<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:33:24.171-06:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Gay'/><category term='Chillin'/><category term='Club'/><category term='College'/><category term='Foolishness'/><category term='Thinking'/><category term='Sleep'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='First'/><category term='Pretty Ricky'/><category term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Ajay's Touch to Random</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-5626674725419192984</id><published>2010-09-03T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T00:58:33.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of my first day of classes, well. not as planned...</title><content type='html'>somebody tweeted something bout me, i told me friend about it, and after that, the convo was dead. like she didnt respond, so idk how to ffeel about it. mostly cuz it was about something very important....&amp;nbsp;so i feel like, i trusted someone way to early in our friendship, an it makes me look thristy, and a user. like im only fuckin with them to get what i want, when in fact its not even like that. an itss kinda like, wow, thas fucked up, cuz im not that kinda person. i actually legit like them, and they fun, but idk.i feel i shouldnt have said anything at all, to even begin with for it not even be tweeted, but to trust someone i jus met, an try to talk to them about it. its not even like that. argh.... so now. im jus left in limbo, and hoping that she jus fell asleep, and that we can talk about it later, GRANTED, it seemed stalkerish, but when u know ppl, u jus hear stufff, not even in a bad way. I jus know u graduated, thas all i know, and u had a twitter i requested and THOUGHT i was following. Little known fact... I DONT STALK......never. Its not in my nature, nor do i like it done to me... ugh... so, this should be an interesting friday.... another lesson learned... Trust and Honesty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-5626674725419192984?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/5626674725419192984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-of-my-first-day-of-classes-well-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/5626674725419192984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/5626674725419192984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/09/end-of-my-first-day-of-classes-well-not.html' title='The end of my first day of classes, well. not as planned...'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-268666746620535355</id><published>2010-05-23T20:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T20:37:26.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School's over....</title><content type='html'>Yes. I know. Its depressin. My first year of college is over. And what &lt;br&gt;and end it was. Imma jus say, that the friday I actually left NYC, I was &lt;br&gt;in  a threesome. But don&amp;#39;t judge me. Lol. It jus happened. After my last &lt;br&gt;post, I think it was spring break. Man oooooo man. My life changed. Fast &lt;br&gt;as hell. I started doin more things, finding out where I wanted to go an &lt;br&gt;wat. However, it wasnt fun. Learning about yurself when u only got a &lt;br&gt;month left of school. Finals an everything. And then. When u come home &lt;br&gt;for a week, u get REALLLLY irritated by lil kids. Especially those still &lt;br&gt;in high schoool. They look so damn rachet and rough. And they speak so &lt;br&gt;damn ignorant. Its not even funny. Idk what&amp;#39;s goin on with our youth &lt;br&gt;today. Its not goood. At ALLLLLLLL we need to teach them. But its &lt;br&gt;whatever tho. I wanna beat them but can&amp;#39;t. But this post not bout that. &lt;br&gt;Its about me ending school. I did good for the second semester. If I &lt;br&gt;didn&amp;#39;t fuck up my first semester, then id be good. BUT! No. I did. So I &lt;br&gt;gotta deal with it. Im bout to be one semester away from bein where I &lt;br&gt;wanna be in life. Im not complaining. Either way, I learned a lot bout &lt;br&gt;myself in college. Its been fun. I can&amp;#39;t wait to go back&lt;br&gt;--serene09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-268666746620535355?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/268666746620535355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/05/schools-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/268666746620535355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/268666746620535355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/05/schools-over.html' title='School&apos;s over....'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-8056310566710248169</id><published>2010-04-24T01:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T03:30:45.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lust, crave, desire....</title><content type='html'>All those words I said above. Is how I feel right now. Right from the &lt;br /&gt;person I've had sex with before, to my future an life long commitment I &lt;br /&gt;want. I don't know how I feel anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im over my friends house, an I want it. But I know I can't. Least not &lt;br /&gt;anymore. &amp;nbsp;AND! On top of that, I am talkin (least &lt;br /&gt;in my mind) to this girl. She mad coool. I really really like her, an I &lt;br /&gt;have yet to meet her. She in Chicago right now, while im still in New &lt;br /&gt;York. But nonetheless, im not bout to try an fuck or nothing. Maybe a &lt;br /&gt;kiss, thas bout it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An as for school, there is soooo much. I desire a boo on campus. But &lt;br /&gt;imma work on that for next year. Fxck it. Idk what else to say. I wanna &lt;br /&gt;make a life long commitment. But I know I can't right now. Least not &lt;br /&gt;yet. Its mad work involved too. An that part I don't mind. Its jus every &lt;br /&gt;other detail involved. Ugh. And I want that 3.0 at least. But its &lt;br /&gt;alright. Imma ugh. We will get thru this. Smh. Lol&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Idk wat else to talk bout cuz well. I can't talk bout nothing &lt;br /&gt;specific. I do have mad shyt going on. But idk. I jus felt the need to &lt;br /&gt;email that. Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-8056310566710248169?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/8056310566710248169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/04/lust-crave-desire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/8056310566710248169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/8056310566710248169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/04/lust-crave-desire.html' title='Lust, crave, desire....'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-4622727153147234064</id><published>2010-03-10T02:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T02:32:39.661-06:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a first time for everything</title><content type='html'>Sooooo yeah. I always heard those stories of other having their college &lt;br&gt;experiences. I jus had mine. Spectacular. I wannna tell u. But my throat &lt;br&gt;would get slit. SOOOOO yeah. And she said that we would get closer to &lt;br&gt;each other. Im soooo frekkin excited I wanna tell the world. But I took &lt;br&gt;a vow. An I don wanna die. Omg. That was some of the hottest sex ever. &lt;br&gt;Spectacular. Until next time my dears....&lt;br&gt;--serene09 Ajay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-4622727153147234064?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/4622727153147234064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/03/theres-first-time-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/4622727153147234064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/4622727153147234064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/03/theres-first-time-for-everything.html' title='There&apos;s a first time for everything'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-6824394812347830563</id><published>2010-02-22T02:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T02:41:16.885-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know how to feel</title><content type='html'>I want to be like whatever, lets fuck, even if u not interested; or &lt;br&gt;pissed cuz my friend was drunk. A messy drunk too. Under the influence &lt;br&gt;of Alcohol...... an if u gonna pregame, do it in Moderation.....&lt;p&gt;	So my friend Bryan was drunk. We were supposed to meet at Ruby Tuesday, &lt;br&gt;an meet his potential from London, and our mutual friend Al. It was &lt;br&gt;supposed to be a civilized night. Fun night. To gab an catch up on life. &lt;br&gt;No. Bryan shows up late, drunk, an calls sayin he stuck inside the &lt;br&gt;bathroom at McDonalds. If that don say enuf. Idk. This is all jus to &lt;br&gt;much to interpret. Overall. This man jus messed up. An he was outta this &lt;br&gt;world sexy. Id certainly try an hit. I wantd to. But. Al stole the show. &lt;br&gt;An thas DEF fine with me. Lol. Im happy for him. I mean. Nothing may &lt;br&gt;happen btween them. But hell. Lol. Mmmmm he was fucking scrumptious. &lt;br&gt;Lemme tell u. I wanna put up a pic. Hell. I will. And I doubt ppl will &lt;br&gt;see this blog/post. Lol. He from London/Nigeria/lagos. Ok. Im done. Here &lt;br&gt;he is..... he is the one on the left. Bryan is on the Right. Drunk &lt;br&gt;mouths speak a sober mind. Thas all I will say. He said an did things &lt;br&gt;unnecessairly. I love him tho. But dam.... but yeah. The sexy one on the &lt;br&gt;left. Mmmmhmmmm lol&lt;p&gt;	Oh. An I spent $87 at Target. Highly upsetting. Granted, everything I &lt;br&gt;got I needed, but that doesn&amp;#39;t mean I wantd to spend all my money there. &lt;br&gt;Wat bout my shoes an clothes I was supposed 2 get with that money. FUCK! &lt;br&gt;Oh well. But this is me on the way. I thought I bein fresh an wat. Thas &lt;br&gt;a lie. Lol. But I try. I need to update my shoes and clothes tho. Fuck. &lt;br&gt;I jus want a sugar mama to take care of me. Ill eat da pussy. Buy me &lt;br&gt;some gucci. Hell. Even some pucci.... I wana be fresh&lt;p&gt;	God. I love being in New York.... imma miss it come May 12 though. Im &lt;br&gt;gonna wanna go an visit an everything quite often over the summer. Fuck &lt;br&gt;work. Lol. Well. Lemme work THEN! Come out here early. Lol. Al is a mess &lt;br&gt;love it. Lol. So is Bryan when he sober. Lol. All 3 of us are special. I &lt;br&gt;wish I was born and raised on the East Coast. Especially in New York. To &lt;br&gt;have grown up here in the 90&amp;#39;s. Early 2000&amp;#39;s. Idk. I jus love it here. &lt;br&gt;Granted. The water has def fucked up my skin. But I love it here. So &lt;br&gt;much I have experienced, and its only been wat, 6 months. Im sure it&amp;#39;ll &lt;br&gt;get old to me, but there will always be more to explore, least ti me. &lt;br&gt;Ugh. Yeah. Lol. Im done. Smooches world. Mucho luvo mi amors.&lt;p&gt;	No playing on my way home from the eventful night, lol, (Try Again- &lt;br&gt;Aaliyah)...... I miss her. Ok. Thas another rant for another time. &lt;br&gt;Duces.&lt;br&gt;--serene09 Ajay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-6824394812347830563?