<?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-326392332636226045</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:22:55.499-04:00</updated><category term='Twan'/><title type='text'>We Fight, We Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-683045952762457555</id><published>2009-11-27T06:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T06:03:44.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FUK DAT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; the name of my click we out here to make a killing soon. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;youll&lt;/span&gt; soon see guys. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;any who&lt;/span&gt; whats up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; only updating cause someone asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; keep it short but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; has happened since the last blog i sent. i met new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; made new friends. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; finally &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;about to&lt;/span&gt; venture off into this thing called success and cant wait to get there. gimme a minute for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;full&lt;/span&gt; update new tracks will be posted soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-683045952762457555?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/683045952762457555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=683045952762457555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/683045952762457555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/683045952762457555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/11/fuk-dat.html' title='FUK DAT'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-1565255429552024565</id><published>2009-06-25T10:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T10:37:32.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Been A Long Time, Shouldnt Of Left'd You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;     Blog spot&lt;/span&gt; man its been a long time. April i think right? Man its been crazy hectic lately. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to try to put it all out here. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Whelp&lt;/span&gt; , my birthday past and i never said anything to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;. so happy belated birthday to me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been working hard as hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; i just got a new job offer to shift manage a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Game spot&lt;/span&gt; at the mall closest to my house. 11.00/hr is not bad at all for me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; also been writing, i need to write a little more though. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know whats the deal as far as the Sole Men Project w/ Jay Adams , but hopefully it falls through. Something Different keeps getting pushed back because of my personal life. And i cant let that interfere with my goals in life so i gotta get back on my rapper tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    The last two months have been different. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of attention and at of credit for my rapping abilities since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been passing out the Demo Cd. The Beginning is letting people know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not tying to be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Ring tone&lt;/span&gt; Rapper or just make catchy songs. But tell stories, talk about real shit that people go through or do. Just having fun with it and hopefully making money of something i enjoy is the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    One thing i wont really go into is something i wanna fix &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; been going since March. it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; always been ad but i do know the problem but i can only fix it if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; allowed. i cant make decision that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; in my control. i just can follow whatever tracks you lay. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;any who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; end there hopefully i blog more often!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit me on twitter!  Twitter.com/QuikKash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-1565255429552024565?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1565255429552024565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=1565255429552024565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1565255429552024565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1565255429552024565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-been-long-time-shouldnt-of-leftd.html' title='Its Been A Long Time, Shouldnt Of Left&apos;d You'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-6669704050857894075</id><published>2009-04-16T23:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T23:33:39.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'>okay okay</title><content type='html'>yes late again. life is nerve wrecking at the moment but I'm trying to get back into the swing of blogging. this is like what happened last year. the beginning of the year i was blogging like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hella&lt;/span&gt; tough. Now toward the middle of the year i start slacking. ugh i think its cause I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt; focus on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of other things. plus me having a blackberry don't help(once again). blogging on the computer is so much easier to me. I'm trying to get my mind right once again. back to working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of hours so i can money to contribute to the upkeep of myself, my car, and my music for the time being. and still put shit to the side to save for getting a house some time this year. i think ill push it back til next year. i think ill have to move in with my pops. which wont be too bad. but i know like when i fuck up &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; have to hear the shit. but the good thing is my dad will make sure I'm going in the right direction. i feel like its more of a family when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; there. at my moms shit don't feel that way. like its cool I'm free to do as i please. but like we all go are separate ways. we don't do things like the commercial family would. and i like things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough about that. i need to being some need music for you guys. since &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been working i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; had time to record but i have had time to write. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been writing poems &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;theirs&lt;/span&gt; a contest coming up. hopefully i can win that 500 bucks. you know cant be that hard. and if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; ill keep trying. ill go back every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; with a new poem. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i just wanted to update. ill kick it with people soon. comment me tell me whats going on with you. i do like to be updated even though I'm don't read every ones blog anymore, which i am sorry about. i think ill start video blogging again using my BB. so i don't have to type &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; it might make it easier for me. blah anyway peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;QK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-6669704050857894075?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6669704050857894075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=6669704050857894075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/6669704050857894075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/6669704050857894075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/okay-okay.html' title='okay okay'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-2432116017224010362</id><published>2009-04-06T11:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:24:07.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know I Know.....</title><content type='html'>Im  super late with the update man. its just been alot going on. working on two mixtapes working more hours and shit at the crib. i think the shit at the crib is the reason why i havent fucked with the computer in a minute. and blogging on my bb just takes to long to me sometimes. Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;i have a new songs release with Jay Adams Called Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/5818315773d18335/"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239031002_0"&gt;http://www.zshare.net/audio/5818315773d18335/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a pretty hot joint check it out everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways i tell you whats going. if ive talked to you offline then you'd know my situation and that im soon to be in my own crib. but it has become difficult because everyone has they own decision on what should go on. then tell me i should listen to my self. how imma listen to myself if everytime i start, i got echoes in the background tryna give sorry ass advice. like it doesnt make since. but i been chilling tryna finish my music and get in a good situation mentally. bacause i know im not gon have the internet for a minute when i get my own crib. but anyways thats my update for now. check out the new song. if you havent heard the last three here they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Adams ,Quik Kash - Down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/5818315773d18335/"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239031002_0"&gt;http://www.zshare.net/audio/5818315773d18335/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quik Kash - The Beginning ( Something Different Mixtape Coming Soon )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/57504674190e7fa3/"&gt;http://www.zshare.net/audio/57504674190e7fa3/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay Adams, Quik Kash - Welcome To The Green Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;a rel="nofollow" target="_blank" href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/5817097892071e67/"&gt;&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1239031407_0"&gt;http://www.zshare.net/audio/5817097892071e67/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace. QK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-2432116017224010362?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2432116017224010362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=2432116017224010362' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2432116017224010362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2432116017224010362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-know-i-know.html' title='I Know I Know.....'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-7132823526039986130</id><published>2009-03-24T12:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T13:11:55.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quik Kash - The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/?action=view&amp;amp;current=twaan.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/twaan.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.zshare.net/audio/57504674190e7fa3/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; been talking along time to update and blah blah blah.but this weekend i took the time out to write a song after work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; night. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; i was suppose to record but it was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; sisters birthday. so i had to go have fun with her. she just turned 3 and she is so big now.i came in she's like, " you know its my birthday right?" shes in preschool now bossing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;al&lt;/span&gt;l the other little kids around. anyway so yesterday  i went over jay's house before he even got dressed to record this song for the people who for now are interested in my music, and for the ones to soon be interested. this year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be trying do a lot of projects to keep musically inclined.first its the "Sole Of The Streets" project with jay. we changed it from The Green Room. Another project with my cousin Young Mike who has a album he's trying to drop. then its my solo project Something Different. so hopefully i stay busy. feedback is def wanted for this song. i love it it came out great. thanks Mr. Adams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; the link again Feedback is def wanted.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.zshare.net/audio/57504674190e7fa3/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-7132823526039986130?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7132823526039986130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=7132823526039986130' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7132823526039986130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7132823526039986130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/quik-kash-beginning.html' title='Quik Kash - The Beginning'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-2259722923432911218</id><published>2009-03-22T19:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:26:22.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Ready</title><content type='html'>New shit is coming. i promise. just not in the mood right now. i got a bad ass headache shit...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-2259722923432911218?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2259722923432911218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=2259722923432911218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2259722923432911218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2259722923432911218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/get-ready.html' title='Get Ready'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-4370284654347664280</id><published>2009-03-12T22:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T22:54:12.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New post.</title><content type='html'>a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; haven't  blogged in a minute. its been like crazy around here. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even know where to begin. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; finally starting this mix tape with JAY, so well see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;PLUG [ The Green Room Mix tape Coming SOON Jay Adams &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Quik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kash&lt;/span&gt; ]&lt;br /&gt;any who. my job been getting on my nerves. man my car broke down last weekend and i thought they was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; fire my ass. luckily they didn't, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still here with a job. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;woohoo&lt;/span&gt;. i got my car working on Tuesday but rewinding to Sunday i had a photo shoot. it was cool. i see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Negros&lt;/span&gt; were hating. like dude. get a life find something to do with your time then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;holla&lt;/span&gt; about what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;twan&lt;/span&gt; do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt; was also my sister birthday. we went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Benihanas&lt;/span&gt; and hung out. she got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Lil&lt;/span&gt; tipsy it was funny though. she was acting crazy as usual. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt; i took her with me to do a brother sister shoot as you see in the picture up top. its more though. you probably can find em on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;my space&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; which is today i chilled. moms getting on my nerves about a damn camcorder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; missing. which is why i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have any &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; videos anymore. ill start using my blackberry sooner or later ya know. me and jay have a new song ill put it up in a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER NEWS, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; about to get my own place. well probably with my sister. my mom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt; stick with my brother and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not trying do that. but shes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt; pay for the first 4 months of the place if i do. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;ion no&lt;/span&gt; if i can turn that down. that gives me a amp amount of time to stack bread in my pocket. so well see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my update ill be more consistent with my updates. more music and everything. one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-4370284654347664280?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4370284654347664280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=4370284654347664280' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/4370284654347664280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/4370284654347664280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-post.html' title='New post.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-5341924358544784233</id><published>2009-03-06T04:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T04:21:03.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>update?</title><content type='html'>um i been on some other shit. imam get back on my job soon. &lt;br /&gt;love yall do.shit comment me though. we can chit chat to i get back into the swing of things.&lt;br /&gt;sometime soon me and my nigga jay should be doing a mixtape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-5341924358544784233?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5341924358544784233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=5341924358544784233' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/5341924358544784233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/5341924358544784233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/03/update.html' title='update?'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-5834274669214514979</id><published>2009-02-27T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:43:27.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackberry post</title><content type='html'>Oh yeah you know I finally stepped my game up a bit. Got me a bb and all. So far. I love this phone I mean it aint no iphone or anything but its up there. Othey than me not posting and neglecting yall for my phone ive been chilling writing music and I have to work today which sucks. ugh&lt;br /&gt;Anyway imma start actually doing my mixtape soon as I get beats so producers Holla people who know producers Holla too. Anything could help in my process and progression. I'm tryna get used to blogging on my blackberry so imma cut this here tell me wassup in a comment peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-5834274669214514979?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5834274669214514979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=5834274669214514979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/5834274669214514979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/5834274669214514979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/blackberry-post.html' title='Blackberry post'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-8053715171462524468</id><published>2009-02-23T11:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:17:15.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song.</title><content type='html'>Where Ya Heart Go?&lt;br /&gt;Check it out tell me what you think. i gotta go to work so ill fully blog later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-8053715171462524468?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8053715171462524468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=8053715171462524468' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8053715171462524468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8053715171462524468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-song.html' title='New Song.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-493150776409068224</id><published>2009-02-21T11:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T12:06:15.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>next.</title><content type='html'>hard work pays off. cant wait to get my check. if i keep this up ill have what i need to save up and get up out the crib ya know? i really wanna move first. like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure i could find a better job. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; be like i cant find a job and all that shit. but dude you cant find one when you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; looking. what do you expect to find laying down? i mean everyone got they lazy moments when they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to do anything, want to go hang out with friends and other shit. but in the end i figured. if it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; making me any money, then as much as i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; wanna go, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; go get that money.now they be calling me in when they need me. and i go almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; more money. and i haven't been working with that lady in months so i need the extra dough. but i can finally buy shit that i want and still have some shit to play around with. you know i see forgot to go open my account at the bank. i DEF will do that next week. i keep procrastinating on doing my w-2's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get off that bullshit. anyway this week i haven't done anything but do a couple tracks with the team that's about it. worked a lot i didn't chill with any female friends this week. speaking of that. again i gotta another stalker. i wont say another its the same &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt;. like worrying about what the hell &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; doing. going back and telling people about me. like he's my fan. like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt; get cool points off making me look bad is only making him look dumb little do he know. but i always be the bigger person. ion never speak on dude. ion ever bad mouth em. just only when i hear like every week he got something new to say.a female &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; way outta my league? are you serious? you not even in a league to compete with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; like me. do you even know me? anyway dude more worried about me than the females are and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; seriously worried.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-493150776409068224?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/493150776409068224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=493150776409068224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/493150776409068224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/493150776409068224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/next.html' title='next.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-2772766007111101986</id><published>2009-02-14T01:10:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:36:24.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quik Kash - Ignorant Language</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/?action=view&amp;amp;current=HPIM0822-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/HPIM0822-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/555988574c8b4063/"&gt;url=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/555988574c8b4063/"&gt;Quik Kash - Ignorant Language&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said i was gon do a song. im not gon post this on the page yet. its like a pre-released version. but i like it so i check and listen. imma blog on this one too since i dont feel like making two. i just finish this track like 10 minutes ago so i hope you at least enjoy it. i was bored. so i went in on that beat. anyway nothings going on im just bored and tired. i worked all day. i wanna transfer to the store my aunt works at. i like the enviroment way better. its like so much cooler there. plus time flies by faster when you having fun. and its fun there so i think i might transfer. they was tryna hook this white chick up with me it was funny. she was aw shy tryna give me her number. i took it though. she asked me could i be her valentine. i had a white chick before thats kinda weird lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywy i gotta work tomorrow. so imma leave this blog at this. listen to the track lemme me know "yay or nay" :)&lt;br /&gt;thanks .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"QK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. : if you aint heard the new drake, then you need to get hip.&lt;br /&gt;imma big fan i need to get with dude that would be a dream huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;url=&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/5557056704f4d392/"&gt;Drake So Far Gone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-2772766007111101986?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-7791870781279608459</id><published>2009-02-08T13:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T13:37:35.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ramble</title><content type='html'>work work work. that's all i been up too non stop. now im bout to grind grind grind. i haven't been on my music shit like im suppose too. i promise you today ill have a new song as soon as i finish this imma work on something new i swear. the last four days all i did was work. i like the constant working makes me feel like im actually doing something lmao. even though sometimes id rather be lazy. im tryna get tips on how to promote my self. like ugh i suck. i know i can do better. i be on some bullshit. and tips? lol leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the last couple of days have been pretty much phone. i hung out last night got fucked up like no other. i drove home though. i made sure i kept the drinks to a minimum or at least tried. white people = hilarious. like for real. but breathe smells like dog food when they drunk too ugh. shit was terrible. anyway nothing to much is really going on. i got feelings i rather not share online yet well see about the future ya dig?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway i promise ill update with my new song/s or whatnot. peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-7791870781279608459?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7791870781279608459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=7791870781279608459' title='4 Comments'/><link 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blackberry. what til my money come in nigga. just wait. imma get that shit forreal. anyway. whats the deal. dig the hawk? i been hearing mix'd shit about it. ion care. i like it. not worried bout what niggas thinking. its hair right? shit can be cutt off, grown back etc. so anyway. whats new? nothing really. i knew the steelers would win though. that wasnt even a thought in my head that they wouldnt. i already knew. jennifer hudson sound good in the kickoff show. that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i got a call from shardonae. or the neck piercing girl  as some may know. she saw my mohawk on fb and decided to give me a call i guess. ask'd me if i'd like to go out with her and her sister later on this week. and ask'd me to see if mike wanted to go. so imma do that. well see how that goes. hope she doesnt decide wednesday cause i have to work. this loser carmen also been dodgin me lol. watch how she pop up with something smart to say lmao. where my nigga jay. im tryna tell him how the preformance went and this nigga just when MIA. i hope my week goes how its pose to go. cause i need to have fun. tired of being bored lmao. or in the crib for long hours at a time. working and coming home isnt fun. im not 45 shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yall like this song on my blog. who cares if you do. stfu and read ho. yes follow what master said to do. i said keep reading. so do so. i think ill make a video later for those who are gay. and actually pose those songs ive done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;update:&lt;br /&gt;so like man i love this producer ryan leslie. like dude is incredible. like look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoJcG76lxgI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GoJcG76lxgI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i so wanna rap on this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uHodee8Kfgg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/uHodee8Kfgg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wNiZ0xYnqbw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/wNiZ0xYnqbw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/326392332636226045-8112213907707703474?