl_8/s1600-h/cense.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 319px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiW71qCwtRLwi04lng5Q4e0c_rz6Zp1ok09FHdr7ZCLB9s1N7CJeT0MSJNMvG7R3wjhOJRRFVLz05fCZOoh_fKY-gF8CkhbyZ2RV2IddGxeQJ270dFkiyxX979H7uMiipuA95DjOorHYl_8/s400/cense.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309086451136880514" /></a><br /><br />This is my expression, in black and white. Color is ok but contrast is preferred. Like pen to a paper, photography tells me a story, any story I please, which is the best part. I can look at a photograph and feel one way, then go back and look at it 20 minutes later and feel totally different. "A picture says a thousand words", greater than any fairy tale...it's your tale.Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-61986632230081125182009-02-23T11:01:00.000-08:002009-02-23T11:03:22.390-08:00Presidential Couture<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEn1YOjg5tPMSgta7K7DPAacTJY6B4sgXw0yYW0M8Jzh92O-CHjpTrWrZ2tJknw3fRSuYbkmS6qrH5uzIs4bB0FH6GlanW1teRBUrzz8ndct7pDHdXHJV9CwwQzVaR3goRaz2JfOyLgGY3/s1600-h/michelle_obama_vogue_cover.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEn1YOjg5tPMSgta7K7DPAacTJY6B4sgXw0yYW0M8Jzh92O-CHjpTrWrZ2tJknw3fRSuYbkmS6qrH5uzIs4bB0FH6GlanW1teRBUrzz8ndct7pDHdXHJV9CwwQzVaR3goRaz2JfOyLgGY3/s320/michelle_obama_vogue_cover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306070088443184162" /></a><br /><br />Girl you better WORK.! ;)Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-53408947318619122782009-02-23T10:58:00.000-08:002009-02-23T11:00:22.131-08:00Branded.!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjktTu2cMLZp53a7GwNKqI-WlNcbSuz-sn7AP62vjEunheVqK4OaKWQOFHT60CfV4Z-IrzPPcjhpTI3Dff0MtkDPA-Wy5aDsNx0V8ooWD5MtQg4SxOKjywJaEju-TWqqUaou8tOxstwUr9G/s1600-h/virgo-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjktTu2cMLZp53a7GwNKqI-WlNcbSuz-sn7AP62vjEunheVqK4OaKWQOFHT60CfV4Z-IrzPPcjhpTI3Dff0MtkDPA-Wy5aDsNx0V8ooWD5MtQg4SxOKjywJaEju-TWqqUaou8tOxstwUr9G/s320/virgo-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306069501294970370" /></a><br /><br />The affection of a virgo, which sign matches good with mine. =]Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-22709606363623644162009-02-11T22:52:00.001-08:002009-02-12T00:26:44.658-08:00Rescue Me.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLC7OCcSUet-CgoPSarwIuU0Ud40zXwvVDXfwjQ6vUN6STyJ7lEp6KJuv34dI1T-g5UAkLgcvG7xqHuJqeZMkaG6bl67oz_70weTVDryI1MohpspnjVdJUPt8qAswDOfL9H6TiNcQApAvL/s1600-h/thx16.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLC7OCcSUet-CgoPSarwIuU0Ud40zXwvVDXfwjQ6vUN6STyJ7lEp6KJuv34dI1T-g5UAkLgcvG7xqHuJqeZMkaG6bl67oz_70weTVDryI1MohpspnjVdJUPt8qAswDOfL9H6TiNcQApAvL/s320/thx16.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301811907449591266" /></a><br />I want something to love.<br />Without help from up above.<br />Why have a <em>pigeon</em> when you can have a dove?<br />Journey with me and together we will find "true love"<br />Be kind and patient. Follow your heart.<br />This isn't working for you...is it?<br />I did all I can put in all my efforts.<br />What's your "strategy?"<br />I cant decipher. Where do I go? I'm lost.<br />At times I wallow in my own self pity but this is the worst.<br />So many questions. Questions that will NEVER be answered.<br />I'm stuck here. At this dead end.<br />All I need is your heart felt guidance and liberation.<br /><br />Rescue Me.Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-26066036066910141582009-02-11T11:17:00.000-08:002009-02-11T11:20:51.817-08:00I am WOMAN.