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/6824394812347830563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-know-how-to-feel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/6824394812347830563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/6824394812347830563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-dont-know-how-to-feel.html' title='I don&apos;t know how to feel'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-27857372756484290</id><published>2010-02-19T18:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T18:30:50.155-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It always gets worse before it gets better....</title><content type='html'>Yet, I def don&amp;#39;t see the silver lining yet. I still been looking at &lt;br&gt;others, and their friends. I still wish for that. I have started to find &lt;br&gt;some people to hang with. But I mean. It is wat it is. Lol. I call my &lt;br&gt;choir my other family, altho there is still much work to be done. I love &lt;br&gt;them greatly. If I still go to St johns next year, I pray it all to be &lt;br&gt;better. And as I sit here, at our event, on our Staten Island campus, &lt;br&gt;before it starts of course. ZListening to Lauryn Hill&amp;#39;s  To Zion. It def &lt;br&gt;is a song to help me realize a lot. I don&amp;#39;t know wat the song is about, &lt;br&gt;but I wanna cry when I hear this song.......&lt;p&gt;I will live. But I still aspire for a friendship with males where I &lt;br&gt;don&amp;#39;t have to hide myself, or with females to make them seem &lt;br&gt;uncomfortable. Its watever. I mean. Its saddening, but I don&amp;#39;t care. &lt;br&gt;People keep asking me on Formspring.me if im gay or wateva. I feel I &lt;br&gt;wanna answer, but I don&amp;#39;t want the wrong ppl to see it. Is that bad? I &lt;br&gt;mean. Hell. Im telling the world now, but apparently no one is reading &lt;br&gt;this. Lol. Im PERFECTLY fine with that. But I  feel if ppl wanted 2 look &lt;br&gt;back. Or if I wanted to look back at myself. Cuz lemme tell u. Lol&lt;p&gt;So I been going thru some ish with my friends. So imma just copy and &lt;br&gt;paste the text I sent to my friend Tenzia bout the situation. Hold. &lt;br&gt;...................................................................... &lt;br&gt;mmmmmk. Here we go. Lol. - Fwd: Yes. Like. An u know. Lawrence told &lt;br&gt;chanel. Which was only right. But I didn&amp;#39;t hear it from chanel. An the &lt;br&gt;FACT THAT I WAS IN HER SUITE THE WHOLE TIME!! She aint say shyt to me. &lt;br&gt;At all....... im upset. An that whole thing I told u that happened &lt;br&gt;yesterday wit dude. Son. Im ready to blow.......... I don&amp;#39;t know if this &lt;br&gt;is really a clear explanation of wat happened, but pretty much. He &lt;br&gt;thought I was trying to get in his drawers. HA!!!! Na. We good. Sooooo &lt;br&gt;yeah. Im certainly over it. After a week, I told Chanel, talked 2 &lt;br&gt;Lawrence. Im over it. So we good.&lt;p&gt;Now, My head hurts..... as I await this experience of a gospel &lt;br&gt;concert..... frekkin joy. Until next time.... mucho luvo Mi amor. Lol&lt;br&gt;--serene09 Ajay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-27857372756484290?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/27857372756484290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-always-gets-worse-before-it-gets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/27857372756484290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/27857372756484290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-always-gets-worse-before-it-gets.html' title='It always gets worse before it gets better....'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-8951743864131567971</id><published>2010-02-16T22:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T22:27:11.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He got his ass WHOOPED!!!</title><content type='html'>So, the title explains it all. Of course, on my many missions and times of actuallly trying to do homework, i stubled upon this gem of a video. Please, I beg you to watch, but like, wow. I laughed, and was like. Did that really just happen? and did he really jus ask for an ambulance. lol. Dam... oh well. &amp;nbsp;thats wat he gets. Age dont mean shyt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="374" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhjEx393uo7j442u4R"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhjEx393uo7j442u4R" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-8951743864131567971?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/8951743864131567971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/02/he-got-his-ass-whooped.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/8951743864131567971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/8951743864131567971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/02/he-got-his-ass-whooped.html' title='He got his ass WHOOPED!!!'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-4073994447222574260</id><published>2010-02-15T12:25:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T12:25:53.965-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Every day in this hood, feels like a Vietnam war. Surprises, bad an good. And never knowin when its your turn, but its a fight to stay alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-4073994447222574260?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/4073994447222574260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/02/every-day-in-this-hood-feels-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/4073994447222574260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/4073994447222574260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/02/every-day-in-this-hood-feels-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-8631914710271654964</id><published>2010-02-13T12:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T12:01:40.933-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Semester</title><content type='html'>So, sorry for the delay in updates, not that anyone is really an truly &lt;br&gt;reading this. Lol. But! Its a new semester. New bweginnig. However u &lt;br&gt;spell it. Its been about 3 weeks. An that piercing I told u about. The &lt;br&gt;right ear got infected, so I had to pull that one out. Even tho, the &lt;br&gt;left ear did the same. Im just happy BOTH ears didn&amp;#39;t get infected. Wat &lt;br&gt;a tragedy that would&amp;#39;ve been. Legit tho. I would&amp;#39;ve been pissed........