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8112213907707703474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=8112213907707703474' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8112213907707703474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8112213907707703474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/02/wait-minute.html' title='Wait A Minute'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-2879235499187428807</id><published>2009-01-30T12:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:47:55.251-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo Hawk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;not really here to update just yet. just keeping you tuned in. i got a mohawk now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/HPIM0860-1.jpg&lt;br /&gt;[you might wanna copy+ paste into another tab]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be very aware. fuck if you like it. thanks. anyway. thats it ill make a video later or something.&lt;br /&gt;new songs will be posted soon. comment me tell me wasssup. peaceeesz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-2879235499187428807?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2879235499187428807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=2879235499187428807' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2879235499187428807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2879235499187428807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/mo-hawk.html' title='Mo Hawk'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-3224453504979927983</id><published>2009-01-22T04:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T05:00:49.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ask Them Hoes.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"just imagine this things here's just a pickle"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; a line from the nasty song i wrote last night. i was iffy writing it but its pretty cool. some shit id do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;forreal&lt;/span&gt; well  certain parts. whats up with me nothing only that i got a flat tire. and i tired to fix it today and it complete came off. so i have to jack it up and put the spare on til i get a new one. shit sucks. me and my cousin was out there for like 5 hrs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt; fix that car. plus i need to get it working tomorrow cause i have to work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;friday&lt;/span&gt;. so ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ummmmm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; listening to Ransom by Drake and Wayne. i always bang drake. like all day. he's like my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; rapper. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;sike&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Hov&lt;/span&gt; always first. Fuck &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Nasir&lt;/span&gt;. ( i Kid cause i may regret this later....:-"). anyway. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Hov&lt;/span&gt; was snapping on that President Is Black Remix. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; get into it but its nice. any way. man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; horny yo. i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why i wrote that nasty ass song n shit. shit i feel like doing like... read this : the whole first verse, which may change when it comes down to recording.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;king ding a ling supreme so come and get some/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;discriminate&lt;/span&gt; but gotta thing for thick ones/&lt;br /&gt;pick one or pick two &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baby i pick you&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;just imagine this things here's just a pickle/&lt;br /&gt;oh, and girl i was made for freaking&lt;br /&gt;hope the rumors true about them &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;puerto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ricans&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;aquafina&lt;/span&gt; when i seen it when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;eatin&lt;/span&gt; she be&lt;br /&gt;screaming got her hot cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; the demon/&lt;br /&gt;rubber when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;beatin&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;squirtin&lt;/span&gt; no semen/&lt;br /&gt;this nine in my pocket takes off like a rocket/&lt;br /&gt;when i start its no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;stoppin&lt;/span&gt;, cause right when i cock it&lt;br /&gt;i beat it like i stole it and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;clastrophobic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turn it and i fold it and when i get a chance/&lt;br /&gt;yo booty do a little dance in that football stance/&lt;br /&gt;i feel it in ya glands bout time to let it all out/&lt;br /&gt;i last long time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;beat it&lt;/span&gt; til you fall out/&lt;br /&gt;so at night you fight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;tossin&lt;/span&gt; and turning/&lt;br /&gt;hormone rage and my name you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;yearning&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;br /&gt;call the doctor up my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; a have your ass snoring/&lt;br /&gt;take 3 of these and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;twan&lt;/span&gt; a see you in the morning/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[crazy right. the second verse is worse]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is it Jiggling Baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want it on the kitchen skin cause you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;feining&lt;/span&gt; it baby&lt;br /&gt;legs back ass up this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;position&lt;/span&gt; is crazy?&lt;br /&gt;ya man never home &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt; it lately?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;creepin&lt;/span&gt; over to my spot cause ya pussy is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;aching&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; let out for now. insane right?.&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; keep rambling. i got 3 new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;YouTube&lt;/span&gt; video joints. i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; post em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gO0fzI2CIOA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gO0fzI2CIOA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBkXLmC0GKA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kBkXLmC0GKA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hqjt92uOQAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Hqjt92uOQAs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; done one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-3224453504979927983?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3224453504979927983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=3224453504979927983' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3224453504979927983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3224453504979927983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/ask-them-hoes.html' title='Ask Them Hoes.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-2765720093545812018</id><published>2009-01-16T01:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T02:04:27.567-05:00</updated><title type='text'>rant.</title><content type='html'>"Yeah man, I gotta keep my legs open.....&lt;br /&gt; its a RECESSION!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess being in a recession makes you do alot of things you wouldnt usually do huh? niggas out here sucking dick cause its a recession. strange place this world is. yeah thats my Yoda talking there. you know how that nigga be talking backwards and shit. thats for people who actually watched star wars. everyone else will be like, "the fuck is this nigga talking about? yoda? df outta here". anyway my weak is pretty weird. i wont go all into it. i should of hung out with jay this week. i know my nigga been busy. i kicked it with em this evening told him my plans about wanting to move and shit. also told him i wanted to be on the real world. told me my rap career wouldnt last if i did a reality show. but i think it will cause im a normal dude and my music will reflect me. im not gon be on the show acting like something im not and rap about shit thats illrelevant. who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my plans on moving, i think we might be losing this house soon. well my parents are. i told my moms if she loses this house im going to just move along. i mean it would be best i think. i do feel bad cause this is a beautiful house that i stay in. everyone loves my crib. and to downgrade would make me feel very unhappy n shit. so i rather go on my own and start my own so i dont feel like im the one losing cause its not me. i kept my end of the bargin with it comes to this house. i brought food, helped paid bills and etc. so i think i helped as much as i could. i know she lost her job. and thats not even her fault. the auto industry is leaving and that means a lot less jobs. how will it be called motor city without the motor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ill move along moving to a different life. a different city state something of the sort. hopefully it all works in my favor and i dont have to worry to much about things not working out and such. and maybe ill be more happier. im hoping thats it. so imma start saving from here on out. so someone remind me cause im hard on money. i get it and its gone. then im back in a hole.. :( im mad that im already late on my insurance payment. that sucks. ill pay it i promise lol. anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so your stalking me eh? speaking on me too huh? im already famous? is my life that important to you.  if your reading this and your like" damn how did you know", then your the victim of this paragraph. let me speak a little more hmm im bummy? yes you. thats funny. like damn im being spoke on behind the scene constantly and its irritated that i never once here this first hand. so i wont any longer entertain it im just gon let it continue like i didnt notice when i really have. its always people whos in the safety of there own home. computer screen. bedroom. locked doors. cause real talk not to be tryna be macho. you know what im not even gon say shit raw. later ill post the video of my bummy ass. i cant tell tho, i heard ya chick want me on the low. oh? word? lol. hmm. anyway bloggers imma keep it moving im tired and have work in the morning :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah...dont be hating on my song on my page.&lt;br /&gt; i like it. had to change the mood a little. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;imma leave with a couple bars i wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"stuntin is habit but notice i been doing it/&lt;br /&gt;i had cabbage long while you niggas steady pursuing it/&lt;br /&gt;this games mean but mainstream is very influening/&lt;br /&gt;youll  need protectin like condoms with extra lubricant/"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-2765720093545812018?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2765720093545812018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=2765720093545812018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2765720093545812018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2765720093545812018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/rant.html' title='rant.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-528956173178519153</id><published>2009-01-09T10:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T11:07:29.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A-Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;" You Know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I Know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I'm Your Uno "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; opened this one with a gucci lane lmao. this song thats on my blog been stuck in my hand for like a week. cause the hook is kinda like forreal. i had the most surprising phone call it was very interesing like i was just listening , smiling , and shocked at the same time listening to everything being said. i never knew any of these things before. like the nose ring thing? that was a big shocker. but after all that it made me look at everything differently in a whole new better way with everything exactly. even my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;" i think she want me and im feeling the same way,so shawty bring yo A-Game"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SO,&lt;/span&gt; ive been sleeping good lately too. ive been working alot more lately and hanging out so im actually living this year out rather than being all by my lonesome. plus my family makes me feel like im all i got too. like it feel like we all tryna work against eachother and that shit be hurting a nigga feelings. like its every man for himself around here. sometimes i do wish i stayed with my dad, but i no how he is im stubborn and he's alot more strict about his household than my mom is. but then again im tryna be in my own child in the next year or too. so well see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In&lt;/span&gt; other news, i have to go to work today and im tired actually, i dont get off til eight  and i gotta be there within the next hour. ugh, my job isnt the most fun one but isnt the hardest. but i feel like i could be doing alot less and get paid alot more. ugh life sucks sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt; that i have my car back in condition i have to do everything on my own, insurance, repairs etc. so imma try to get the max amount of hours i can get at work cause imma need money for everything now. and im going to go with alot less til i get my taxes and grant money then ill have a little extra to play with and save with. hopefully all goes well. i really wish i got that job at verizon. 12 a hour was sounding to good to be true for me. and it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been hanging with my nigga jay alot lately. on some real shit its a reason i do. that nigga is a cool ass nigga to be around. everytime i bring the dude up to someone ppl be like damn yall been hanging out alot. but that nigga is a real friend, in the last past week nigga did alot of shit for me that my own family wouldnt even do. and i appreicate that. i told that nigga whenever he need me i got him. i always wanted a friend like that like that was like me in a way but a real friend.&lt;br /&gt;i appreicate you my nigga shout out lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Iight&lt;/span&gt; back to my blog. i guesss this is a long one. ill end it here.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; wow its almost march already..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/326392332636226045-528956173178519153?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/528956173178519153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=528956173178519153' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/528956173178519153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/528956173178519153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/game.html' title='A-Game'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-6939704647273789576</id><published>2009-01-04T16:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:59:25.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updating</title><content type='html'>Man Jay Adams Said Everything That Happened On new years. so beside him lying bout winning in bowling and him not getting us lost. everything else is true. i did get fucked up. i did throw up all over my new shoes. but i did get taking care of by oh so beautiful Carmen! lol just thought i would throw it in. but yeah i wish i was well enough to get some Denny's cause im hungry right now. well its been 4 days since new years. and i still feel like partyin like its new years eve again. i worked my whip game proper again. just gotta update everything like the sounds and things and thats about it. &lt;br /&gt;i dont really have to much to say but happy new yr and ill leave yall with some videos if yall wanna watch us fool after the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZaRlHwUItlA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/ZaRlHwUItlA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/29tMGjqbyRU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/29tMGjqbyRU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/326392332636226045-6939704647273789576?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6939704647273789576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=6939704647273789576' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/6939704647273789576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/6939704647273789576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2009/01/updating.html' title='Updating'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-4032216824071669080</id><published>2008-12-15T13:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T13:16:20.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Do It Too.</title><content type='html'>okay i almost got fired from work. this dude tried to short change me. well he gave me a 50 and i gave him change. then, he asked for the fifty back and didnt give me my change back. and plus gave me fake bills. so my drawer would of came up 120 dollars short. so i go to stop the guy, and he swung on me. so being me i swung back. my dude marvin who work with me came around and grabbed me and the manager came out screaming " df is going on!!". so i explain what happened. dude lied and she let him go and tried to write me up for that shit. then when it came time to count my drawer, it was 50 bucks short. and she tried to make me give her 50 dollars. i was like fuck yall and walked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well since i said almost in the beginning its obvious i still have my job. but its the fact that she let that nigga go is what upsets me. then she told me he came back the next day and tried to do it again. he ordered a hard taco then saw her, and walked out. she told me the bank even accepted the fake bills. yeah crazy weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope when 09 comes everything will be in play with me so my life can take that turn its suppose to. im pose to move if everything with my money goes right and its been up and down lately. but i think even if it is imma still go. its not any opportunities and im tired of sitting around procrastinating too. i got what i need to do it imma just take it  and do what i gotta do with what i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could go back to the fun blogs i used to write. i feel like im struggling more than i have to lately. but its gon be okay. i need to call these insurance people to i can go head and get my jeep this week. anyway imma get too it. peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont be afraid to look up in the sky....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-4032216824071669080?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4032216824071669080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=4032216824071669080' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/4032216824071669080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/4032216824071669080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-can-do-it-too.html' title='You Can Do It Too.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-32203368852191423</id><published>2008-12-10T15:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:58:25.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>same post another video</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i made this one today 12/12/08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C1fpEabZtFo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C1fpEabZtFo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made this the same nite i made the last one.. i forgot to post it cause i been recording. i got 2 lil songs imma let yall hear. check em out.&lt;br /&gt;Stuntin Freestyle Ft. Epic&lt;br /&gt;http://www.imeem.com/people/S0DyHN/music/DSZdFK4P/quik_kash_feat_epic_stuntin_freestyle/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Detroit Snippet&lt;br /&gt;http://www.imeem.com/people/S0DyHN/music/hr0HZ8td/quik_kash_detroit_produced_by_darkseid/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay Heres The Video&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rr0T8Yx4fWI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rr0T8Yx4fWI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="295"&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/326392332636226045-32203368852191423?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/32203368852191423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=32203368852191423' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/32203368852191423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/32203368852191423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-can-breathestuttering.html' title='same post another video'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-3223402228109136289</id><published>2008-12-09T02:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:42:24.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Cant Breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pwOUAINC224&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/pwOUAINC224&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-3223402228109136289?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3223402228109136289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=3223402228109136289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3223402228109136289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3223402228109136289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-breathe.html' title='I Cant Breathe'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-1216103318671102088</id><published>2008-12-04T09:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T09:32:26.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>random shit vlog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no words needed i guess. dont laugh...asshole. i started rapping near the end ugh. just check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8vgJn3p5kJE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/8vgJn3p5kJE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/326392332636226045-1216103318671102088?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1216103318671102088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=1216103318671102088' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1216103318671102088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1216103318671102088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/random-shit-vlog.html' title='random shit vlog.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-678902622123623478</id><published>2008-12-03T09:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T09:30:55.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title.</title><content type='html'>so yesterday was pretty cold. very cold. i had to go to that interview. they want me to come back for a second one so i think I'm pretty much in. we finally got cable yesterday. we got every channel its about time i can get back in terms with society. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; i was mad when i found out that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;trl&lt;/span&gt; didn't come on anymore or rap city! that's crazy whats am i gonna watch that's very entertaining. 106 and park is the black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;trl&lt;/span&gt; and it look cheap ion like it. so afterwards i got a call for university of phoenix. they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; call me to set up a meeting next Tuesday. so that's going to be interesting. later on i when to my job and got my check. they like me up their. they finally gave me some more hours at taco bell. I'm like applaud, i saw the schedule and was like damn  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; really want me to have a great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;. but i gotta save all my money. my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; going to be how i want it to be... looks like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; have a good "after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; day" the following week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you people are so gullible. naive. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to say i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; expect it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; noticed that my layout for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;blog spot&lt;/span&gt; got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of questions. " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;who's&lt;/span&gt; that?, i want too know, tell me, you must be in love". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;whoa&lt;/span&gt; settle down with all the questions. people assume if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; answer their questions that they are right about whatever they were thinking. well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; let the mind wonder. i think the mind is a beautiful thing, if you open it up to every possibility this world would be so much diverse. i think everyone could be their own individual without having to think about what society has to say about how they look  and what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well today i got to do a side job for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lady&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting paid to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; work. they i already know how to do. i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; great. something that i know how to do and is good at i can make money off of. i think i need to look more into that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday morning was very weird. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; can get the strength to get up and let her ex go. she calls me crying almost everyday and she's never been like that. she let that dude break her down and its so sad to see that. she gave up everything for him. and i think that  def was the wrong move. cause her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;fam&lt;/span&gt; wont even talk to her now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what happens when you fall for someone fast. its crazy and i wish i could do something to help. but the only one who can help her is herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got this song that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; no body got! had ill put it up when i change the layout.&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-678902622123623478?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/678902622123623478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=678902622123623478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/678902622123623478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/678902622123623478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-title.html' title='No Title.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-4958790310660308211</id><published>2008-12-01T17:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T18:13:53.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Evening.</title><content type='html'>well i been on chill this evening. very chill. oh guys, well hows the new layout? you dig it?. yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my 808's and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blog spot&lt;/span&gt; layout. i think i everyone will dig it. quit being nosy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; worry bout &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;who's&lt;/span&gt; that in the picture. non ya business. anyway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been not blogging like u used too. you can tell the months that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ived&lt;/span&gt; be the busiest. the less blogs there were the more shit i was doing. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; try to make even time for both to keep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; updated. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;vlogging&lt;/span&gt; too. see if it works out for me. my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;jeezy&lt;/span&gt; said, the more your seen and heard, the better off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;you'll&lt;/span&gt; be. and i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; true. