oga d9ty...thanx xo much 4 kiiling ma ba3
if i shud get bak and i shud c dat uve nat updated loads ehn....

lmao....shegzy'z a bad boiZ

jummy mst av tld shegzy's mom dt he gets beaten by nike's ex-bf[quote
author=ehmasjet]I av been observin so many tinz since i
strtd.....though a gret wrk rather......bt dnt wnt to coment til i
finish,n my latest obsavatn is dat i tot segun's mom once rejected n
conclided dat jummy wunt b a nice match 4 hr son n nw she is d one putin
a vehement leur of suport to hr in clingin 2 hr son.......r ws dere an
arangement b4 den........pls i stnd in d chance of ctiticizm.......nice n
gret wrk by mah boss D.ninety seven(D9ty7).........ASPIRING WITH GREAT
OPTIMISM to learm frm u n do beta [/quote]

oga prince.......do quick lah

guy...wer'z da remeining nah?[quote
author=360prince]***CONTINUATION***



On one faithfull saturday morning, i was preparing for church as to
help keeping the compound clean. I met my school mum. She was already
there before i could arrived that early morning.


"Good morning ma..! ",i said.


"Morning prince, how are you doing ?" She asked.


"Am doing fine", i replied


" You never tell me this is the church you worship",she ask With her
small little smiling face.


"Emm... This is where i worship madam ", i said as i started cutting the
grasses.

" prince you have to show me where you live because i feel you live
close to the church ", she said.


" lets finish what brought us here first ", i had said.

Moment later i got tired and i needed to have a rest. I was very tired
that i fell sleep for one hour and woke up to fine no one except me and
mrs grace.


"Can we go there now?". Said inform me of what we agreed on.

"Yah... Sure.. Lets go", i said.

We both walk on the road talking and laughing.mrs grace was a good
lady, she was entertaining me with stories about herself and her family.
As we approached the house, I tried lying to her that we have dogs that
eat ppl raw, but she did not seem to be frightened by what i said. I we
stopped on the road to argue. After talking for sometimes, i finally
agreed on taking her to my compound. But one thing troubled me. What
will my mum do.

"Will my mum allow this woman to even explain herself..?", i said in my
mind.

Well i guess i have to take her there for her to face the worst of her
life.
I knocked on the door and my mother opened it. Mrs grace was welcome
with warmed hand.

"Come in and have a seat", my mum said..


The drama that follow that day was suprising. Guess what..?




**TO BE CONTINUED**[/quote]

pipu nd bad mouths sha.....writing aint easy ho....wah is der nt 2 undastand abt dis

underage: 7th
December, 2010
Karachi, Pakistan
5:00pm

I still don't believe that I've lost her forever.

Perhaps I didn't deserve her. She was such a nice lady, such a wonderful
female. I know that I can find many girls in this world, even more
beautiful and more attractive than she was. But no girl can fit into
that specific portion of my heart that has been reserved only for her
now.

What shall I call her?

Agressive? Absolutely not. She was so patient, so calm.

Hard and strict? Never. She was so flexible, so adaptable, very
comprimising too.

Rude and proud? No way. She was modest, friendly, and sympathetic.

Extremist? Impossible. She sure knew her boundaries and limits.

No, there's nothing I can call her. I can't give her a single, sole
name.

She was truly wonderful, capable of doing miraculous wonders.

She understood me. I don't think that anyone could ever understand me
like the way she did. She made me realize myself, arranging my life's
books neatly into this world's shelf. It's only because of her that I am
who I am.

I will not say that she was perfect but she was the best one I ever
could have hoped for, not only because she had a tremendous amount of
unconditional love, but because she shaped who I am today, my qualities
and characteristics. She was the one who made me beautiful in every
sense. The kind you don't see much anymore. She was simple but yet so
mysterious. She was so familiar but ah, at the same time, so strange
too.

In the paths of life, you find faces you can't forget ever, no matter
how much you try. Then how can I forget that fairy-face which made me
accustomed to the reality of life? Those lake-deep eyes which, when low,
used to bring night and when high, were the source of daylight.

She was the poetry of a born poet. Flowers needed her to grow; autumn
required her to become spring.

She was definitely a dream girl, a beautiful scene of my sleep. But she
was a reality too. A reality, which creates history. A reality, you
can't imagine your life without. She was so alive. One, who could give
you life in one glance. There was just nothing else like her at all. It
was her attitude toward life that made her uniquely captivating. She had
a quick intelligence and a lively curiosity about anything she happened
to encounter.

And then.........she was gone when I needed her the most. She came and
left. But she didn't leave alone; she had my life too.

I'll never understand one thing. Why those times pass so quickly when
you're happy? And why those times seem to stay forever when you're sad?

Did I love her?

whoa