&lt;p&gt;NONETHELESS! So far. My semester is goin by decent. I have an hour break &lt;br&gt;in between every class MWF. A night class Monday, 650-940. Three hours. &lt;br&gt;Yes. I know. But im glad im gettin it over with. Lol. An T/TH I have one &lt;br&gt;class from 440-6  so not too bad. I love my schedule an Im not &lt;br&gt;complaining. And, because its spring semester, when it starts to get &lt;br&gt;warm out, I would be done early enuf. But some ppl were stupid. They got &lt;br&gt;mad night classes, forgetting that jus cuz its cold now, don mean its &lt;br&gt;not gonna get warm. Lol. SO! Im goood.&lt;p&gt;Im on a mission this semester. Im tryina get a 4.0 to get a 3.0 for the &lt;br&gt;year. As backwards as that sounds. I need it. Im tryina keep my &lt;br&gt;scholarship, join a frat. An allllll that lovely goodness.. I fuckd up &lt;br&gt;bad last semester.b lol. But not this one. I see so far that im prob at &lt;br&gt;a 3.0 so far. Welll. From my efforts seen/shown thus far! Im gonna get &lt;br&gt;better. An I also am trying to get fit. Its gonna be a while. But I am. &lt;br&gt;Lol. Things happen. I will be on my ish next weeek. FUCK! Da bullshit. &lt;br&gt;Like. For reals. Lol. Btw. How u dowin?&lt;br&gt;--serene09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-8631914710271654964?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/8631914710271654964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-semester.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/8631914710271654964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/8631914710271654964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/02/new-semester.html' title='New Semester'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-1225533486075630250</id><published>2010-02-12T15:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T15:48:33.726-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Have u ever.....</title><content type='html'>Felt disrespected, an forgotten all in one week? like. Not only did my &lt;br&gt;sister throw me to the curb like I was nothing to her life anymore. Like &lt;br&gt;I was only there to help her transition to NYC. Thas it. Nothibn more. &lt;br&gt;Then. My friends boyfriend thinks I want to fuck him. HA! He wishes. &lt;br&gt;Then. Like. Idk. Fuck them.... imma make this a goooood ass ending to &lt;br&gt;this fucked up weeek. Im in SoHo/Tribeca roaming the streets. Bout to go &lt;br&gt;chillin. An maybe spend some money. Its rough. An I shouldn&amp;#39;t spend any &lt;br&gt;money. But idk. I shouldn&amp;#39;t tho. Lol. An as I right this. I get lost. &lt;br&gt;But I found a new era hat store..... dead ass. Lol. Im toooo happy. Lol &lt;br&gt;my money is def bout to be spent. Fuck bein disrespected. Imma do me. &lt;br&gt;Fuck ppl. Fuck bitches. Get money. Happy Valentines Day btw! Lol&lt;br&gt;--serene09 Ajay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-1225533486075630250?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/1225533486075630250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/02/have-u-ever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/1225533486075630250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/1225533486075630250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/02/have-u-ever.html' title='Have u ever.....'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-7270029627908844512</id><published>2010-01-19T06:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T06:12:16.320-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The day Before I leave</title><content type='html'>well, its actualy in a few hours. its about 6am now, soooo in about ,8 hours, my flight will be taking off. I had an interesting break to say the least. I just got done packing, and I am just praying my bags dont weigh anymore than 50lbs... cuz wouldnt that be a pickle. like. for reals. lol. Im going to miss my home Chicago. But there are a few ppl here that need to forget bout me, cuz it was starting to get a big sticky around here. But we wont go there.... lol. Im sooo ready to be going back to NY. Ready to go see my boo. chill on campus. but soon as i get there. i practically have to go to sleep. 8am class.... sucks. but gotta do wat i gotta do. ya Digg? lol. But either ways. again. Imma miss my city, my room, my bed, Until i come back in May. Which seems really far, but its really not. 4 months of hell an school PLUS its gonna get warmer, so ill be out more too. This semester, im playing no games. Imma be more blunt bout stuff, and ppl will jus have to deal. Cuz im soooo tired of phony ppl, an ppl being phony to me. Im gonna tell ppl how i really feel about them, an hoepfully get the respnse that will best suit us. Ugh, rants, I know. Btw.. my ears are still sore. I hope this is normal. I mean. I clena like im supposed to, i turn ir, but they still feel sore. My friend saiud its cuz it is still a wound. i mean. it has been at LEAST almost 36 hours since i got it. but its yeah, not gonna heal soon enough.. sucks ASS... but its cool Im off to bed cuz i gotta wake up early, like. in an hour or so here. Just so i know i will be on time for my flight. Ugh, the things i do... lol. Much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ajay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-7270029627908844512?