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;gone&lt;/span&gt; get used to you if they keep seeing you. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;you'll&lt;/span&gt; start to get a following. hopefully that can be me. right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; bagging that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;eightoheight's&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;heartbreak&lt;/span&gt; for like, all day today. i wont let nothing else play, and its only cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;kanye&lt;/span&gt; fan, and its nothing like me being down like some would think, i just been through some of the shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; being spoke of in this album. so its like therapy for old problems that still bother me today. you know. plus i like the beats. them 808s are knocking. man people are dumb. they think they know shit but really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;imeem&lt;/span&gt; reading comments for this album and i saw the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;stupidest&lt;/span&gt; comments of all time. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; said 808 stands for the area code in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Hawaii&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like seriously? 808 is def not a drum huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; done, just wanted to write a new blog. hello my fellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;bloggers&lt;/span&gt;. comment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; we have to get re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;acquainted&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-4958790310660308211?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4958790310660308211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=4958790310660308211' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/4958790310660308211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/4958790310660308211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-evening.html' title='Good Evening.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-3048396802142028495</id><published>2008-12-01T08:32:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T08:43:28.989-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning</title><content type='html'>Hello Blogspot World. Ive Been woke for a bit and my morning has kick'd off excellent. i have a interview tomorrow afternoon for verizon wireless. so well see how that goes. i feel so brand new for some reason, like inside i used to feel a lil bitter. i cant explain why actually but i know that i feel different now. and i feel like forgiving alot of people. how about women who have lied to me, i forgive you. and people who did shit to me. i forgive you. people who really arent shit and been in my life to lead me down the wrong path. i forgive yall asses too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Im Happy. and it feels good to be that way ive been happy. but damn i have been to this point. like i remember i used to see women that i used to talk to a while ago. for "example", and when i for sure thought we should of been together and they ended up with some other person i really deep down been a lil bitter. and this has been numerous occasions. and i got up today and i got on yahoo for example and seen some shit. and i was like word, im very happy for Her. me and this chick were the best of friends for a LONG time. and some where in the back of my mind i was like ugh thats suppose to be mine one day.  thats how i felt about alot of people i felt that i deserve. and ive learn that. i probably still deserve them. but that doesnt me they were meant for me to have. and im happy that that person has some one to make her whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think that everyone deserves a feeling like that. i think people deserve to be happy, be healthy ( if they choose ) and to be wealthy. [if you try]. anyway im glad i have this here blog. expressing myself really helps me. its like therapy. and i love it. man, life is good. oh i forgot to say im bout to move out of MI in a month. niggas didnt believe i was gon do it but its happening. yeaaah!. im not saying where im going youll see me when &amp;amp; where u see me. ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got some one that i miss and makes me feel good inside.&lt;br /&gt;thats a good feeling, lets see how this goes. one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-3048396802142028495?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3048396802142028495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=3048396802142028495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3048396802142028495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3048396802142028495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-morning.html' title='Good Morning'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-8848152211995823658</id><published>2008-11-23T16:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T17:02:46.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;internet is a beautiful place. bet you wish you could live their eh. ugh random talking. but im not gonna stay in my blogs long. i think imma try to get lajai to blog a lil. she been going through to much. i cant wait til xmas time though. alot is going on. 09 is coming, im not gonna be in michigan. thats gonna be exciting woot. ugh im mad i go too much time on my hands. time to find something to do. ugh women....  imma leave it at that. this is what i be talking bout ppl! lol keeping it 100 is a must.  anyway i might go shopping again, but i gotta save for my vehicle. insurance and all the things that needs to be updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;so my EX-MAS list .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  ugh just looks cool egh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still want a xbox.&lt;br /&gt;i think imma just stop there cause its sad that i still dont have one. ugh UPS can suck my dick. im really tryna get back in their :(. hope at&amp;amp;t calls me.. anything is better than nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so on that note... imma just leave this blog for another time when i wanna. with working, making moves, fake people, and other shit.. ion got time to entertain the tall tales.&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/326392332636226045-8848152211995823658?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8848152211995823658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=8848152211995823658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8848152211995823658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8848152211995823658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-1662015523874307267</id><published>2008-11-08T23:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:29:59.847-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abyss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my face is the tightest as its even been in a while. my earbrows are almost touching eachother and my lips arent moving. feels like their stuck together. my eyes are fluttering. i havent felt this way since Anthony died. i havent felt this way since...never. i didnt drop a tear cause im sad. nor did i drop one because someone died.i dropped one for me. i dropped one because im misunderstood, miscalculated, misinterpreted.im judged before knowledge of who i am. im indirectly bashed in ways i never knew existed.you dont know what ive been through, so theirfore you will never know why this effects me the way it does. im being judged base on nothingness. what do you know about me. you know my name is Antione. thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking i was being dodged. i felt in my gut something wasnt right. not even that i felt that something is changing. i couldnt put my finger on it, but i knew it. for a minute i could tell. i just didnt know exactly what it was. Lajai told me dont think so hard, cause it might not even be how im taking it. but it was. not exactly but i was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what im in a rock in a hard place or am i in a nonexistence place. i dont even no what else to say cause i felt something of the sort coming along. i just didnt know how it would come. and i never had a feeling like this. to make my face turn upside down and dropp one tear out my left eye. like im lost for words cause i feel like " what kinda bull shit is this". so am i pose to be forgotten or am i pose to accept the bullshit? like what am i to say to this? what kinda conclusion do i make of this situation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever...and is that just it. or is it more to it....&lt;br /&gt;will i find out.. whatever ... fuck typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;youve made other decisions on you own, whats different in this one?&lt;/span&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/326392332636226045-1662015523874307267?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1662015523874307267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=1662015523874307267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1662015523874307267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1662015523874307267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/abyss.html' title='Abyss...'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-1516586561316683287</id><published>2008-11-08T20:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T21:12:39.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Twan'/><title type='text'>November Season</title><content type='html'>so i just got home from work. man what a long day. it was actually boring really. i woke up like 30 minutes before i actually have to leave to head for work. so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; really get to eat anything but a sandwich. ugh why oh why...must i slap a bitch. this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; ass "child" at my job almost lost her face talking to me. i decided i would work extra hard to day just cause i was bored. so i helped on drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; and she had nerve to act as if i had to help her. so being the person i am, i threw the headset at her and walked away saying " bitch you can suck my dick duck, you got me fucked up". rude i know. do i care? nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving along. people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;urk&lt;/span&gt; my nerves.for like the past two weeks i been annoyed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been randomly just hanging up on people and turning my people off cause i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; feel like being bothered. i been working &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; more hours now and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; bout to start working daily now. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting rid of all the waste of timers and making room for the time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;savor'ers&lt;/span&gt;. if that makes since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh maybe i am becoming bipolar or something. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; ill be good,till i start thinking about things. but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really get mad or swing moods, i just like get more serious about things. so it may seem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; being funny acting, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; really not...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just focused MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really wanna go back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Michigan&lt;/span&gt; State like i did couple weeks ago. college parties are always fun.til you get drunk and past out in a dorm room. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;shhh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; tell know one. Nae asked me to drive back, i surely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; risking that. thought i might die. fun times fun times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in love with something...&lt;br /&gt;i listen to it everyday and it makes my day. like it really does. the variety it gives me for each mood &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in and how it keeps me in a great mood with in feeling down. damn i love you music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; lame eh i know. fuck you. aye fuck you too. you make me vomit and shit at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;same time&lt;/span&gt; reader. ugh you whom read and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; comment fuck you too.  hope your testicles/ovaries explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways back to my evening...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-1516586561316683287?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1516586561316683287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=1516586561316683287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1516586561316683287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1516586561316683287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-season.html' title='November Season'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-3846636682299538949</id><published>2008-11-06T13:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:52:04.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Excited.</title><content type='html'>New Layout And Post.  So Obviously I Got My Hat On My Head. I had TO Go crack some heads last night and threaten a couple lives but no one was harmed. thank god to them. anyway, i took that test yesterday that shit was pretty easy til i got to the science which i have no memory of , cause i know that was one class i never paid attention in. i hated science. to many chemicals and all this other shit. other than that im think i did pretty well. so well see what happens next week. i need a cut, as you can see in the photo's above and imma make it my fucking busy to go today. i been over my dads this week since i have nothing esle to do. i was prepared for the speech i was going to get, but wow. i got the speech of all speeches two nights ago. what a nite. well my nigga barack won. i wrote my " I Voted " sticker proudly on my forehead. i met alot of interesting people on election day. this dude called some chick a nigger and threated her life. im like WOW. people still let ignorance overpower change. times have changed, let it go. lets move on to more important things other than you holding a fucking grudge cause a african american is in office. geez... moving on.&lt;br /&gt;       i hate when i  feel as something is going on, but i just cant put my finger on it. im not talking about anything in particular or am i? it just seems like im not being included in something that i should be included in. and its making me think but i dont wanna think to hard and be wrong. so im kinda "iffy" about it right now. but imma keep it to my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Bitch whats happenen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; known to get it crackin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; heard bout cha already baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; you can stop the actin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; i say im drunker den a mu-fucker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; higher then a kite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; lost my mind and my cell phone in the same night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this fucking song be coming on all day on my computer. this used to be my shit. yo i know what i want for christmas. who wants to give me gifts? anyone? if you do comment me asap cause i have a item for each specific person. lol but seriously imma treat my self big this year for xmas.&lt;br /&gt;im kinda irritated, like just now i am. ionno why. i was pose to post some songs..but i never did em. :( i hate my procrastinating ass sometimes. anyway im rabbling im gone. hmph.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-3846636682299538949?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3846636682299538949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=3846636682299538949' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3846636682299538949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3846636682299538949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/be-excited.html' title='Be Excited.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-5131769783469586724</id><published>2008-11-02T15:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T15:28:07.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They Dont Remember That.</title><content type='html'>yo, new day. its already Sunday and its funny how my weeks go by so fucking fast. it seem like when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; doing something weeks go by so far, but months go by so slow. so like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; really gonna go vote. bout time i been able to participate in something with this damn world. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; i would of been the final vote to get John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kerry&lt;/span&gt; or Al gore in the fucking office. ITS A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;RECESSION&lt;/span&gt; BITCH!. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ion no&lt;/span&gt; how but if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;blog spot&lt;/span&gt; lets me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; make a list of shit that i want to accomplish and as i do each one i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to cross it out. its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; i need to accomplish this year going to the new 09 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, work was annoying yesterday. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;df&lt;/span&gt; how am i pose to do everything by my self and they got plenty of people their to assist me. and want to complain about how slow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going. bitch kiss my ass. today i said i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; record some music so well see how they goes. if i come back and make another blog today then i most likely did some. i need to write about how i see haters every direction i go or something of the sort. cause got damn its frustrating to hear people down your neck whom &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; for one second know a thing about you. oh and let me find out someone making a reference towards me and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in that ass. [ hint hint].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay time to start doing shit no long blog today. peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-5131769783469586724?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5131769783469586724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=5131769783469586724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/5131769783469586724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/5131769783469586724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/11/they-dont-remember-that.html' title='They Dont Remember That.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-4927917657184379409</id><published>2008-10-26T16:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T17:23:48.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Back</title><content type='html'>ugh i hate jay adams. i been going through his blog. and this nigga reminds me of ..me. like a lot of the things your blog about, are alot of the things that i think about or things that run through my mind from time to time. for a arrogant person, you've been quite whiny this year my nigga. we gon have to get you another puppie or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking back on my past hmm. ive had a pretty interesting selection of women cometh and go.i also had pretty different experiences with "first times".my first kiss was at like six though, with this chick name valerie. the kids on the block made us kiss.back then i used to be allergic to pollen. so one day i happen to come out when a bunch of fucking pollen was falling, and it made my eyes water and red. everyone though i was crying over her. but i wasnt i eyes just felt like chopped onion were sitting on my face. so she ran home. ive seen her in recent years. makes me say each time "damn, you looked way better when we were kids". hmph,... oh well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; every year of grade school til 7-9 grade ive had a girl friend. first girlfriend, in kindergarten i still remember her. i got her as soon as i got to the school. i forgot how we broke up. but i remember some how i ended up kissing her on the cheek. and she thought i was tryna talk to her again. and her cousin was in first grade with me. how ironic. me and my best friend at the time and his cousin was all over her. i remember my first crush. it was on thie game name Raven Durham. she was so beautiful too me. i dont no why but she was. even tho she dissed me for my nemesis/future bestfriend at the time george jackson. i remember i came to school with five dollars. and i showed it too her. this fast ass chicken head skeezer gon start crying and tell the teacher " Antione Stole Five Dollars Out My Purse ". i fought for my five bucks. i wouldnt give it up. its ever my five bucks....or my five BUCKS. anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aslo remember my first fight. it was actually with my bestfriend..at that time. i thought he throw a crayon at me. so i turned around, and he was the first person i saw. so i pushed him. he pushed me back we got to tussling and i threw him to a desk. i thought i was he-man. haha! i thought that would make raven like me more. but everyone in the class was like... "damn why you do that". i didnt get it. george was the cool kid. and i wanted to be like him then. i even beat em up and raven didnt even notice...ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time grabbing girls on the ass. was in fourth grade. me and george liked the same girl name D'layne. ionno why we just did. it was this other girl i used to like name tiffany. anyway, me and george dated d'layne at the same time cause she liked us both. speaking of all this. i just noticed something. i used to take on the phone for the first time around 3rd or fourth grade... thats crazy. i wasnt letting my little sister used the phone til now, and shes in the 6th. i got suspended for sexual harassment for touching her on the ass on a field trip. she had a nice lil booty then. now it switched around cuz now days she got big tits. i saw her at a party like 2 yrs ago. she still looked the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a think for light skin. in fifth grade i was dating the sexy chick then. Kitten High. kitten...mmmmmm anyway.  she was sexy and thick..and that was my first time having a chick with some big ass tits. like her shit was huge. and she loved me. we dated the whole school year.  she was a freak too. i remember one day she put her foot up my pants try feel my dick. lol she used to always say i had a big dick. i think she the one who geek'd my head up. every chance she got she was touching on me or my dick. me i was trying look up her dresses and skirts and pulling her tits out.( oh i didnt do that til middle school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janee Legardy. short and sexy. i used to like her so much. i was in 6th grade and i had 3 girlfriends. i was also dating candice and this other tall thick chick, which i cant remember her name. they all was sexy. that was my first time tryna be a "player". the it all crumbled. candice broke up with me cuz i decided i was gon curse her out. laquisha or whatever that chick name was i broke up with her cuz she was too tall. and janae i broke up with her, just cuz i knew i could have her back. the following year i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 grade. when i bust my first nut. i wont say her name. cuz she doesnt know she was my first. or maybe she do...we was ugly. i rode my bike so damn far for that pussy man. smh ionno why i did that. it took me like a hour and a half to get there. i climbed in her window and then it all started.&lt;br /&gt;i acted like i was gon eat her out but, i didnt know wtf i was doing. u remember i snapped on her cause i thought i got her pregnant. i had the biggest headache and  i was throwing up. i broke up with her  a couple days afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting  head wasn't how i thought it would. this chick was drunk n high..olivia...smh. hope u not still bitter toward me. i been watch in too many pornos, so i thought id try having a intercourse with her face. ion think she enjoyed it as much as i did. she wanted me to return the favor. i said nah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its crazy how things turn out. i thought i wouldn't have sex or anything when i was growing up. i thought i was too shy for chicks to like me. but actually i was always out going and chicks always liked me. so i remembered as i got older chicks tried to dis me. but i never let it faze me cause, i knew the truth. bitch im amazing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-4927917657184379409?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4927917657184379409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=4927917657184379409' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/4927917657184379409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/4927917657184379409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/thinking-back.html' title='Thinking Back'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-3185506224863644</id><published>2008-10-21T20:46:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:53:57.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck that</title><content type='html'>i havent touch thisshit in so long man. and i really dont care than i havent. i been low key then a mug lately. i really dont fuck wiht no body and today proves why. like nigga aint real as usual so lets keep it moving. i been working my ass off for months now. and got some thing to show for it. im bout to flippin homes very soon. soon is a drag and boring.. like dude shit really is irritating. like damn. anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ntoo much shit been happening. i got robbed today shit was crazy.like i need to stop carrying all my money on me or i could of had all my shit took. nigga was a bum. like gunpoint barrel in the face type shit. like im kinda shook from that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im like done with all the rest of the bullshit. like im tired of starting shit and tryin fix shit with ppl who dont want shit fixed. like talk the shit to make a nigga wonder then be like on some other shit. like fuck it i cant fuck with it no more. its added headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make up yo mind. like its not hard to choose. you want one or the other. simple. like im sick of guessing games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im changing alot of shit and im bout to havve my own shit when i move i already got a spot. lik shit happening hella fast.&lt;br /&gt;but anyway im gone again im too irritated. fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-3185506224863644?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3185506224863644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=3185506224863644' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3185506224863644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3185506224863644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/fuck-that.html' title='fuck that'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-4785399793711429893</id><published>2008-10-03T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T00:24:24.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Rap</title><content type='html'>New Song. Check It Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-4785399793711429893?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4785399793711429893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=4785399793711429893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/4785399793711429893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/4785399793711429893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/10/real-rap.html' title='Real Rap'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-7028341330969925301</id><published>2008-09-27T23:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T23:33:03.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>so, how are you? I'm good actually. well I'm not. I've been sick since like Thursday. like real bad.  couldn't stand it. had to work this weekend, but didn't go on Friday i was too sick. even though i made my self sound extra sick on the phone to my manager. i called a hour before i was pose to go :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;" [holds nose] " hey Liz, i cant come in today, I'm like super duper sick".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; " WHY U DIDN'T CALL YESTERDAY!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "CUZ ...um... i thought i was gon be better by today?