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My Girl

February 27, 2010 | No Comments Posted

Beauty- an outstanding example of its kind

This month has had its ups and down, but the best up in the world is my girl.=) Now all of those haters ,in North Carolina, said it wasn't possible for Pacman to get and keep a white girl. Damn lies!!! I want and I will get this one girl. To be sure to paint a picture in your mind.

This girl is 5'4. With silky black hair, smooth skin, brown eyes that could make my knees buckle. Nice bust for her size, may be little but sure packs a punch. I've dreamed about her and being with her for quiet awhile. Felt like the heavens have come, and hell is gone away. Like God dropped her off for me to take care of that beautiful angel. She makes all the other girls look like they have no class. Is this love? Have I been struck over her?

 Now i feel that we have move pass that best friend stage. More like Close Friends. We act like were 21 years old one day. Another day we act like were 5 or 6. Just Perfect for me, and remember. She is my precious diamond. Like my fine wine, out of Italy.

I think you get the picture, she is my girl!! =)

Dreams

February 23, 2010 | No Comments Posted

Dream-a series of mental images and emotions occurring during sleep 

Well dreams can have a huge impact on people.( Yes, Everybody knows that.) I had two nights ago, with my best friend(beautiful young lady). I remember the dream vaguely, It was me and her, sitting down on my couch. I could get out of the house,so she came picked up her present. I asked her to stay, she did. We sat on my comfy red couch and she unwrapped her gift. She opened it up and there it was. Aqua blue lingerie with black lace, might add black high heels. My parents weren't home that night, i guess they had an important meeting to go to. At 8 at night, yeah, my foot. She asked me where the bathroom was at i told her the directions, and she disappeared. I was watching TV when i see her, in her birthday present. I froze with shock and she walked slowly toward me, I didn't know what to do. She collapsed in my arms and you can finish the story. I woke up in a cold sweat, my socks on the ground, and my shirt tossed over the bed post. I made sure that i wasn't dreaming any longer, pinching myself, and realized this dream was serious. I thought about it yesterday and thought about our relationship...We had an inseparable bond, like a electric current that can't be stopped, and she is something more to me, then anyone else. No lie, i would be there for her, regardless of my condition. As I though about it today, I it can't believed it happened. I guess my feelings toward her have changed...Things wont be the same, no other emotions can justify how that dream appeared. Other then that this day had been boring. I wish it would rain one more time...

PacmanJ 

Happiness

January 29, 2010 | No Comments Posted

Happiness-state of well-being characterized by emotions ranging from contentment to intense joy.

Something that i don't have. People think that I'm ignorant, other think I'm a different races. Seems like everybody has a problem with me. Doesn't satisfy people that I'm Black and Puerto Rican, or that I'm actually smarter then them and getting a better education. It's hard being a junior in high school now, You try and be a good person to them, but they walk all over you like the sidewalk. All good things must end and all bad things must begin..... loved that quote because its true. The only person I can be myself is Nikki. If I wasn't so far and if i had my license i would come see her. Close friends are the ones far away, and it usually take a few times for you to acknowledge them that they are your friends. Friends kill other friends mentally and verbally. Back stabbing seems to be their favorite way of getting their prey, and tongues like a sword that slashes at you. Your soul is always open and they continue to hack at it over, over , and over again. Seems like Ad Marquez  is always like that and he doesn't open his mouth. When your mother is right she is right, she told me, "Hector watch out for the quiet ones!" Did i listen to her no. Ad Marquez is quiet and he never has anything to say. His jokes are corny, no originality, always taking things that Me and Father Cuba say after the fact. I don't despise him I just wish he could be himself. That's the reason he got beat, because he wasn't being himself. Always running his mouth to the big guys of the crowd. Ha I chuckle to that, when we were "friends" he would tell us, "They know where I live..." sad and depressed then he would show us the text and we were like you'll be fine. No he always down himself saying, "No". Now he took the frog out of his throat his telling everybody he scared them away. Can you say Bs! When you lie it show your true character. Talking about him makes my blood boil! Calm is a state of mind and I think i have achieved it when I spit this out. Wish that it would rain, so i could tell him face to face how all his relationships with his friends end in failure. Then I'll walk away, with out a trace. 

Pacman J