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/7270029627908844512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-before-i-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/7270029627908844512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/7270029627908844512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-before-i-leave.html' title='The day Before I leave'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-1360804068628396630</id><published>2010-01-17T19:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T19:57:51.438-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipotle</title><content type='html'>Im at chipotle on my last sunday. Kickin it tho. Lol. Wit my friends &lt;br&gt;Jamila, Kristen, Thomas, an Kevin. WE had fun enuf tho. I got my ears &lt;br&gt;peirced. I wanna hide it from my mom only cuz she think I have keloids. &lt;br&gt;Idk if I have it or not. But ill take my chances. If I see something, &lt;br&gt;then im taking it out for it to close and heal. My ears are soooo sore. &lt;br&gt;Lol but its cool. No worries for now. Im spending my last sunday in &lt;br&gt;Chicago. Im kinda excited and nervous tho. School is almost here. My &lt;br&gt;first year is almost over. Random thought. Hagve u ever felt excluded, &lt;br&gt;like u wish u knew wat was goin on, an u left out tho. I hate when that &lt;br&gt;happens...&lt;br&gt;--serene09&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-1360804068628396630?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/1360804068628396630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/01/chipotle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/1360804068628396630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/1360804068628396630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/01/chipotle.html' title='Chipotle'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-4384662792381363145</id><published>2010-01-17T04:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T04:50:06.673-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>Here is a poem I wrote in Choir rehearsal. I was mad bored, and reading something for a paper i didnt do... toooooo bad I got a B- outta that class too... lol. ah wells. here's my poem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark Dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Darkly Abnormal&lt;br /&gt;My mond isnt right&lt;br /&gt;My Heart is hurting&lt;br /&gt;Its dark outside&lt;br /&gt;its cold outside&lt;br /&gt;Its dark behind my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Its dark behind my eyelids&lt;br /&gt;Its so uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;Im not used to this darkness&lt;br /&gt;My mind is only in the dark&lt;br /&gt;All these images of sufferiing&lt;br /&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;and non-being.&lt;br /&gt;I try to heal an go to light&lt;br /&gt;Jus to open my eyes to something more&lt;br /&gt;But its just not working the way it should.&lt;br /&gt;Im scared, but i do see a light&lt;br /&gt;but no one is helping me towards it&lt;br /&gt;So I sit in my darkness&lt;br /&gt;Alone,&lt;br /&gt;and practically nothing...,,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-4384662792381363145?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/4384662792381363145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/01/untitled.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/4384662792381363145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/4384662792381363145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/01/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-1363540356066399015</id><published>2010-01-17T02:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T03:06:57.147-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I MADE ICE CREAM SANDWICHES!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/S1LRl1DlTTI/AAAAAAAAADE/nfta4G3G1w8/s1600-h/IMG00523-707786.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427630948762340658" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/S1LRl1DlTTI/AAAAAAAAADE/nfta4G3G1w8/s320/IMG00523-707786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So. I made Ice Cream sandwiches with my besty Wed. Night. Homemade tooo. &lt;br /&gt;Shyt was bomb. See!! Lol. Omg. Lol. The memories. We caught up. An imma &lt;br /&gt;miss that heffa hoe. Won't see her again till May ='( oh well. Thas wat &lt;br /&gt;college is for tho. Mhmmm lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-1363540356066399015?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/1363540356066399015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-made-ice-cream-sandwiches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/1363540356066399015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/1363540356066399015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-made-ice-cream-sandwiches.html' title='I MADE ICE CREAM SANDWICHES!!!!'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/S1LRl1DlTTI/AAAAAAAAADE/nfta4G3G1w8/s72-c/IMG00523-707786.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-1059091716653275340</id><published>2010-01-17T02:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T02:47:18.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!</title><content type='html'>oh. ok. so im mad late. like. 17days actually. &amp;nbsp;but hell. betta late than never. HAPPY NEW YEARS!!! ITS 2010!!! i brought it in the right way. Did you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-1059091716653275340?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/1059091716653275340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-years.