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"BYE!". -click&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;so i been hanging out with school friends all week, like lol man these fucker make me sick. tryna make me talk to random broad whom I'm not attracted too just for laughs. idiots. after being pulled over by the cops n shit. i been really not liking fucking anyone. lol i been so on point about whom i been around. oh so yo!....remember like 2 blogs ago? when i was talking about that chick with the neck piercing whom i thought was the sexxiest thing ever? whelp she decided she wanted to be my friend Thursday. man i felt mad weird she had me blushing cuz i think shes pretty. and she all in my grill. so we exchanged numbers and  and i kept my day going. funny think i step in the crib she decides to txt me. shes like what u doing tonite I'm like nothing, I'm kinda sick. " you wanna chill with me and some friends?" sure i say. i go out side her car look like something straight out of the fast in the furious I'm like....OKAY..so anyway we decided to go bowling which I'm good at by the way. and we went to 7-11 afterwards. she TRIED to buy me a Slurpee.  i never let a chick by me anything...i guess its a male ego thing.. but im like fuck that ill pay. so i guess her friends had to leave so she drops them off. she decided she wanted to go to meijers. I'm like okay kool. its like eleven o clock and we in meijers looking for Halloween accessories for her costume. she gonna be a slutty fairy basically . i guess Halloweens an excuse for all that. long story short we parks in front the crib and we kick it. she tells me how shes suppose to be engaged n shit..but dudes in the navy and gon be gone for 4 years. so shes tryna decide what to do. we talked for like a fucking hour which was mad cool cuz i haven't done nothing like that in....never? so i go in the crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next day she decided we should go to a movie with her and her sister an her best friend or what not. so we go see traitor. i haven't been to the movies in forever. it was actually a good movie. my asthma was acting up real bad and i didn't have my inhaler on me but i sucked it up cuz the movie was real interesting. blah we go to the coney island and get something to eat. i got chill cheese fries woot. we eat and she leave...she almost crashed into another car, then decides to tell me she wears glasses... so, I'm not getting in that car unless contacts are in or glasses. but i should have my car next month so no worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my phone today, i was running to get on the bus and it dropped out my pocket. my mom found it and brought it to my job. that was cool of her. i was happy. cuz i was gon just be like fucking and quit procrastinating and go head and get either tmobile or at&amp;amp;t. anyway I'm mad bored and tired so imma go back and lay down, and watch basic TV since we still don't have cable...ugh... I'm missing all the good shows :(&lt;br /&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/326392332636226045-7028341330969925301?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7028341330969925301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=7028341330969925301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7028341330969925301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7028341330969925301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-560800917825344428</id><published>2008-09-23T20:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T23:14:11.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck The Police Foreal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Man, What A Day...What A Day. I was kinda of upset that the kids didnt come to class today, so i was pretty much bored in class today. im like techically the only guy in the class. its a gay dude and a white dude but they dont count. the chicks dig that i love kids cuz the mommas be in there, while i be taking care of they're kids. they was like " i bet you want a kid" or " i wish my baby daddy was like you. he wont even hold her" or " why couldnt you of been the father" lol. im like "uh, im glad im not, i cant take care of a kid. as much as i love them i nowhere near responible enough to take care of one. i know that. im to busy tryna do me and live my life, to be tryna take care of another life. its a fun class though nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after class i waiting for Vic dumb ass to come scoop me up. we chilled for a minute kicking it with old people in the neighborhood and shit. one of my friends is going away for six months. that's fucked up [ Free Cash BTW]. so we get back on are journey. i decided to go get my check today so i rode with them to get it. the freeway was over backed up today. that shit was crazy. we had to come up and take side streets to get there faster. so we riding and on our right are the NARCS. they slowing up, so we thinking they tryna get over so we slow up. the didn't so we kept moving. they get behind us and we just rolling. [MR. OFFICER] -WEOWEOWEOWE- they got they lights on and shit we like wtf? we aint speeding. we aint got nothing on us. we got seatbelts on. so im like WDF? so i see one run up to vic door and im in the back. i turn to my right another cop yelling " put ya hands on the fucking headrest! ". he yelling asking vic a hundred times " how old are you". he told the man amillion times how old he was then finally was like fuck it, started to get his ID.  dude like "man, if you dont get the fuck out the car". so he pat him down. my dude Paris in the front seat. they pull him out  and pat him down. they put them both on the hood. so im like fuck... they come back im like " man whats the problem". he telling me " stfu nigga dont speak" they do the same shit to me now im on the hood sitting there. they asking me question im just not saying shit. he like " ion like niggas, so speak the fuck up". some more fucking pigs come and start harrassin us. 20 minutes later, they didnt find shit. and told us get the fuck outta they face. man we didnt speak for like 30 minutes we was so fuckin pissed. finally i get to my job to get my check. we go get wendy's and got from the fucking eastside quick. we got to JOY.RD and dropped Paris off. niggas in his hood wanted to play us in B-Ball so we played 2 games and left. finally got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a day...&lt;br /&gt;[fuck the police]&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/326392332636226045-560800917825344428?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/560800917825344428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=560800917825344428' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/560800917825344428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/560800917825344428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/fuck-police-foreal.html' title='Fuck The Police Foreal.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-7490310294257676208</id><published>2008-09-17T00:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T01:00:18.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventy</title><content type='html'>yo..my sister just fell out her bed lol. its almost One AM. i heard a DUN DUN!. lol im sitting here trying to think of something to start my blog off with and i just snickered when i heard that. shes very weird man. like she will walk around the house and turn every single fucking light on and act like she never did it. ugh and a bad liar at that. but i cant blame her. i was a bad liar then. and still am. thats why i dont do that shit. id be sitting here stuck for days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats not what i wanted to blog about. really i just wanted to update since i finally got a lil audience to actually pay my blog attention. like fucking jay got like 200 post n shit. and got like 20 fucking readers. fuck him. im mad jealous. bathing ape monkey looking ass nigga. but im am greatful for those i do have! so thanks for reading. even though i dawg you out from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So monday i started my classes. i minor'd in child care til i can do music. man yo i gotta watch lil kid and they are so fucking adorable. like man, i didnt know watching kids could be so fun. yet tiring. oh like i saw this chick. omg....so fucking sexy. like the epitome of my type. i dropped dead looking at her yesterday when i walked in like woooooooooooooow... if only if only. but like she got this piercing on the back of her neck. wow its kinda weird. that realllly throught me off. but she still sexy. i think she caught me staring at her thought. like i was daydreaming with my hornball ass. but eh, i kept it pushing. man my classes are easier, but more boring than i thought they would be. like damn i did all my work and was mad fucking bored. like seriously, i fell asleep drooling on some paper. i woke up and only like 15 minutes had past...crazy shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i didnt realize how ahem! "handsome".  like mad chicks at school be just hopping on my tip like im fresh meat. blah, maybe cuz im the "new dude". or  whatever. Ugh Nae's cousin died in a accident. she seem cool so ion say shit but real talk car accidents scare the shit outta me like.  i love to drive, and fast. so i always wonder if im careful enough. ugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill finish later.. peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-7490310294257676208?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7490310294257676208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=7490310294257676208' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7490310294257676208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7490310294257676208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/seventy.html' title='Seventy'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-423961197695863828</id><published>2008-09-02T03:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T03:41:11.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm new post.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="white"&gt;&lt;pre class="borderblkbold"&gt;Moms don't like her, but she adores me&lt;br /&gt;struggling artist, no job, she supports me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So alone, my only friend is boo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So when its me against the world, the world gotta be against her too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that line reminds me of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so i not gonna really boy i just wanted to say that&lt;br /&gt;i didnt do shit today but go over my granddads&lt;br /&gt;his bday was today and thats it.&lt;br /&gt;im chilling now.&lt;br /&gt;you better claim a nigga now.&lt;br /&gt;hints you on what you said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im out til next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-423961197695863828?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/423961197695863828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=423961197695863828' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/423961197695863828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/423961197695863828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmm-new-post.html' title='hmm new post.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-2071474529386021131</id><published>2008-08-30T02:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:36:18.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Something I Wrote..</title><content type='html'>check me out baby what it is&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like Ive had a mad crush on you like we kids&lt;br /&gt;i thought u were complicated but I'm starting just to comprehend&lt;br /&gt;that you like simplicity and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; trying to get played again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, if you looking for security&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; only eighteen but baby check out my maturity&lt;br /&gt;grown man swag and deception is a sin to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;looking at&lt;/span&gt; ya body &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; your brain is appealing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you seem to be want i want but its kinda offending me&lt;br /&gt;complexion makes me hot while your freckles giving chills to me&lt;br /&gt;i want to no you better and go further is the deal with me&lt;br /&gt; we just hit it off, but i wonder if your feeling me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you talking..... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; steady listening&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i wonder whom else finds you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;interestin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your swag was murder you'd be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;killin&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;so i can only be real just hope that you feeling it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if we ever go out and start to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chillin&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;i might wanna get closer so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;let&lt;/span&gt; me know if your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;diggin&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;i no i be horny but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt; drill in it&lt;br /&gt;you act so innocent  i no you just concealing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if we start to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt; it, ill make you start revealing it&lt;br /&gt;and i get to fill in it, loving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;huggin&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;kissin&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;i no u might start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;buggin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; away and u be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;missin&lt;/span&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;but you would always be my star and stay glistening &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind started just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;driftin&lt;/span&gt; off&lt;br /&gt;lets act like its half time n get it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;kickin&lt;/span&gt; off&lt;br /&gt;when i look in ya big brown eyes i start staring off&lt;br /&gt;right in to space, your being keeps me embraced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; ready for the chase your steps ill retrace&lt;br /&gt;and when i finally get you i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; need to replace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its iight i think..just some random ish..&lt;br /&gt;chu think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-2071474529386021131?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2071474529386021131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=2071474529386021131' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2071474529386021131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2071474529386021131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-i-wrote.html' title='Something I Wrote..'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-2278163800225840333</id><published>2008-08-30T01:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T02:34:02.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Irritated</title><content type='html'>So..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm SO FUCKING IRRITATED OUTTA MY MIND. EVERYONE IS FUCKING ANNOYING ME TO THE 3RD POWER. i don't even no why but everyone is being fucking difficult and this shit is fucking retard. I'm like is it my fault? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; ...then I'm like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;df&lt;/span&gt;.. I'm not even doing shit your just making shit hard period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh man i was irritated all day really, the fucking bus didn't come...and the one that did come broke the fuck down and i was waiting for like 2 hours. i had to be at work at 4:15 and didn't get there til 4:30 which wasn't as bad as i would have been if i still waited on the bus. my sister came and picked me up. oh, she just brought her a car the other day. I'm happy for her n shit I'm like wow, your moving up in the word. like couple months ago you wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt; do shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;, now your climbing to the top, step by step. so that made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man.. work was alright, I'm really just chilled and was fucking with the customers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; i remember when they didn't like my ass, i was the new boy at work. they was all like, yeah...you must be new. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; now they all know my name. they come in and speak to me...  n shit and kick it with me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; feels like i got new friends n shit. they be giving me money n shit, for who knows what reason. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; some lady came in and was like "Antwan!, Here". and gave me 50 bucks. white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; are cool some times. i guess. couldn't date a white chick....ugh. pink Gina is not the kind i wanna be poking. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;period.&lt;/span&gt; ugh at period... ion no why they just made me frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your reading this? well hi, how are you? how was your day? good. who gives a fuck though?&lt;br /&gt;not me....you so fucking naive...you no that right? yes you. oh get mad...yeah oh yeah think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; asshole too. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; laugh at you for being dumb. okay okay...you know i love you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;df&lt;/span&gt; hell no. ugh. your a ho. ho..... ho ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway I'm done speaking to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going out tomorrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; after i get off work. i haven't in a minute. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; have fun and enjoy. gonna see who's gonna grind on me tomorrow? if its you follow me and we can party. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay I'm bored. I'm listening to shoot me down by Lil Wayne. the chorus be having me thinking how people take me for granted. how i put my sweat n tear into shit period and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; don't appreciate it. how i keep it real and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; cant.  this been really irritating me for a couple of days now. I'm been angry inside. but i just covering it by working and online classes I'm taking. i just been staying occupied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;best friend&lt;/span&gt; been missing me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. she no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; be MIA a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Lil&lt;/span&gt;. but we spoke about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of the shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; been going on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; one person i love to def. even tho she's super dingy. ugh dingy women..it can be cute sometimes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;iight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-2278163800225840333?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2278163800225840333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=2278163800225840333' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2278163800225840333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2278163800225840333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/irritated.html' title='Irritated'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-3740321220274883890</id><published>2008-08-27T15:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:07:25.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>iight so.</title><content type='html'>fake &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; are amongst us all. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;for real&lt;/span&gt; you'll never know who the trust. like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ion no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not even mad enough to address it. like i noticed. i cant get angry anymore. like for some reason. i can never get mad enough to just wanna go crazy anymore. like go on a rampage. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ion no&lt;/span&gt; whats the deal. i guess i thought i was angrier inside than i thought.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ion no&lt;/span&gt; i got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of shit build up. but i guess exploding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; me anymore. and stupid shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; faze me no more.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ion no&lt;/span&gt; what the deal is. but blah, yesterday i went to go get my check. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; waiting in the sun for like a hour n a half to get there..man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get there til 7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; get home til eleven. then i crashed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i realized that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of shit i cared for. i should just let it be. like its not even cool anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; always been the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; to give more than a fuck about people or things period. no matter what i forgave and forget or just let shit fly. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; that just how i am. ion like holding grudges &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; at the end of the say, how is being mad or angry bettering me as a person. how is that making me money. how is that making me successful?  no way at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man its only 5 and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; super BORED. blah i stole that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Cbox&lt;/span&gt; from yo shit. well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; seen it before but still. i want one and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; hate. i also made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Social Vibe&lt;/span&gt; the other day. like i think the whole concept of the site. i think its cool by just by being on there you earn points to raise money for a cause. and if any of you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have one. DO NOT MAKE ONE without letting me add you. or i will not talk to you ever again period. thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mind is spinning with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of shit i wanna express but ion even no how to say that shit...i just wish &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; would be more real. i swear...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-3740321220274883890?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3740321220274883890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=3740321220274883890' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3740321220274883890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3740321220274883890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/iight-so_27.html' title='iight so.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-3631584411488120917</id><published>2008-08-25T11:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T12:14:23.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>okay.</title><content type='html'>my sister and i went shopping yesterday. aye being a dad gets u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of play i see.  plus my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Lil&lt;/span&gt; sister is good so we was just chilling. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Candie&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Slurpee's&lt;/span&gt; then she had to pee so ugh i had to take her in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;men's&lt;/span&gt; bathroom. felt weird.  but i got her some dunks( thanks to someone, i think they look nice on kids feet now). so she was looking nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is exactly why i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be online. while i was at getting off work &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; evening. i stopped in the mall to get me a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cinnabun&lt;/span&gt;. okay..i got 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Cinnabuns&lt;/span&gt;.... but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; beside the point. the point is some chick walked by, and was giving me the eye, [note, i just got off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;work&lt;/span&gt;, i probably smell like sour cream and bean burritos]. so she come back with a friend. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt; smash it. so i wipe my face and look up shes like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hey, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; your name &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Twan&lt;/span&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; no who i am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;EM&lt;/span&gt;...no?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what!, your &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Realfake&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Crushspot&lt;/span&gt;, i came to your page the other day me and my friend, how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; you no me!?!? my name is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ithinkimfam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;useveryoneknowmeintheDEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;313&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; @ cs dot com.[random name i made up]&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; always top rated"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well nah you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; look familiar, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; bout to get on the bus ill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;holla&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;-speed walks away-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what happens when the whole fucking city is on the same site. like no one is fucking SAFE! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;df&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; being stalked by net whores. i mean damn, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why i need a fake address n shit. these hoes getting smart now! they'll track a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; down. use you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;IP&lt;/span&gt; ADDRESS to find out where yo house at and come molest you ass. fuck all that :( ion like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;hood rats&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random shit:&lt;br /&gt;* your still on my wallpaper, so when i open my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;phone&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;cierra&lt;/span&gt; goes "hey ___"&lt;br /&gt;* i need to by some boxers, i caught my brother &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt; me shit...&lt;br /&gt;*speaking of that, i caught a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; live in my house &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;rockin&lt;/span&gt; my boxers,&lt;br /&gt;my brother[who is 20] got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; spending the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt; n shit.&lt;br /&gt;* i need socks, caught em rocking that too.&lt;br /&gt;* if you tell someone, dude ill have to money tomorrow, is it smart to keep asking me will i have it today.[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;DF&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; the man.&lt;br /&gt;* yo that T.I. JOINT[ no. 2 on my play list ] EVERY TIME I PLAY IT I START GETTING HYPE. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;THAT'S&lt;/span&gt; MY SHIT.....&lt;br /&gt;* i miss you&lt;br /&gt;*i love you, will you say it back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-3631584411488120917?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3631584411488120917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=3631584411488120917' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3631584411488120917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3631584411488120917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/okay.html' title='okay.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-5591564275177199931</id><published>2008-08-24T03:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:39:28.