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Sunday, April 29, 2007
cough. that feeling which overtakes you. yes. feeling. sickness. down with it. the momentum has been swayed back and forth. gyrating of the human bodies. germs flew. all directions. north south. east west. came again. cough cough. yes. i am sick. am feeling this way for quite some time. a week or so. yes. coughing. feverish. the spinning of the world. headaches. all of this combination. life's shitty combo. with a side order. like a meal. extra value. extra pain. nonetheless, have to overcome this. ciggy?
its been awhile. yes.
have you ever wonder if there's life after death? religiously, everyone has their beliefs. i'm not gonna dwell in that. i have been thinking. yes. my head hurts from it. what if there's more to it. more to death. like a passage to a known world. and where do we go from there. being judged? facing God? i wonder.
they say there are millions of universe. multi-verse. uni is one. galaxies? more. solar systems? definitely more. planets? God more. life?
Beyonce. swinging to the tune of Deja Vu. i hate that song. i hate Beyonce. as i hate Jay-Z. and don't get me started with Shakira. that mute human depends on her looks and seductive moves to make money. cold hard cash. yes. she can't sing. thats my opinion. period. the only thing that makes her stand out against the rest of the so-called singers are her hips. and they don't lie. right?
Tyra Tyra Tyra. what's up with her? trying to be like Oprah? comforting broken female spirit? crying openly? boost ratings perhaps. watch one of her episodes recently. she make everyone wore red one piece swimsuit. like her. different women, different sizes. yes. more skins. but she looks fantabulous. more better. everyone has numbers on the front of their bosoms. reflecting their weight. in the beginning, she told them to wear the numbers proudly. by the end of the show, she makes them took off the numbers and throw it away while chanting: "So what?!" i mean seriously, talk about contradictory. its everywhere. in the show. she says one thing but ends up doing another thing. she was on the cover of some popular magazine recently and she made one of her employee go downtown and ask the layman's opinions on her pictures. i was taken aback. shock. seriously upset. damn it. Tyra, you know you're gorgeous. but why must be so full of yourself??? thats seriously f word. that whole title of being America's First Black Model has seriously gone to that bitch ass head of hers. i pity you, Tyra. i really do.
i love Oprah.
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