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/1059091716653275340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/1059091716653275340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-years.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-5727577130088218214</id><published>2010-01-17T02:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T02:42:56.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth-&gt;Adulthood... wats really good</title><content type='html'>Sooo.. im watching Adult swim. A boring saturday night i know, but i mean. Yeah. lol. So im Watching adult swim, and realized that there are some shows that cant be replaced. there used to be this show called Big O. It seems really nasty, but its really not. It was an Anime Show, that actually had a message. I grew up on it, an it was very grown ppl oriented. And then there is this show called Cowboy Bebop. Good shyt too tho. These shows were meant to be watched and enjoyed, now shows are being catered to a more mature audience, and these people are only 14+. When i was 12, adult swim was for 18+. So my whole thing is, what is happening to the world today?? Are we really training our kids to be adults early on in life? I mean, think about it tho. Wat madness... but i can enjoy my shows alll the same. lol I miss my youth. Ooooo the days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-5727577130088218214?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/5727577130088218214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/01/youth-adulthood-wats-really-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/5727577130088218214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/5727577130088218214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2010/01/youth-adulthood-wats-really-good.html' title='Youth-&gt;Adulthood... wats really good'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-4310836661995467483</id><published>2009-12-31T14:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:36:02.751-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im on a crowded bus on NYE..... how nice. But finally bout time im going to go chill. Hopefully im bringin in the NYears right... ya know?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-4310836661995467483?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/4310836661995467483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-on-crowded-bus-on-nye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/4310836661995467483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/4310836661995467483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-on-crowded-bus-on-nye.html' title=''/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-4213292391072544496</id><published>2009-12-30T23:54:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T01:19:24.747-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Club'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Foolishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Hit It to the What???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oe4vPUXySgw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Oe4vPUXySgw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This foolishness... lol. gotta love club music tho. and then. tihs is jus ridiculous.. i cant stopp bouncing to it tho. thats how good it is tho. lol. not bout to lie an do alll that. lol. foolishness is contagious, but so is booty bouncin music. lol. u jus cant stop doing i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KadvVzQIRu0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KadvVzQIRu0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And then this foolishness.... its catchy too.. lol. but complete foolishness. for reals. its from the south. and its a tranny. im actually pretty shocked that they still around. it sounds bad. but think bout it. a tranny in the south?? hmmm raising a few of my eye brows for sure... lol. catchy song.. jus craziness. i feel like dancin now... DAM THESE CRAZY SONGS!! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-style: italic; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-4213292391072544496?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/4213292391072544496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2009/12/hit-it-to-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/4213292391072544496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/4213292391072544496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2009/12/hit-it-to-what.html' title='Hit It to the What???'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-2163123217321322061</id><published>2009-12-29T23:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:03:38.377-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='College'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chillin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Friends and Good Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So. Im out with my friends. It feels good to reconnect with them. Somethings change. Some dont. But this poetry set. Eh. Lol. I love this. I truly do miss them. Its like I been missing something, but I have to keep going. So, jus being in there company?? Man... brings back memories. The good an bad. lol&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-2163123217321322061?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/2163123217321322061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2009/12/so_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/2163123217321322061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/2163123217321322061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2009/12/so_29.html' title='Friends and Good Times'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-8869983095997411106</id><published>2009-12-29T19:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T19:44:17.445-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So. Imma just fill up my blog with randomness. Have u ever been on the subway. An seen a sexy person But didnt know how to approach? Thats EXACTLY how I feel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-8869983095997411106?