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Name Clear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;y bodie's cold since your warmth left here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hard to hear anything else when yours voice not here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;tired to repaint with something but it all just smeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i watched it run the down the canvas,remind me of my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;when they decline down my cheeks on the floor they appear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;with all this fog built around me my sight disappears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;all i want is for everything to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;your name put right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hings feel awkward to highest degree I'm wanna come down from that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;my strength steady faze cause of the stability i lack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;my bone begin to crumbling i cant keep it in tact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;if i once was thrown off course ill follow til I'm right on track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;anything  else equals fiction my confessions are fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that i want my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;three words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; to come back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;[thats what i want..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/326392332636226045-5591564275177199931?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5591564275177199931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=5591564275177199931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/5591564275177199931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/5591564275177199931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-name-clear.html' title='Your Name Clear...'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-3037080113990627654</id><published>2008-08-23T23:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T00:15:17.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Say</title><content type='html'>Say you remember how good love can be baby&lt;br /&gt;Say you'll never lose your faith in me baby yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/T8186sesKo"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/T8186sesKo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/meganmullings/music/I1V5_6pA/kem_say/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; and robin been on repeat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; along with fellow other songs to express me lately. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a guy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not prefect i fuck it as well as everyone does. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mr&lt;/span&gt; " i do everything right. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; human, i do stupid things. i make stupid mistakes. i make dumb decisions. i no this. i see that. i wish i could be sometimes. and you no stupid shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; happen. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; make me regret dumb shit i did. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; make me be like "damn, how could i have done this differently". Those stupid regretful thoughts that play back like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;df&lt;/span&gt; was you thinking. that have you constantly in a state of mind where you confused, and frustrated to the point you wanna break shit. like man...are you serious. the point &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt; make is, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"i broke the lamp that you made for me, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; repairing it as we speak so it can be good as new"&lt;/span&gt;. this is a one of a kind lamp you brought in to my life and its only one in existence.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; mean to break it.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  if you get my drift&lt;/span&gt;. i never intentionally ever would do anything to break that bond. its self explanatory.  i cant act like i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care when i no  i  do.  if  i had to  jump of a cliff to get to you knowing id break every bone in my body, i probably would...as long as you take me to the hospital afterwards. please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; gotta pee very very bad.. like i been drinking mad mountain dew &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;baja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; blast&lt;/span&gt; at work. that shit is like crack... my leg was fucking with me today but i ignored it as much as i could cause i had to walk on it. it was nothing i could do. it hurt bad as hell today, like i was damn near biting my lip. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; surviving. you know. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;smh&lt;/span&gt; mom my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;bailed&lt;/span&gt; this fool outta jail. dumb ass i wish she would think sometimes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; tired of having to fight with this grown ass man..shit is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; update later, i gotta pee bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Cierra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; about you last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; mad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the last thing she said to me before  i hung up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;shes getting mad smart. i swear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-3037080113990627654?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3037080113990627654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=3037080113990627654' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3037080113990627654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3037080113990627654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/say.html' title='Say'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-1513161108192478494</id><published>2008-08-23T10:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:35:04.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>its early, and i got work soon....god waking up early is a pain....well for me cuz i hate waking up...im not a morning person...no where near.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ionno i really dont have anything to write right now so imma just talk to other ppl in my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jay:&lt;br /&gt;My nigga...i hope all is going well my nigga. keep me posted on whats the deal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dina:&lt;br /&gt;Hey Babe,Whats Up You And Mars stay in my comments, what you up too. i think your still up in the pool games :( fuck you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bre: wow df have you been, i would think everything would be all gravy with you. but i see your still having issues, but df who isnt having issues... i missed you tho its been like how many months? you still  with dude? you need to txt meh. keep me posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Know China Be Lurking, She Just Dont Comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I would make this long but i gotta go and shit.....&lt;br /&gt;fuck working..&lt;div 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title='tired'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-1292020191734122306</id><published>2008-08-23T02:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T02:13:08.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so yeah</title><content type='html'>so work was good.&lt;br /&gt;came home.&lt;br /&gt;chilled.&lt;br /&gt;kick'd it peeps.&lt;br /&gt;kick it with ash&lt;br /&gt;she wanna be apart of my life she say's&lt;br /&gt;tell me anything right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-1292020191734122306?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1292020191734122306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=1292020191734122306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1292020191734122306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1292020191734122306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/so-yeah.html' title='so yeah'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-3888298191622185076</id><published>2008-08-22T01:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T01:33:21.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Fake?</title><content type='html'>you start to understand when people are really fake and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; really real. like things will never go back to how they were when you seen people acting like this. like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; looking at shit, and you once talk mad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; about a person. now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;"?. and when you steady express to a person the truth and they are so stubborn to realize when there being manipulated. when you cant even keep it real and answer simple ass question. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES or NO&lt;/span&gt; how simpler do it get. like its a big ass fucking headache when people are difficult. and childish at that. you can talk to other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; about the problem instead of coming to the person who the problem is with. does that make any sense? listening to people who barely know whats going on there damn self. but you take there word for it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; makes since? like you've never had a problem before and one thing can fuck up all that? means you never &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; into it like you said you were. you never felt the way you said you did. you fake you not real. you foul your phony. you like fake Nike's and Jordan's being sold at the flea market fake. like seriously. i did my part to let you know whats true and whats false. and if you cant believe the person you claim to feel these ways for then why even lie to me in the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;if i being up how you lied to me then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt; flip the switch but its only true right? you did. and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; go all the way you acted. your selfish, your stubborn and inconsiderate. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not fair. to me i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think. i never had a fair chance to stay my peace &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; lying. but hey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; just say either your going to come around and talk to me if you actually give a fuck or you not. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; stop trying to see where yo head at...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other news &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;surgery&lt;/span&gt; on my leg, like i was numb but i watched the whole thing... like my legs been really fucked up i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; really told anyone so your getting an exclusive peek in my life..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; tired of being sick n shit its not helping me be happy. i gotta enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;bs&lt;/span&gt; to think about already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; you hate when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; talk shit behind the scene and cant tell you straight up? like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;for real&lt;/span&gt;? your a coward. like dude be serious. a dude who will run to females about problems with another dude is soft...you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; live that far from me come see me bro. be a man. your 20? like come on like your real childish yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway women as slow i just noticed how slow some of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;y'all&lt;/span&gt; really are... simple things tho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt;. how many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; times are u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; ask me my name? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Twan&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;df&lt;/span&gt;. slut. the damn nurse at the hospital asked me that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; being rushed off my blogg...grrr...peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-3888298191622185076?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3888298191622185076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=3888298191622185076' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3888298191622185076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3888298191622185076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/real-fake.html' title='Real Fake?'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-2205801057331241704</id><published>2008-08-20T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T22:58:19.557-04:00</updated><title type='text'>bad to good day.</title><content type='html'>well i had to get sugery....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-2205801057331241704?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2205801057331241704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=2205801057331241704' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2205801057331241704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2205801057331241704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-to-good-day.html' title='bad to good day.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-2226171763504855185</id><published>2008-08-19T16:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:25:58.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aye+</title><content type='html'>yo i got a new job yo.&lt;br /&gt;thats wassup. i start next week.&lt;br /&gt;bout fuckin time..... so ill finally be on this bitch less n less...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smh  thats all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-2226171763504855185?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2226171763504855185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=2226171763504855185' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2226171763504855185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2226171763504855185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/aye.html' title='aye+'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-6620679852860331572</id><published>2008-08-19T07:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T07:03:15.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>my life is getting better as we no it. yo man. this shit is crazy whats been happening lately but i just got the best news. man......yo.....moneys gonna be rolling in. seee thats for ppl who thought a nigga wouldnt be shit..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-6620679852860331572?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6620679852860331572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=6620679852860331572' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/6620679852860331572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/6620679852860331572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-7251116760783943402</id><published>2008-08-17T03:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T03:59:21.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>aye, lemme ask you a question?</title><content type='html'>am i blowed or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-7251116760783943402?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7251116760783943402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=7251116760783943402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7251116760783943402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7251116760783943402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/aye-lemme-ask-you-question.html' title='aye, lemme ask you a question?'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-1203140515398086033</id><published>2008-08-16T17:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T17:06:16.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yo</title><content type='html'>i read that blog.&lt;br /&gt;and thats retard that you think that way. if i said something i mean it. i mean you had a right to be mad but in the end your stubborn and you wont listen to me period. like i was wrong for being mad at what i saw in your email. but i let it go...i mean its alot of things that can be let go. ive talked to you. i have to you start up. was the deal. and im being played now. you posting niggas now. and all that shit. like iight if you don't wanna kick it fine....whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ain't gon lie n say i ain't hurt. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you for real. you no that. so..ionno you'll have to think about it. i did my part..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-1203140515398086033?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1203140515398086033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=1203140515398086033' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1203140515398086033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1203140515398086033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/yo.html' title='yo'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-5016967074221334231</id><published>2008-08-13T22:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:50:06.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>um, did that just happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;for real&lt;/span&gt; or am i dreaming. has everything i had planned out just shatter or is it just a hiatus?  real talk &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; shocked, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;surprised&lt;/span&gt; really. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even no what to start and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going to make this took long of a entry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; keep it as short as possible hopefully. like that was the last thing i really expected as oh now. i have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of shit running through my head its crazy. i held in my tears and tried to talk like nothing was wrong when you can read right through me. they fell on to my shirt constantly. but i wanted to be regular. it hurts? hell yes it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you no what always happens to me? is when its around the mark of the day everything officially happened. the day after it crumbles. i no everything deeper than it really is and i no its more to it then just me. but fuck, i got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;emo's&lt;/span&gt; too. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; just express it. like i said id never let this go. forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what i still want. id be majority struck if you moved onward. i think that would be unfair. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think i really had my fair chance yet. i no i deserve more with this.  i no its also my fault. maybe if my situation was better then it could of been a diff way to solve things. you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still not done. i guess this might be more longer than i thought. my whole being will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; be somewhere with you. and i hope things get better and your situation gets better too. you know?&lt;br /&gt;the one thing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; good about is that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; happen in a very negative way. that it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; on bad term type things. you know? but no matter what. if its not now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; come for you. no matter what. cause you cant say i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; deserve you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Twan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-5016967074221334231?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5016967074221334231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=5016967074221334231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/5016967074221334231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/5016967074221334231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/um-did-that-just-happen.html' title='um, did that just happen?'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-3464074025702993065</id><published>2008-08-05T16:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T16:48:04.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Midday Part One.</title><content type='html'>so yo.&lt;br /&gt;like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ive&lt;/span&gt; been up and down this whole week. its crazy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ion no&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wtf&lt;/span&gt; is going on but it needs to be fixed asap. ahem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;whelp&lt;/span&gt; i worked this weekend it was cool for the most part tho. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; i had to go in at 3 so i was like fuck it. it was a cool ass time. chilled wit my co workers. this chick that quit and cussed the manager out came back begging for a job. i thought that was funny as hell.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cracking&lt;/span&gt; jokes on everyone as i usually do. my check was pretty cool. thought it would be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; more but hey. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; getting something you know? anyway. so the lady i been working with cut me a check too so that was smooth too. i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; go up to the bank and just open my account myself. i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; wait but i cant wait no more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;smh&lt;/span&gt;. i been procrastinating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aye so have you ever won anything? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;whelp&lt;/span&gt; i have! for the first time! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at my job they had this scratch off cards n shit and u win a 100 debit card. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; i scratched i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lost &lt;/span&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like blah whatever. so then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; it again n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;was l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;ike&lt;/span&gt; blah.I'm always losing and i just put it in my pocket blah!. so later &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; just bored&amp;amp; i pulled it out to throw it away and i &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;WONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i was like word.  but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU KNOW HOW HATERS IS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ike blah how you win? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; not fair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;aw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt; bullshit&lt;/span&gt;. fuck you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; hate tho. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like damn this is going better than i thought it would go.&lt;br /&gt; Sunday was just regular. my leg healed up n everything so it was smooth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; too much happen that day. BUT YESTERDAY YO.... everything went down hill. and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even no where to start.&lt;br /&gt;i got my haircut tho. ion even like that! this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; fucked up my mustache. i look young as fuck... never again will that happened. got me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;pringles&lt;/span&gt; man. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;smh&lt;/span&gt;. so i get home and my mom been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;calling&lt;/span&gt; n &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;calling&lt;/span&gt; me to speak to him. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like yo, ya moms &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;calling&lt;/span&gt; you man call her back. he like "so? i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; care fuck her". and i mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; my brother. but you taking it to far &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; being disrespectful. like dude. your 20. your jobless. you brainless cause obviously your not trying go to school. or get a job. he stuck in kid mode. i mean i eventually gonna fully grow outta that shit. but damn at 20? i not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; even been thinking of the same shit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; thinking now...maybe only vagina. so i snapped on his ass.  so to avoid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;fighting&lt;/span&gt; em i went to sleep for like a hour n a half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up. i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;fone&lt;/span&gt;  calls but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;answering&lt;/span&gt;. then i got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;vmail&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;saying&lt;/span&gt; one of my friends got killed. another one tho...like this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;hasn't&lt;/span&gt; hit me yet....but i know it will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;acting&lt;/span&gt; like it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; actually happen. and in my mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like this is true. so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt; you no release whats on my mind, but the person i go to for that acting weird too...  so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; back where i was from the beginning. by my self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shits crazy now. but hey....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; stop living. but all this stress got my nerves bad. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; noticing my fingers &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; steady they be shaking a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt;. blah whatever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-3464074025702993065?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3464074025702993065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=3464074025702993065' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3464074025702993065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3464074025702993065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/midday-1.html' title='Midday Part One.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-8908134824592931393</id><published>2008-08-01T22:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:33:13.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nite Time Part 3.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC03884.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/DSC03884.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; sister so much man. shes the only thing that keeps me sane. other that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;biglilboo&lt;/span&gt;. i haven't seen her in like a month and shes so damn big man. like seriously. i was at my dad's door waiting for them to get home and they pulled up. i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;snuck&lt;/span&gt; up to the side where she was sleep and opened the door. she did a double take like "....hi bro.......WHAT?!... BRO? where you come from!" I'm like i missed you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; she likes me the most. its always like that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; I'm cool. i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt; hold a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; with pops and shes like "bro.....bro.....broooooooo......sigh...BRO!.....ANNNNNTWANNNNNN"&lt;br /&gt;I'm like "oh huh". man i love her. me and her pushed her mom in the closet and locked her in there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the longest Ive been wanting a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;XBOX&lt;/span&gt;360! and finally someone has a deal for 150$. so I'm pondering if i should buy it or not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt; the money i just got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; open a account and put my money in there OR i can wait til my next check and do it and get the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;xbox&lt;/span&gt; now. what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;chu&lt;/span&gt; think? i need to decide. i really want one :(.  