<?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-3234286399209533880</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:46:40.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To say or not to say?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabiyaspillsink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234286399209533880/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabiyaspillsink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sabiya Spills Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525767129979731906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_6W91ROrZk/StORSs7asqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U7sszCYvh4M/S220/snop.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234286399209533880.post-740887566221954861</id><published>2010-09-02T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T10:06:20.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Below Blu's Belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;how blu loves 1,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;blues trickling down, sliding from her grasp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; purple painted plastic on her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;gurdle covered her base&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;out into tha bluest night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; below the trash deep into treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;she shared  pleasure...are u pleased sir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No. 2,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lightly she lost herself in pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;printed lips on the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;her hipNOticism began again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;rotated faces, being in a made-up state&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;her fantasy is freedom b/c her life is trapped...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                                                                 purple smeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                                                                               lady love dips into gin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;                                                                                                           loose legs has her drowning again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234286399209533880-740887566221954861?l=sabiyaspillsink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabiyaspillsink.blogspot.com/feeds/740887566221954861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabiyaspillsink.blogspot.com/2010/09/below-blus-belly.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234286399209533880/posts/default/740887566221954861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234286399209533880/posts/default/740887566221954861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabiyaspillsink.blogspot.com/2010/09/below-blus-belly.html' title='Below Blu&apos;s Belly'/><author><name>Sabiya Spills Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525767129979731906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_6W91ROrZk/StORSs7asqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U7sszCYvh4M/S220/snop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234286399209533880.post-7525251696881422808</id><published>2009-10-15T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T07:11:38.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Releasing Running Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Seems like everyone is trying to figure out life and the more we probe the less we know! Is it in our nature to be scientific? Scientist are forever searching and studying life just to gather meaning or understanding. Are we here to search or to experience ? Could it be a balance of both?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a confession to make ---my name is &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sabiya&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;--- and I am an over-thinker! &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Science is a subject I love so naturally I question everything; yet sometimes, I desire to delve into action without focusing on the usage of a scientific method beforehand. Being in your imaginative cerebral-state can ruin a bit of realities seductive sense. If you attempt to play out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt; of every ending in your mind what room are you leaving for life to lift you into a euphoric state by being surprised. Let me tell you that it is an exhausting process. Guess I'm talking to myself and this time around I have no true answers for these thoughts...just questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peas2U&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234286399209533880-7525251696881422808?l=sabiyaspillsink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabiyaspillsink.blogspot.com/feeds/7525251696881422808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabiyaspillsink.blogspot.com/2009/10/releasing-running-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234286399209533880/posts/default/7525251696881422808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234286399209533880/posts/default/7525251696881422808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabiyaspillsink.blogspot.com/2009/10/releasing-running-thoughts.html' title='Releasing Running Thoughts'/><author><name>Sabiya Spills Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525767129979731906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_6W91ROrZk/StORSs7asqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U7sszCYvh4M/S220/snop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3234286399209533880.post-6524513893393743232</id><published>2009-10-12T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T13:50:27.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Compliment Him and Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Welcome to my insightful topic which is....drum roll please....COMPLIMENTS! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;I was inspired to write about this for several reasons that I will not mention due to privacy rights..etc. Now, how many of us ladies give men compliments? I was told (by a man) that women tend not to dish-out as many as they receive. So I decided from that moment on to give brotha's compliments! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Not to all men, but only a few...tha ones that I ASSUME can respectfully handle it without thinkin' more of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;Compliments may appear in many forms but the one I am specifically focusing on is the physical handsomeness of a MAN! If I am inspired to tell a man that I think he looks good, does that automatically imply that I am interested in him? NOPE. I just wanted to pay him a compliment and leave it at that! The way I see it...it is healthy to let another person know what you think; however, I am figuring out that not every person is mature enough to handle a compliment, and some read too far into it. Naturally, I maybe attracted to the fellow that I give a compliment to BUT I honestly do not pursue men solely based on tha physical! Why? Personally I feel that focusing completely on tha physical is a set-up b/c it can be altered(accident,pregnancy,obesity...) also the physical attraction is not going to KEEP my interest like tha mental combined with tha spiritual will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;So, what I am trying to stress is for ladies and for men...sometimes a person just likes to admire beauty and share it period! 8 times outta 10 if tha person doesn't know you and you receive a compliment then consider it as a boost in your Ego but not a pursuit for marriage:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;At least that's my style...others may use it as an intro to pushin' up on someone and I say... great, do your thang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3234286399209533880-6524513893393743232?l=sabiyaspillsink.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sabiyaspillsink.blogspot.com/feeds/6524513893393743232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sabiyaspillsink.blogspot.com/2009/10/compliment-him-and-leave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234286399209533880/posts/default/6524513893393743232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3234286399209533880/posts/default/6524513893393743232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sabiyaspillsink.blogspot.com/2009/10/compliment-him-and-leave.html' title='Compliment Him and Leave'/><author><name>Sabiya Spills Ink</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04525767129979731906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5_6W91ROrZk/StORSs7asqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U7sszCYvh4M/S220/snop.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