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ7YzqvDGAAZWfwp6tsYNHMXWH-79vPUQE9uGfNEni_3Z7W21FFeKWjsVpO2z8l5FeDvqnipEGWFL1mcyJAiq8Wr18f6X218P_SRcTvBiF3dykscEAo_wse3If9rhZgDp8c1hzAVsdwmkN/s1600-h/cchanel_cbeatonB.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ7YzqvDGAAZWfwp6tsYNHMXWH-79vPUQE9uGfNEni_3Z7W21FFeKWjsVpO2z8l5FeDvqnipEGWFL1mcyJAiq8Wr18f6X218P_SRcTvBiF3dykscEAo_wse3If9rhZgDp8c1hzAVsdwmkN/s320/cchanel_cbeatonB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301621507156472130" /></a><br />I am WOMAN. <br />Characterized by class, beauty and moral integrity. <br />I stand for love and respect. <br />If not, then <em>who am I to judge?</em>Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-6603570400466028492009-02-09T23:33:00.000-08:002009-02-09T23:39:51.631-08:00ugh.!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_cD4j_ZpHXCwGXNn_DpAHroD95KKZHGmKnCpSo0OUZGRmPOPhGKE3wTNyKbSjWJIGbtJX4QUo-56OwNIcfPETkG98H9dkdFX06l7SzWh_RMsZNIZTXZPFmOhpiZx2wzeHQ20Ctv2XQRX/s1600-h/5120JEAP1FL._SL500_AA240_"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhz_cD4j_ZpHXCwGXNn_DpAHroD95KKZHGmKnCpSo0OUZGRmPOPhGKE3wTNyKbSjWJIGbtJX4QUo-56OwNIcfPETkG98H9dkdFX06l7SzWh_RMsZNIZTXZPFmOhpiZx2wzeHQ20Ctv2XQRX/s320/5120JEAP1FL._SL500_AA240_" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301069001700756706" /></a><br />feelin down ladies?<br /><br />have you given up on <em>love?</em><br /><br />well this should cheer you up =]Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-66960035542947099192009-02-09T00:03:00.000-08:002009-02-11T23:48:57.457-08:00Smokin Section.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9fnyMPUoQ3V5I6M4U2PYl3cY3aB42lussu7hX3UvCK-1_kO-AAZB9NXP9R51kYqOBLxYFs6x9QjktpZZ8Va1668ZgyXLNQeVt8rfLfETREUAIWT1LtLSbIuLB26AVdBLdAreoKhxnL2Gq/s1600-h/photography-1.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9fnyMPUoQ3V5I6M4U2PYl3cY3aB42lussu7hX3UvCK-1_kO-AAZB9NXP9R51kYqOBLxYFs6x9QjktpZZ8Va1668ZgyXLNQeVt8rfLfETREUAIWT1LtLSbIuLB26AVdBLdAreoKhxnL2Gq/s320/photography-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301814637496035522" /></a><br />Inhale my soul.<br />Breathe out my comfort.<br />Find me where you left me.<br />Clouds of smoke.<br />Inhaled thoughts I get lost in.<br />Find me where you left me.<br />Taken to your paradise.<br />Heart racing a mile a minute, breathe <em>easy </em> now.<br />Find me where you left me.<br /><br />Chillin...in the smokin section.Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-27860716922740615002009-01-25T20:41:00.001-08:002009-01-26T20:12:09.940-08:00Analyze THAT.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKNpA57-h6iCO6pQrXZbqUXCMbXfaH_cM4GcNG6CfRZRWyidXhW4JLPGFmNZ2f9SE8kI5qsRQSDB7ofVAgRAn64suqnnBVOvRcAZ9Uu1hOA9x79jCAbJEsosiUys16QsOW-OFQLJcA8uT/s1600-h/se_que_volveras18.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcKNpA57-h6iCO6pQrXZbqUXCMbXfaH_cM4GcNG6CfRZRWyidXhW4JLPGFmNZ2f9SE8kI5qsRQSDB7ofVAgRAn64suqnnBVOvRcAZ9Uu1hOA9x79jCAbJEsosiUys16QsOW-OFQLJcA8uT/s320/se_que_volveras18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295480146607059474" /></a><br />Having faith & putting your hopes into the mindful & willing doesn't always conquer victory. Instead it evolves into somewhat of a battle. A debate even. Your word against mine, and mine against yours. Could we ever reach an understanding & end this war between us?I come to you with a fight, not with words but with love.Would you open you're heart and let love speak for you? Would allow your heart to endure this love? If I have to ask these questions than I lost the battle. I cant begin to debate. I'm not a lawyer or a politician. I'm a lover. I'll let love speak for me. <br /><br />Analyze that.Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-89585996181422547292009-01-05T23:23:00.000-08:002009-01-05T23:25:46.251-08:00Dream && ACHIEVE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCCHv2xfmP3DH4aXepuj2aBfom1pig3FnrY5bSyNZDdFfZOqsjBVhgbkrQ2GSf4osa4sGkQnDITtn4sZKQQFLg418KjaHuEgqA7Ak6YzjElzgjB7HlAWx863t-vpARV82U16gqWdqd0Xy_/s1600-h/l_04bca1231372a0e7d7c5b127284c25d4.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCCHv2xfmP3DH4aXepuj2aBfom1pig3FnrY5bSyNZDdFfZOqsjBVhgbkrQ2GSf4osa4sGkQnDITtn4sZKQQFLg418KjaHuEgqA7Ak6YzjElzgjB7HlAWx863t-vpARV82U16gqWdqd0Xy_/s320/l_04bca1231372a0e7d7c5b127284c25d4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288078564024768802" /></a><br />The picture says it all. kudos to me =]Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-24866008257519652322009-01-05T23:06:00.000-08:002009-01-15T22:51:20.565-08:00Absence makes the heart grow fonder...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB1DmB1OJa6mX3C_XXOorjKZnQFufcDYa485SaAON2b8oMGlfzzzSU2ufue4Baj2VpLqYfwKoMesOrFatNV_ohsp4BADjC0Lx5I6bxoOehkngYSABwvbs5vzaSIL08K4QjnaS9_hREmm_z/s1600-h/l_b8f758f8195441da9ca4612a681f6505.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB1DmB1OJa6mX3C_XXOorjKZnQFufcDYa485SaAON2b8oMGlfzzzSU2ufue4Baj2VpLqYfwKoMesOrFatNV_ohsp4BADjC0Lx5I6bxoOehkngYSABwvbs5vzaSIL08K4QjnaS9_hREmm_z/s320/l_b8f758f8195441da9ca4612a681f6505.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288077948293300242" /></a><br />You never know what you got till its gone. Fonder you're heart will grow & sad you may be. But is that my fault? Afterall you put yourself in this position. As they say "if you cant take the heat, then get the FUCK out the kitchen." Can you handle me? Doubt it. As "complicated" as I may be...I will be missed. Your mind cant handle the stress but its the HEART that "grows fonder." So tell me this...which hurts more?Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7388302729220862480.post-15881074352107833152009-01-03T19:22:00.000-08:002009-01-06T11:10:39.383-08:00My Days Without You...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_q3_UA98oiu81GGSy13bIOnwS8ST1L8aJWYDAKrwz6EkvRIUqUozSmbjwM_CftwZcWuuO-LrG50DnG7kuyrNWgQsMVmMQEb8QACB_RCzGjaVpvW_bx9LziH_qD-mdVRdUmt1zcX9gcQgP/s1600-h/1177989557-311-3AngelSad_BlackWhite.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_q3_UA98oiu81GGSy13bIOnwS8ST1L8aJWYDAKrwz6EkvRIUqUozSmbjwM_CftwZcWuuO-LrG50DnG7kuyrNWgQsMVmMQEb8QACB_RCzGjaVpvW_bx9LziH_qD-mdVRdUmt1zcX9gcQgP/s320/1177989557-311-3AngelSad_BlackWhite.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288260092077280082" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">As I sit here, I wonder. I think about how I am changing & how I am growing into "womanhood". When starting to see things more clearly, I notice I have much to think about. I think about the pain in my life & how your sweet kiss would make it all better. In the mean time, I can't dream. I can only live life's harsh realities without having you to turn to. My days without you haven't been the brightest, but the sense of knowing you will always be there to love me through any complications fills my heart with hope & joy. This love carries sense & drive I CANT endure. I HAVE fallen in love. I know I have because although intimidated by the past, I can't run from you. I can feel love run through my veins as it bleeds from my heart. As of now, I don't have much of a choice, so I continue my days without you. Either way, with or without... I am thankful.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"> yours....truly.</span>Tina Babersz!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/01802509907793642998noreply@blogger.com0