i play &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;GTAIV&lt;/span&gt; only like 3 times. its awesome. i want one BAD. id get one before id get me more drawers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;grr&lt;/span&gt; i need to quit saying blah....Krystal is rubbing off on me. i told her the first time i ever talked to her i thought she'd have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt; sweet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; voice. but once she started talking i was like wow  " she has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; thug in her". I'm like she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt; be cursing me out in the near future... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so one of my READERS talked about me talking about my favorite planet. so i thought about it. and ill like the M.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;OOON&lt;/span&gt;.  like even tho it isn't a planet but i wanna jump &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; and float n shit like the moon is a like a living bounce house. i saw this picture of a hotel that they were gonna make on the moon. fuck that i want a house on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Moon&lt;/span&gt;. that would be AWESOME. i wish i could buy the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Moon&lt;/span&gt;. and be able to go there whenever i like. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;worry&lt;/span&gt; about life down here. like that would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt; to me. ill still need cable tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought about if i had kids today, and i think in about 2 yrs it could happen. like having a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; mini me would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt;. i think id be stable enough to have one. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;ion no&lt;/span&gt; i seen this super cute baby today and she was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt; pretty and good and she liked me. she kept coming to the cash register staring at me.  i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; stop smiling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like damn shes gonna be beautiful when shes older... it i was like wow i want mine to be just like that. smart, beautiful and healthy ya no?  and if i had one i already no my "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;FUTUREbabymomma&lt;/span&gt;" is beautiful, so no worries right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my favorite song i play everyday is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; west "i wonder"&lt;br /&gt;listening to it helps me thinking and i like hearing it when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; writing blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You say he get on your fucking nerves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You hope that he get what he deserves, word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Do you even remember &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what the issue is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You just trying to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; find where the tissue is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; You can still be who you wish you is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; It ain't happen yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; And that's what the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intuition is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; When you hop back in the car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Drive back to the crib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Run back to their arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The smokescreens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; The chokes and the screams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; You ever wonder what it all really mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;yo, like this verse makes me start &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;rocking&lt;/span&gt; harder like damn... my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;spittin&lt;/span&gt; yo. i like hearing it live too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;whelp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; end this blog like i leave the others.... and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;umm&lt;/span&gt;... no crazy words &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; call you today.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FAG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And I'm back on my grind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; A psychic read my lifeline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Told me in my lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; My name would help light up the Chicago skyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; And that's what I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Seven o'clock, that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;prime time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Heaven'll&lt;/span&gt; watch, God calling from the hot lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Why he keep giving me hot lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I'm a star, how could I not shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; How many ladies in the house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; How many ladies in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; without a spouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Something in your blouse got me feeling so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aroused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; What you about?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/326392332636226045-8908134824592931393?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8908134824592931393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=8908134824592931393' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8908134824592931393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8908134824592931393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/08/nite-time-part-3.html' title='Nite Time Part 3.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-7419383320257686322</id><published>2008-07-31T23:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T00:55:23.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nite Time Part Two.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;fuck all you . I'm mad i cant find my camera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i wanted to put a photo up but i cant. sucks! anyway. i was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; record a blog today, but i realized...that i didn't sound as hot as i thought i did. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;shid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, i was being just as goofy as i am in my blog. i couldn't sleep last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i was up pondering what I'm going to call you today in my blog. i called you a bitch yesterday so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; go with...Whore. your a whore. and a ugly one. that's why you whore yourself for free. i saw your ad in the newspaper saying " I'm a transsexual, i whore for free". your a anal whore. if that's even something mean. ANAL WHORE!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay. so i when over my moms pastor's house to help her set up her BLOG SPOT. crazy that shes paying me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fifteen bucks a hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just to do it. insane to me. like its super easy, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; explain it to someone is harder than i thought I'm like damn! i just repeated myself like a gillion times. but i love working with her. shes fun and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;kool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. so she wants to do podcast and things of that nature, so i got her the recording software and she did her first one today. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; rapper and i was amazed like...she free styled a whole scripture i was like whoa, i have to give her a hand clap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah so anyway ever had double cheeseburgers with bacon? its good......when its hot.... :(&lt;br /&gt;mind got cold and it was hard to shallow, i almost died. were any of you gonna miss me? i was just on Adina's blog right. and i remember she used to look like a nerd, now she got like cool looking eyes and a nose ring...i think sex is the root of all evil :(. -rubs you back- your a bad girl now!woo!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[UPDATED!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did the most weirdest thing in my life...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;smh&lt;/span&gt; so this female i no i ask her what sites do she be on. she replies " my space, crush spot, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;downelink&lt;/span&gt;". so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;hm&lt;/span&gt; i never heard of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;downelink&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; check it out. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;HM&lt;/span&gt; i wonder if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt; from cs and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;my space&lt;/span&gt; are on here. so i get on and while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; making the account it gets to orientation so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; looking for straight and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; see nothing...so i see "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;downe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking..okay maybe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; there version of "straight". so i make the page uploaded a photo and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/span&gt; so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like okay!. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; good to go. so i started searching for friends and shit and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not seeing anyone that looks familiar....so i started noticing everyone thing said..."bisexual....lesbian....gay.....tranny.......ahem ...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[HOLD UP]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANNY??!!!!!!@$!!#$&lt;br /&gt;CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK TYPE TYPE TYPE!!&lt;br /&gt;"you account is being deleted give us five minutes"&lt;br /&gt;bitch five minutes my ass, ASAP!!!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i got off the computer after that :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like Ive been sick off and one..its real kinda depressing but I'm getting over it. talking about it is making it better but ion like saying anything about it. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stop being so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;wishie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;washie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and just be like fucking it and go back to being super blunt. but its hard cause i actually care about peoples feelings. if i was heartless,....i wonder if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would still like me. ha. to bad &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not. deal with it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-7419383320257686322?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7419383320257686322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=7419383320257686322' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7419383320257686322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7419383320257686322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/nite-time-part-two.html' title='Nite Time Part Two.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-8857985478821478817</id><published>2008-07-31T00:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:44:08.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nite Time Withdrawl</title><content type='html'>ever wonder it is was nite time all day for one day? i thought that just as i typed it cuz i didn't have nothing else to type. but have you? that would be cool to me. i can be a freak all day(nite). i can rob people at 4pm. and do the nasty all day(nite). would that be cool? we could party all day.&lt;br /&gt;i could chill all day. but at my job it'll probably be a frenzy. damn you TACO BELL!. I'm on the phone with her. and shes goofy. i shouldn't tell her things. shes nosy and laughs at everything. what a loser right? and so is her friend. she said taco has green meat. blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored.&lt;br /&gt;so ever had the fruitisa freeze drink at taco bell? is it guy for a dude to have strawberry topping on there slush? lol dudes be like "DON'T GIVE ME NO FUCKING STRAWBERRIES!". NIGGER, if you think that's gay. then your gay. fucking fag. anyway. i drink me either. i like strawberries. blah this girl talks so much shit...damn you  [tapes you mouth].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it okay for girls to like girls. do you like em? are you a girl? are you a girl who looks like a man.&lt;br /&gt;bitch don't answer that. yeah i called YOU a bitch. bitch. you a bitch. dumb bitch. your ugly. and your life is irrelevant. were you a mistake. daddy should of nutted on mommy stomach  9 months ago huh. damn him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol I'm bored i like talking to my readers. you guys are cool. so like i rap. and i wanna know what you think. the mix tape is coming soon but im procrastinating. i need to stop and need to stop releasing my tracks but i been wanting to know asap when something is good or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she is talking about her friend hair, LEAVE HER THE FUCK ALONE. fucking loser.&lt;br /&gt;they live in the same house calling themselves "roomies". commenting each other on my space right behind each other. isn't that gay?. loser,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lajai is a fool. she need help asap. blah. I'm hungry. feed me please...&lt;br /&gt;ever wanted to fly. i do.....be high and fly....smh.. ill probably hit a plane. i cant wait til i get my check. i need my credit card. aye my girls gotta big...HUGE booty. and i love it. mmmmm i wanna poke her . again...and again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever this is the random night time blog. nothing serious going on.&lt;br /&gt;smh she just whispered my name..mmmmm lets do it boo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye. read my blog comment me now. one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-8857985478821478817?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8857985478821478817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=8857985478821478817' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8857985478821478817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8857985478821478817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/nite-time-withdrawl.html' title='Nite Time Withdrawl'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-7420128553707560019</id><published>2008-07-30T16:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:59:12.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout?</title><content type='html'>I guess you can call it that. I'm not good at layout types of shit. i need to be more creative. i am but I'm lazy. i get real irritated and don't wanna fuck with it anymore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; get more blogger buddies then jay one day watch. fuck you and your "popular blog". you be typing gibberish anyway. "blah blah blah I'm tall and i stay up past1am". well fuck you. blah anyway. i really didn't have anything to type. i just been sitting here. my job needed me to come in, but i didn't have a way there. i wanna work too. man i got a fucking raise too? i don't remember if i told my blog that but i do. that's was sup right?. money money money. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; go buy a monkey. i think someone would have a fit if i did something like that. whelp , anyway. I'm black. did you know that. like African American. yeah, cool right. what are you? are you mixed. nah your ugly. who gives a shit. this is my blog and its about me don't tell me nothing about you til i get to your blog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I'm just being dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was going to the bus, to go home last Saturday, and my father pulled up with some lady who cant drive a car, even if it was remote controlled. he told me if i past this exam he'll give/help me fix up my car.  about a year ago i got in a accident and since i haven't been driving, partly because i didn't have the money my self to pay for everything. when i got it fixed someone took my speakers and my twitters. and it wasn't driving right so ill have to go and get everything taken care of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt kinda dumb about asking you about credit card information. but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;you'll&lt;/span&gt; never know unless you ask. so when i get my check ill go get one. thank you for being a big help in the success of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Twan&lt;/span&gt;. without you there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Twan&lt;/span&gt;. duh. and not you reader. oh speaking of the reader, i probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; like you. the first reason is your probably being nosy. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; no one tell you to come read my shit did they? of and the second is that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; leave a fucking comment. fuck you if your not commenting. bitch. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; read my shit and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; say nothing. because if you come to me telling me shit you read. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; laugh and hang up/ stop talking to you in whatever other way i was speaking to you at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help i wonder...if you know...what it means...&lt;br /&gt;i been listening to my blog spot play list all day. cool huh. i don't know i think i need something else to do throughout my week. sometimes its boring other times it isn't. well this blog was just pose to be about the layout changing and I'm here ranting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some like i had this dream, that i was fucking this girl and if your reading you might know....&lt;br /&gt;and she was giving me head right...so we started fucking and i whipped out my huge.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loll psyche. i just wanted to type something to deceive you.&lt;br /&gt;peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-7420128553707560019?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7420128553707560019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=7420128553707560019' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7420128553707560019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7420128553707560019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-layout.html' title='New Layout?'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-1828662437355858807</id><published>2008-07-30T13:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T14:46:18.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>whateverthattitleisidontknow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yea yea world. man ion no whats the deal. i just another human on this gay planet. with worries like everyone else. and your now going to listen to em. ha. see how i have control over you? i don't think you'd like it if someone could control you.  if you didn't have any type of privacy.NONE. always being watched. that's the worst thing about this dumb ass planet. its all about power.look okay check, i watched this movie. not sure if y'all watched it. but its called&lt;br /&gt;Zeitgeist. its tell you about all these theories and how your being manipulated into doing things that your choosing to do yourself. the government makes events happen, so that they can make you decide to do another thing in there plan to make this world a one government world. the things are pretty much self explanatory. so you don't have to believe it, but id recommend that you'd at least watch it. its free on the net, just Google it if you haven't already seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah so anyway that movie had me on some other shit. fuck this world. people are dumb, and every ones been lured in. but hey, if it was something i could do to change the world. id do it. lol&lt;br /&gt;HM, ever heard of Asher ROTH?  he's a cool rapping white boy. check em out on my space.&lt;br /&gt;"Ash Roth In the Building Tonite, Oh what A Feeling , I'm Feeling Nice. You Don't Even Gotta bring your Boyfriend Out, We can Turn The Lights Out And Play Who's In YOUR MOUTH!"&lt;br /&gt;yo....doesn't that sound like a fun game? you in all your boys in a room. with one chick. lol she gotta guess who's in her jaws? lol she be like "um.....is it......James?". -slap- "nah bitch try again!." lol play it like musical chairs. put different dicks in her mouth til the music go off. lmao. I'm being hella random today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like super random.Jay Adams is gay yo. im ready to do the tracks fag.  his girlfriend pussy took a hiatus so he been down ever since. if my chick ever told me she wanted to fuck, and i bout to go over there and she fell asleep,  she bet not let me have keys to her crib... imma fuck her in her sleep. she gon wake up thing she being raped. "nah its just me baby".lol man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye man i hate how people act now  days. jealous, of your own seeds? and you want them to do things for you? I've been hearing stories about this everyday and it is just sad how your own flesh can do you like that. and use you and lie to you. you gonna have your damn kids...little kids at that HOMELESS. that's nothing right about that. and i could never forgive someone who doesn't give a fuck about me. like if my peeps did me like that. i wouldn't claim those fucks. but your not suppose to treat others how they treat you? then why u wanna do ppl fucked up. man anyway..&lt;br /&gt;its gon be harder for you. not you bitch, this person knows who I'm talking to. and I'm going to be there to help you out in every way possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is personal shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;[id only advise women to be looking unless you really wanna know. fag.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man I'm horny 100% .....okay 90% of the time.  and i cant help it. i just be wanting some pussy all the time. i don't express it but i do. smh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo so...blogging is getting boring. my sister is annoying me.&lt;br /&gt;and i miss someone yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blogs later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-1828662437355858807?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1828662437355858807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=1828662437355858807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1828662437355858807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1828662437355858807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/whateverthattitleisidontknow.html' title='whateverthattitleisidontknow'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-2597111314762026706</id><published>2008-07-23T00:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:40:22.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>mmmmmm..</title><content type='html'>the way the sex is with you ionno what to call it&lt;br /&gt;im very forward i hog it, call me twan the sexaholic&lt;br /&gt;let me get to the point i have a confession&lt;br /&gt;i love it when your feeling me up in your midsection&lt;br /&gt;it start off with a soft kiss to ya lips,&lt;br /&gt;it replays all the times you said " you cant handle this"&lt;br /&gt;i dis attach all your clothing while you doing mine&lt;br /&gt;they way i bout to sex you is like well both be losted in time&lt;br /&gt;i toss you on to the bed, suck on ya neck, some on ya chest&lt;br /&gt;nah baby im not done yet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to my favorite location&lt;br /&gt;but baby its something i gotta do before the penetration&lt;br /&gt;i lick my lips and start to spread your lips opposite directions&lt;br /&gt;they why you moaning itself is causing my erection&lt;br /&gt;you look excited i am too i love doing this&lt;br /&gt;so i stop playing games , gets to sucking on the clitoris&lt;br /&gt;im suck you up like its nothing else in my slushie&lt;br /&gt;they i do wouldn't be surprised if u said don't hurt me&lt;br /&gt;i start the motor on my tongue and its light speed&lt;br /&gt;i feeling you get wetter thats better than it felt in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you get rowdy i gave you my dick and you start smiling&lt;br /&gt;you get a grip on the tip and i start holing&lt;br /&gt;my hands behind your head tryna speed you up&lt;br /&gt;i start loving your face like you didn't give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;but you never hesitated but neither was you patient&lt;br /&gt;you made sure i came in your mouth and was back for sensation&lt;br /&gt;i push on to the bed, give you head spreading ya legs&lt;br /&gt;you start to scream my name..........&lt;br /&gt;i slid all your entry way&lt;br /&gt;they way i sex you was like i never came today&lt;br /&gt;i like the dirty words out ya mouth&lt;br /&gt;i flipped you over letting you ride it now&lt;br /&gt;its sweat and steam like we in a shower scene&lt;br /&gt;i feel you cream i do to then ..........we start over again..&lt;br /&gt;to be continued.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-2597111314762026706?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2597111314762026706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=2597111314762026706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2597111314762026706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2597111314762026706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/mmmmmm.html' title='mmmmmm..'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-8420073030082511168</id><published>2008-07-22T23:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T23:32:18.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently in the chronicles...</title><content type='html'>whats going on.&lt;br /&gt;nada much this way just been chilling. been sick alot getting over it. ive been tried of being sick man. that shit is irritating. like, df. who was to be sitting in the crib for weeks not doing shit cause you've been sick. but its been keeping me out of shit thats been going on around me. my boo has been keeping me company this whole time. Ayo, thats my baby for real. lol like yall dont understand. she had been keeping me sane when i wanna go insane. even when she makes me wanna go insane and vice versa. and its weird, but im diggin it. lol this nigga jay was like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jay. (7/19/2008 12:09:49 AM): Put me on.&lt;br /&gt;BreathEAZY - (7/19/2008 12:10:21 AM): thats the same chick bro&lt;br /&gt;jay. (7/19/2008 12:10:29 AM): You're still with her?!&lt;br /&gt;jay. (7/19/2008 12:10:31 AM): -daps.&lt;br /&gt;jay. (7/19/2008 12:10:32 AM): My nigga.&lt;br /&gt;jay. (7/19/2008 12:10:34 AM): You're a great man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;word tho. i think im doing good.&lt;br /&gt;yo i got a raise and didn't even no it. i looked at my check like " yo another buck 20??" incredible right? i worked three days this week. something is better than nothing right? im making double what i used to be making. blah. i need to hurry up and get this damn credit card. so i can max it the fuck out...smh..i being patient til i can be able to pay it for real for real. i can now. but since i been sick i haven't been working steady. tryna get well first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been talking nasty to her lately. lol. like super nasty. and i love it. she makes me wanna do stuff i wouldn't do to anyone ever. she can have all of my big hang pang slang man. for real. we were sex'n in my dream the other night and i was giving her that "cantstop,wontstop". i was eating her vagina like i was going to jail for life. she let me empty the soldiers in.... nvm&lt;br /&gt;tmi twan...