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/8869983095997411106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2009/12/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/8869983095997411106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/8869983095997411106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2009/12/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-6240822378909223703</id><published>2009-12-29T06:28:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:00:49.648-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thinking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Sleep Time,.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;SOOOOO!!! Im still up. Headed to bed now. But im sitting here thinkin.... too much on my mind. Lol. I hate when I over book myself for days, but then. I dont write them down. Lol. Cuz im supposed to chill today an visit Fam, but I also gotta go to the doctor an WHO KNOWS!!! How long thats gonna be.... don't u hate that? Lol... oh wells.... on to the next one.. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-6240822378909223703?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/6240822378909223703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2009/12/sooooo-im-still-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/6240822378909223703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/6240822378909223703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2009/12/sooooo-im-still-up.html' title='Sleep Time,.....'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-6361555503559494341</id><published>2009-12-29T03:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T03:34:13.399-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pretty Ricky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gay'/><title type='text'>Foolishness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;So, As im sure people have seen, Spectacular from the R&amp;amp;B group Pretty Ricky did a video in his undies. Well. Lemme say. He packin, but it was mad gay for him. Over time i forgot bout it, and this guy im following on twitter, tweeted asking if ppl know a link or something about it. I found this reaction video  and this is the Closest to the actual vid you can see. the video of him is barely visible, but its clear enuf. lol but these women wild. heres the URL....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-tHEcBlNCo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;so in sifting thru the reaction videos, i came across pretty ricky talkin bout the video. I swear... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;the look so foolish in Peacoats, and clearly a green screen background. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;i guess it gets gutta gutta these days huh?? lol but they was talkin foolishness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I mean. im not hatin, san im happy they helpin an backin up thy brotha, but hell. i mean. just foolishness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;here. take a look...... lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vswJhPgG250&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vswJhPgG250&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-6361555503559494341?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/6361555503559494341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2009/12/foolishness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/6361555503559494341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/6361555503559494341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2009/12/foolishness.html' title='Foolishness'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5353498049936963174.post-490414645389331428</id><published>2009-12-29T03:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T03:19:32.306-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First'/><title type='text'>My first post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;So, yeah. welcome. lol. This is my first post, and this is really exciting. First, I am random, hence the title. My mind tends to wander, and I always wanted a place to think, and share my feelings and thoughts, ya know? So, I figured, why the hell &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to start a blog, mad late tho... lol. Well... either ways... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;WELCOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt; to my world. lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;color:#6600CC;"&gt;And I think this would be a great way to end n start my year off. New Beginnings... how cliche lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5353498049936963174-490414645389331428?l=red-apple-tea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/feeds/490414645389331428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/490414645389331428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5353498049936963174/posts/default/490414645389331428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://red-apple-tea.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-first-post.html' title='My first post'/><author><name>Ajay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02152513884804594000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aOhyOiECrGc/SznKFkX5H2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Y-__6PZFgS4/S220/HPIM2371.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