&lt;br /&gt;anyway she told me her story....and wow..i almost came instantly. smh at how im typing. my big old freaky ass. but anyway. imma get back to typing to her on y!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.. take my pics boo..&lt;br /&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/326392332636226045-8420073030082511168?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8420073030082511168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=8420073030082511168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8420073030082511168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8420073030082511168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/recently-in-chronicles.html' title='Recently in the chronicles...'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-5666194338509006148</id><published>2008-07-15T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:57:10.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yo</title><content type='html'>next subject.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-5666194338509006148?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5666194338509006148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=5666194338509006148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/5666194338509006148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/5666194338509006148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/yo.html' title='yo'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-5003102745389701727</id><published>2008-07-15T19:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T19:56:09.712-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;smh im kinda shocked.&lt;br /&gt;forreal.&lt;br /&gt;lying to me over petty ish.&lt;br /&gt;and you cool with lying to me is the killin part.&lt;br /&gt;but aye if u feel that at the end of the day lying&lt;br /&gt;was the best why to go about it they whatever.&lt;br /&gt; i just thought u was who u said u was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;REAL&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/326392332636226045-5003102745389701727?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5003102745389701727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=5003102745389701727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/5003102745389701727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/5003102745389701727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/smh-im-kinda-shocked.html' title=''/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-1894595126509953977</id><published>2008-07-14T05:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T05:14:59.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>smh at how things became..&lt;br /&gt;and its not me who made it like this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-1894595126509953977?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1894595126509953977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=1894595126509953977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1894595126509953977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1894595126509953977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/smh-at-how-things-became.html' title=''/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-7599889925225981954</id><published>2008-07-06T13:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T13:57:16.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>31208</title><content type='html'>man im so super tired man. yesterday i got up at 10 and chilled before i got dressed at eleven. i got dropped off at the bus stop on 7mile to go all the way on the eastside, which from there is a hour drive.[well when your on the bus]. i didnt have to be there until 2 but i got off the bus at eastland mall at 12 49. took me fifteen minutes to walk to work. and i was thinking about everything i typed last night. thinking about how i didnt get to say what i wanted to say, and how does she feel. i made it to work at 1:05.&lt;br /&gt; they was surpised i actually got to work earlier. it was a real mellow day like super slow. we wasall really just playing and thats about it. it was super boring like forreal forreal. 5 customers a hour. so&lt;br /&gt;we was fucking with this nigga name james who complains like a lil bitch. lol he like 25 asking questions i knew since i was 12. he asked " if you got your girl pregnant and she dont get sick, can u get her symptoms?. yes dumbass you can..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was like 7:53 and i got off. i walked to the gas station to get something to drink and walked back to eastland when i got the txts where we start talkin about yesterday. i gotto the bus and almost missed it so i ran. got to the bus headed to the back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking out the window i started thinking...and i noticed i was sleepy as hell. next thing i know the bus driver is yelling "young man! you gettin off at the end of this stop?...YOUNG MAN!"&lt;br /&gt;im like "yes yes...yea i am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel bad, its my fault and she right. but ionno if she was having a mood swing or if she was really mad because she really went off on me. and it was nothing i could say...i just was silent like wow.&lt;br /&gt;i just want to  have a conversation where we can just talk and i know everything would be good. because she no i understand her and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love' er.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i woke up this morning...feelin sick as hell. super sick...&lt;br /&gt;im okay ... imma find something to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-7599889925225981954?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7599889925225981954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=7599889925225981954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7599889925225981954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7599889925225981954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/31208.html' title='31208'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-1693647791703794397</id><published>2008-07-05T03:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T04:19:19.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>well..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;its 3:30Am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im On The Phone With Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shes Doesnt Know That Im Shaking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nor That Fact That I Got Real Cold..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Havent Noticed That I Dropped My Phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And My headphones..And Stumbled...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fumbling my words...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;she just knows that im silent...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;trying to act normal but i cant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reason is this is the worst feeling i ever had in my life. like i never felt like this.&lt;br /&gt;she just asked me was i still typing...yes i am. i want her to know that i feel terrible.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like i owe her something...i feel like i cant change anything.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like no matter what i do, in the end imma lose.&lt;br /&gt;i got shit here that im dealing with and vice versa on her end. so i no in alot of ways she feels how i do. but she stresses more than i do. she got more to worry about that i do. she has responbilities to take care, and in my case i dont even no the half of how that feels.. i dont want her to feel like she alone and shit. i dont want to both be stressed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;streets on fire is on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway...im crying in the inside. and i never felt like that. wait, damn.. i just dropped a tear...&lt;br /&gt;i didnt wanna do that.. i dont want any signs that im hurt. i want shit to be better. i wish i could help you. i wish i could help you ease the ways you feel, i do. but in reality i no as of now i cant.&lt;br /&gt;and i wish all could stop here. just be me&amp;amp; you. thats what i want. cuz you tell me this and this is one thing i cant denie, it'll never be another you.  its my fault  and im sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like, i want things to be better, no stress on your end or mine. no need for you to be jealous.&lt;br /&gt;like, i knew once you wish you was getting the attention you want....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay im talking shhh... i really don't no what to say cuz i feel so bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 3:41am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dropped another one...&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could of made you something to eat...and you wouldn't of had to get up&lt;br /&gt;sigh. i apologize for stressing you. and making things worse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i cant walk away cuz i no how i feel...&lt;br /&gt;but if thats what you want then i cant fight you...&lt;br /&gt;i cant be selfish... but i want to be....&lt;br /&gt;like this is such a big deal to me...&lt;br /&gt;im like in love in shit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate that you feel weird about stuff..&lt;br /&gt;ionno what to do..sigh..&lt;br /&gt;i feel so bad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like imma die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-1693647791703794397?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-1326563693803503649</id><published>2008-07-04T12:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:50:07.734-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Used To Rule The World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;now im the morning i sleep alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...sweep the streets that i used to own..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;well then,&lt;br /&gt;its been a long week.its the 4th now time to eat eat and watching sparkley shit fly and explode in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm hungry now so i wanna get my eat on soon. its been fucking fireworks going off all fucking week around here. i stood on my roof with my fucked up leg and if certain ppl [cough] find out i did that with my fucked up leg they'll have a fit[even tho i just told on my self].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the good old days, when u could be bad and run around and spray ppl with the water hose and they get mad and chase you. or when i used to play prank on ppl. or when u didn't have to spend your own money and you could just spend it on whatever u wanted to. when playing with toys was cool. when the super Nintendo was the best system ever. when street fighter and mortal kombat was the SHIZZIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but its long gone and its time to be a man. but its cool to reflect on shit that you liked to do when you was a kid. but growing up was something i thought was gon be forever and i remember when i couldnt want to be grown. and get out my mom house. and no one could tell me what to do. lol not knowing it was easier said then done. so naive young antwan was. but i got ppl who got my back thats gon make sure i get where i need to get, And even though im stubborn lol they stick by me and thats cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!! and if you havent noticed my unofficial mixtape is over so check it out[everyone]. i no i no, it has tracks thats not going on my real mixtape but some are so if u a true friend you no, let me know how you feel. is it YAH or NAH?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like im not senstive enough sometimes.so now i try to watch what i say because i dont want to hear anyones feelings. and i dont want anyone thinking im attacking them. like i feel bad because its not intentional. its just twan being twan. i also think i do it to hide my own sensitivity. well i know i do. and alot of stuff kinda hit me easy but i dont show it. but i know that.  and i feel like sometimes i cant express myself without someone taking it outta context and it really be simple so its easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i gotta finish later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just know how i feel..&lt;br /&gt;and think on it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-1326563693803503649?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1326563693803503649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=1326563693803503649' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1326563693803503649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1326563693803503649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-used-to-rule-world.html' title='I Used To Rule The World...'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-6667488701005338515</id><published>2008-06-25T15:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:25:25.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Newness</title><content type='html'>thats all i feel when i think bout you tho.  wow i feeel so different so like damn no one else matters when it comes to me n you. im not prefect nor are you. and we discusss things like this but in the end we always come to the same comclusion. that its me and you, til the worlds is thru. and thats why im still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well guys ive beeen long gone for so long.&lt;br /&gt;so lets see.&lt;br /&gt;- i got hired at a new job&lt;br /&gt;- my dads crib burnt down&lt;br /&gt;- he lives in a apartment where i sleep on the couch&lt;br /&gt;- um im still handsome ( but my heads bald lookin right now)&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;ol&lt;br /&gt;- i got a hole in my leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got bite and it got infected... so its 2 big holes in my thigh and i gota let em heal before i do anything ;(.&lt;br /&gt;crazy huh. well i knew yalll missed me. if u didnt then....u didnt.&lt;br /&gt;imma try to update more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i love her, and i never leave her lonely]&lt;div 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title='Newness'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-3140965899536776927</id><published>2008-06-17T20:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T20:56:01.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks...</title><content type='html'>i havent felt this bad since i got in that near death car accident...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-3140965899536776927?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3140965899536776927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=3140965899536776927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3140965899536776927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3140965899536776927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/thanks.html' title='thanks...'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-6228502621348169001</id><published>2008-06-17T08:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T09:04:02.418-04:00</updated><title type='text'>here i go</title><content type='html'>well well well, look who it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its me tho, wow right. whats the with ppl tho. lets start with that. i mean, keep it real. like alot of shit has happned  that got me llike damn who is really here to actually fuck with me. schools out and im just tryna enjoy my shit but ppl steadly bringin up new topics everyday that have nothing to do with them. like i try to be nice and ya know let the shit float on by but damn, now u bringin old shit back up. nigga keep it pushing. and then i dont no how many times i told the world jealousy a weak emotion. and niggas are having it worst and worst. i mean keep that weak shit to yo self.&lt;br /&gt;me and pops are really on best of terms so everytime im around him we always gettin into the same convos and him and his baby momma double teaming tryna make me feel guilty and shit. but i dont. i really, dont have any emotions at this point. like shit dont reallly faze me. like im through lettin shit get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; we beeen getttin our shit together and thats whats up, arguiing and fighting is pointless, and feeling doubtful isnt kool either. i want shit to be straight. no drama no nothing.  just real life shit. stuff that really matter. not stupid shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its eaarly as hell. ill blog forreal later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-6228502621348169001?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6228502621348169001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=6228502621348169001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/6228502621348169001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/6228502621348169001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-i-go.html' title='here i go'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-7118389759599642232</id><published>2008-05-07T21:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T21:34:34.294-04:00</updated><title type='text'>check</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;man what is it with you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ive heard your hard to read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ive heard your the meanest perason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ive heard no one would accept you because of how you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ive heard that with your attitude love wouldnt find you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ive also heard you were a bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ive heard you never let anyone in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ive heard you the most difficult to deal with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ive heard your stubborn &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ive heard your a unsolved problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ive heard you dont share your emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;ive heard you keep everything hidden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i heard you have been hurt and but like "blahhh" when it comes to the "L" word....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;but.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i know your like a hard candy with a soft center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i know your sweet and kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i know your easy to talk too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i know your shy, but has slowly opened the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i know your mean, but not to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i know i appreciate you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i know i wouldn't let what ppl say make my decision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i know that id never  go anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i know you tell me you hate me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;but i know the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i know your lucky dont get it twisted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i got xray vision i see right through that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;you love me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;fin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-7118389759599642232?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7118389759599642232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=7118389759599642232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7118389759599642232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7118389759599642232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/check.html' title='check'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-4439135839928240277</id><published>2008-05-06T22:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T22:38:25.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>goin down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;welp let me update.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;birthday was a success. better than i expected. damn i got drunk, i got to hang out but i also had to work. sucked. but wasnt as bad as i thought. im still feening for a xbox. i been over my cousins alot just to play GTAIV. wow thats something i gotta have. alot of people saying im goofy for wanting one. but damn its wtf i want. i don't go around telling yall what yall should get so chill. ho. these niggas make me sick. tryna tell me what to do with my money. nigga go buy yo week and not make no money n shut up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;speakin of that, i gave my brother 50 buck to start his hustle cuz he was practically begging. so i did and this retart goes and buys the worse case of weed i ever saw in my life. this she was so shaky. everyone in the hood is complain lol. giving me a bad reputation! cnat have that. so he made my fifty back and tryna get me to put back in. im like IM STRAIGHTTTTT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so i ended up giving my mom some money she better gimme it all back or imma be mad. thats my birthday money. thats my xbox money! shit.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i wrote a lil poem ahem here goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Dear Lady,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;miscommunation must be a pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thinkin that your alone, no umbrella in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but i came to the decision that maybe we're all trippin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no frontin this way, your character is what im missin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a man on a mission, and my target is your precession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;to get you in that position to be gettin all thee attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;listen, alot is going down but nothing that cant be overcame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;see in my brain is a dream that we can progess doing the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;this like a war of emotions, and yea you got the potion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the antidote to my boat thats sink and u keep afloat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;puff my inhaler to forever keep hope alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i no youll ride, but soon your been in the position to drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so stay on course i see they tryna drive you off road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dont get soft stay strong dont stop moving baby keep going on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;imma congratulate ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no time for hesitating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;no fear im here when u need restoration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ill revive the love in side i put my life at stake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ill never leave your side no matter how much they try to hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dont think my feeling is dry you help me live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so imma stay as long as you down ya dig?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sincerly yours...&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/326392332636226045-4439135839928240277?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/4439135839928240277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=4439135839928240277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/4439135839928240277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/4439135839928240277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/05/welp-let-me-update.html' title='goin down'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-7121661739502771435</id><published>2008-04-22T00:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T23:15:47.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yup</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;welp, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;im seriously like left in confusion. i don't no which way my ship is sailing. i don't no what the hell is going on really now days. and its not even anything i can put my finger on. i feel left out like damn. what happened to the team. like damn i feel like were those your true colors or were they just something you liked for the moment. i mean i really don't no how to explain whats going on. i feel pushed to the side and forgetting like some old ass clothing trends....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;and like feel like it don't matter like, "welp whatever's going on with me is my problem and doesnt include you". thats not a team effort. ball hog.Indian giver. loser. but real talk. i feel like if anything be real with me, its never been a factor before, so why is it now?.  I've always been 100 with you. i feel like it should be the same exact way. and im not selfish i take what you say in consideration, and in return...i cant get it back. and seems like content. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i talked to Lajai, she said im overwhelming my self. that im thinking to hard, maybe i am. but ion no what to think when no ones tryna give me a direction. all i have is my instincts. and my nature instinct is to lock up. like ion no what to do. and for you to actually tell me whats really the deal would help greatly....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;what a great b day present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;"&gt;[oh...yeah.. my b day is Sunday...woohoo...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-7121661739502771435?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7121661739502771435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=7121661739502771435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7121661739502771435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7121661739502771435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/yup.html' title='yup'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-6388903917060442378</id><published>2008-04-21T21:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T00:43:54.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled</title><content type='html'>cant get you off my mind, your like my favorite song&lt;br /&gt;just wanna turn you on, and work you all night long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welp. my birthday is sunday. the twenty-seventh. the change of the world. imma be super loose..imma be happy as hell. ionno whatto blog about but anyway. this weekend was pretty boring. i didnt do a damn thing. but work. and that was even more boring. imma finish later&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: rgb(204, 204, 204); font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-6388903917060442378?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6388903917060442378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=6388903917060442378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/6388903917060442378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/6388903917060442378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/untitled.html' title='Untitled'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-2796924691441087829</id><published>2008-04-04T09:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T09:15:19.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Early In The Morning. And Im Gettin A Session.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And It Feel Good. Lol And Im Bloggin At The Same Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Woot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font style="font-family: Georgia;" size="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning.&lt;br /&gt;man i gotta go to work today. dont wanan go really but i guess. better than not doing shit. anyway i havent been on my shit lately. well really i mean i havent been feelin all that good lately i kinda feel like shit. but im alright. me and her been gettin along good. the 12th of april and all the other 12ths gon be good days from now on . and my BIRTHDAY THIS MONTH. 24 More Days Til My Birthday. ionno what im doing for my birthday. all i no is imma be 18, i dont want itto be boring. but i really just wanna spend it with her. that would make it the best birthday. if that dont happen then i think ...well i really dont no what imma do. anyways. shit nothing to much is going on with me. cept im still wanting to move. and im tryna get my mixtape together. im not really pushin it yet cuz i still need to put everything together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so me and krystal been at war for like 3 weeks now. i think i won. hehehe. but if she give me this "black" then ill declare her the winner. its kinda hurtin my feelings. ion think so no how i feel about women and black. i reallly really wanted to see that. but any other color will do too. hehe&lt;br /&gt;shit gets more and more serious each day. its crazy. i love Mrs Jones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh like real talk i do. every since i told her. i never regreted it.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;or never felt like i make a mistake. i made the right decision. &lt;br /&gt;i no i did. and im kool with it. i feel like ive known her for years. when i been with others longer than her. but i no more about her. and i understand her more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welp, me and her bout to get back to this session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[signing off.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: #999; font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-2796924691441087829?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2796924691441087829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=2796924691441087829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2796924691441087829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2796924691441087829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/04/yo.html' title='Yo'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-2743381375670984078</id><published>2008-03-30T03:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:07:24.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/?action=view&amp;amp;current=herhair.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/herhair.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;miss you when your here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;miss you where your gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;hate you when your right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;love you when your wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;thinkin about you while your sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and listen to you too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;cranky when you wake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but i really like that too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;pretty damn glad, that your mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;we both act tough, hidin the sensitive side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;but its alright  its okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;prefection in my eyes. i like you anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;How &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Could You Not Miss That.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mm Mm Mm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But Wassup Today Hasnt Ended Yet But Its Okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;DIdnt Sleep Stayed Up Catchin Up With Krys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Got Some Cereal And  Took My Ass To School.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WE discussed Us And Everything And We Can To An Conclusion..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;[oh you thought i was gon tell you?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/326392332636226045-2743381375670984078?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2743381375670984078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=2743381375670984078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2743381375670984078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2743381375670984078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/thinking.html' title='thinking.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-2751755087133142813</id><published>2008-03-28T02:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T02:42:04.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Justin Said..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I'm Lovin It"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Today was a normal day. chilled didnt do much of anything really.&lt;br /&gt;i got awoken by a beautiful voice and then fell right back to sleep. been bored tho. it wasnt nothing to so. i had plotted on going out till it started raining. then it stopped, and then it started snowing again. that sucked. real talk. so i chilled. watched my brother and my cousin get high and beat me in pool for three dollars,  which will unfortunately go to another nick or dime bag. i been really tryna start on my mixtape but im gettin set back but procrastination, my group members that i want featured or too high to focus on the task at hand(n****s yall aint wayne). i didnt go to work last week so this week i dont even no if im hired or fired and dont care. i guess ill see in the morning what the verdict is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;um, i need another job. i might be a SPERM donor :)&lt;br /&gt;requirements :&lt;br /&gt;college degree&lt;br /&gt;a lil spermmie&lt;br /&gt;safe sex&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ALOT OF SEA-MEN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;    1000 bucks of semen? are u kidding me? nigga id be one rich as professional chicken choker forreal. id be liek baby imma call u back i gotta make this money. :) oh! and did u no that whale puke is worth 30,000$. im going scuba divin soon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    On the im loving it topic again. come on what else imma talk about. this shit is new to me man. amazes me each day. affter hearing your emotionalls this evening made me realize that the wayyou feel effects me the same way your effected. when your mad, im mad that your mad. when you sad, im sad that your down. when your happy, im happy. its been like this. and after hearing your stories. it makes me appreciate you more. and im glad to have you in my lil loserish life. :)&lt;br /&gt;    thank you real talk. each day that past im more and more greatful. and the day i fuck up is the day i downgrade and the day ill give up. cuz i cant let this past.this is all i been waiting on. now i got it i just need for everything else to go right  and im good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[goes to make that sperm money]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/326392332636226045-2751755087133142813?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2751755087133142813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=2751755087133142813' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2751755087133142813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2751755087133142813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/like-justin-said.html' title='Like Justin Said..'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-7586574203266014155</id><published>2008-03-26T01:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T02:17:06.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i survive another day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Yall Niggas are sicken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;constantly wondering df is goin on with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;yall get no more recognition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;yea, so back to bloggin. im gettin back to my rap thing now. tryna still find a name for the mixtape. lately i been on chill mode. like just layed back been relaxin. i didnt go to work this weekend because of my aunt passing and i went to the funeral. seeing her like that was crazy because when i think about it it really hits me about her. like i actually knew her. she actually was a person i spend time with in my life. who let me spend the nite over there house. who fed me. who drove me too school. who i got in a accident with. its crazy when i was writing this, i was so close to sheding a tear, because i still havent yet. but yea, i just had to get that out. i wish i could of spent more time with her. this making me think of how we need to appreciate life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;um, i been thinking about certain people who i let good. or havent spoke to in a minute. and i figured. if there meant to be in your life then things wouldnt be the way they are. so, imma keep this one short and just say its up to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krys : you love me?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;: ugh no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;: [pouts]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krys : [rolls eyes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;: you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krys : i wouldnt say love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;: what would u say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krys : like alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krys : and leave it there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt; : yea thats how i feel. i no i dont love you in that sense, but i have deep feeling for you that i dont mind having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krys : good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krys : so the feelin is mutual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt; : yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krys :  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"&gt;  : [heart smiley]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;hmmm, real talk. i no its not love. i no i just never took no one as seriously as i take her. like i can say i have. but if u was in my shoes.  you be know everytime she opens her mouth. its something that u dont have to second guess. grr. sometimes i be like df is goin on. then other times i be like " i like this shit". i was told im mean. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i think its from fuckin wit dum females and talkin to JAY alot. even tho i havent been lately, my nigga be talkin to china so he forgot about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;BROS BEFORE HOES MAN!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;i think i have moodswing. okay i admit it. maybe i do. cuz sometimes i be like okay.  im kool. the next im rethinkin that shit. this is only occasionally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;im horny.[i kidd]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;"&gt;[gimme head til my nose bleed ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-7586574203266014155?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7586574203266014155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=7586574203266014155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7586574203266014155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7586574203266014155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-survive-another-day.html' title='i survive another day.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-3970951486927568491</id><published>2008-03-22T00:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:29:45.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Song Exclusive</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/GmFbcyUqYh/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/GmFbcyUqYh/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For The New Mixtape&lt;br /&gt;Yay Or Nay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-3970951486927568491?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3970951486927568491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=3970951486927568491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3970951486927568491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3970951486927568491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-song-exclusive.html' title='New Song Exclusive'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-5558779653347618911</id><published>2008-03-18T16:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:50:32.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting The Mixtape</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;Just Finished Writing The Intro Track.&lt;br /&gt;I Got titles In Mind for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mixtape &lt;/span&gt;But if u can help contribute to my thought process&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;it would be all appreciated my fellow Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop a Comment With Suggestions. Ill Pose The Intro Track A Lil Later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Thanks]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-5558779653347618911?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/5558779653347618911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=5558779653347618911' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/5558779653347618911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/5558779653347618911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/starting-mixtape.html' title='Starting The Mixtape'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-8398682442954805748</id><published>2008-03-16T22:00:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:34:49.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new day. new shoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"rather mine, I don't know what made me leave that shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Made me speed that quick, let me see - that's it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; It was the cheese helped them bitches get amnesia quick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I used to cut up they buddies, now they sayin they love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Used to tell they friends I was ugly and wouldn't touch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Then I showed up in that dubbed out buggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And then they got fussy and they don't remember that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; And I don't remember you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;i noticed people change. and i thought usually for the better but damn. df is the point of you be a big ass bitch? AND why do people front. nigga if u dont wanna holla say u dont. if u gon act funny when i speak dont speak to me anymore. if somethings occupying your time. then let me no. damn fake funny ass, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ANYFUCKINWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;todays been a cool day. woke up was soppose to go to church but didnt. got up at like 12:00 i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;sat up and listend to the blueprint and i am doing now. krystal ass been sleep all day and ion like missn her. called her ass and she still aint wake up so i was kinda bored and didnt have no oen to bother. played with my lil sister. she gon be 2 next week. crazy how time flys aint it. i remember the day after her mom had her i was scared to hold her.. now im tossin her in the air and holdin her upside down. i love her to death. me and her counted to one hundred today. how cool right? we bought her a new fish with big eyes. i named him goggles :). we got some red and green lil fishes and my dad calls them the bloods and the crips cuz the be  killin ever catfish they put in there. we had bought another one. the man at meijers and ran water all over the fish so we named him goner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;the next day he died... RIP lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OH DID I TELL YALL SHE GOT THE LAST NAME JONES?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Cool right. 3.12.08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt; remember that my niggas. im kinda be happy lately. like reall happy that i havent been in a minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;im thinking of new things. im doing new things and now i just gotta get my school together and thats it. life is lookin up...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt; i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;"  &gt;[out]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/326392332636226045-8398682442954805748?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8398682442954805748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=8398682442954805748' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8398682442954805748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8398682442954805748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/rather-mine-i-dont-know-what-made-me.html' title='new day. new shoes'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-1320410329711218720</id><published>2008-03-12T20:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T20:53:47.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Everytime your name was brought up&lt;br /&gt;I would act all nonchalant infront of an audience&lt;br /&gt;Like if you was just another shorty I put the naughty on&lt;br /&gt;But uh, truth be told you do me for a loop, this Hov&lt;br /&gt;I'm too old to be frontin when I'm feeling Denzel&lt;br /&gt;And you acting like you ain't appealing but you are&lt;br /&gt;Stunting like you ain't my only girl but you are (I was just frontin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm ready to stop when you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: georgia;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;im ready to bet it all, unless you don't care at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; But you know I want ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(you should stop frontin babe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: georgia;font-family:georgia;" &gt;[quit frontin]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/326392332636226045-1320410329711218720?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1320410329711218720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=1320410329711218720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1320410329711218720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1320410329711218720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/everytime-your-name-was-brought-up-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-369752945718561002</id><published>2008-03-11T22:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T22:34:04.262-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boom Boom Tap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i sit here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...wishing you were the one i was touchin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one i was holding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the one that could make my life complete...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;constant attempts to make it work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is the thing that really hurts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i promise on this last breath i take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that youll be my last heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Older Post [Click Em]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-369752945718561002?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/369752945718561002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=369752945718561002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/369752945718561002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/369752945718561002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/boom-boom-tap.html' title='Boom Boom Tap'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-6997052379957511177</id><published>2008-03-11T16:02:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T17:03:06.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waitin..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I said Oh (oh)&lt;br /&gt;Oh (No, No) I,&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm falling for you. (I think I'm falling for you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. im chilling today. i miss Krystal. she sick and i wish i could be her nurse for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;i helped her find a job so i feel good that i did something. ya know. lol im kinda jealous, i put her up on a job site and i still  ain't got one, and i applied for at least 5 jobs. it don't matter my time will come. congrats tho sweetheart. anyway yesterday was plain and simple day did the usual. fucked with my boys, talk/txt krys, wrote a quick 16 bars and thats it. i found out that the funeral is tomorrow and i don't wanna go, but i know i do need to pay my respects you know. she went to sleep without me last night. it felt weird , i was alone. but its iight im just glad she doing better. don't need another sick person. i got alot of thoughts running back in forth in my brain and i really dont have much to blogg about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excuse me if you find this so dumb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looks like somebody else got my wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So tell me where the f*ck you came from (where you came from),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never seen nothing like you in my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sky black, sun turning flaming red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;things gettin killed of, lives left for dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;food dryin up, no fuel for the trucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ice meltin fast, no one gives a fuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;flowers not blooming, the past help to make this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;a pocket full of cash, but no money could even save this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;people running wild, takin anythin if they can get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;no food to survive, going fat to anorexic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nothing left to live for, make a big man fill little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;skin start to crack bones gettin brittle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;i dont no whats happen, nothings its gonna get me by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;all the dope in the world, but i be never gettin high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;sat for a minute.... then i said a prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hoping that something, will come and take me away from here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;continued to sit.. steady being patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;didnt move a inch, waiting to see what my fate is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...........waitng.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;then outta know where i saw you, the smile u gave made it real clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you was coming to save from the world that im stuck in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;full of pain , fear , and disbelief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;all the cryin, heart ache and full of grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;grabbed my hand told me to come get in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;then i stop and said, " where the fuck have you been?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[ive be waitng...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-6997052379957511177?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6997052379957511177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=6997052379957511177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/6997052379957511177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/6997052379957511177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/waitin.html' title='Waitin..'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-442045931260252449</id><published>2008-03-09T22:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T22:34:07.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>poem.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i be diggin the shit outta you. real talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you there when i need you. you there even when i dont need anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;when i piece of the pie was missin, you baked me another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;in english i always been two, in spanish im your numbro uno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;past event dont exist, nothing is a regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;each step taking, never been second guessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i come to realized the past was a faze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;left me all puzzled stuck up in a maze.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i must confess i never been this amazed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i can be me, there nothing i have to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;fuck some glasses i clearly see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that your interestin in me, because of me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i never felt this way, im not ashamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ppl can hate it or love, itll remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;they rather hate it than love it, see they are lames.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;you like the xbox but you not up for the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and if i miss your calls i hit you right back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ppl be calling my phone but get no calls back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;they dont compare to you, and that no take backs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i mean what i say,  say what i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lay my head on my pillow, see you in my dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;me and you close as can be, see we a team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dont wanna jump to conclusions, but i hope this is destined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;all the feelings are here, im here confessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ive been through it before, ive learned my lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;nigga threw your love in the air, i promise to catch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and you can BET that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;OUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;TRO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" &gt;bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&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/326392332636226045-442045931260252449?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/442045931260252449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=442045931260252449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/442045931260252449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/442045931260252449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/poem.html' title='poem.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-8099382745371207260</id><published>2008-03-04T17:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:43:25.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Boo2.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/Boo2.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Boo1-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/Boo1-1.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Mine.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/Mine.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://s223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ltps.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/ltps.gif" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[i love looking at her. sexy ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;seen those buns of steels, awesome right!. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;what a great person you are.&lt;br /&gt; oh and im hers she said]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i woke up this morning i realized it was eight in the damn morning. late as hell for class n shit so i didnt go til second hour. kinda good my first hour teacher voice annoying as hell. shit 3rd hour we didt have a teacher so me and krys was on the phone. nothing really important happened til 4th hour when i found out my aunt died this afternoon. i didnt think it would hit me as hard as it did. cuz i havent seen her a good minute. i dont think ive seen her since this summer. and i wont never see her now. but i remember how she used to take us to school because she ran a transportation service. i remember spendin the night over her house and being over there alot. i remember eatting all there food. and destroying they sunflower seeds. just thinking about all that mad me leave my class like i need to take a lil walk. i never had to deal with someone that was close to me dying like that. every other time die something like that happened it was when i was to young to actually understand the significance of people and of life. all i knew it that i hated funerals. i couldnt attend them i was wasnt having that. so not im like i need to pace myself i need to live my life to the fullest ill never know what will happen 5 , 10 , 20 minutes from now, or ever years from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fell asleep with my pillow buddy last night have a deep conversation. basically on past relationships what happened. what we learned. sex. etc. then basically realizing these ppl didnt really deserve the shit that was being giving to them. me im kinda on some fuck that bitch type shit. man i hate putting my all into someone or something just to get that shit frisbee back at yo ass in return. i remember steady being accused of shit wasnt doing. constantly arguing. constant break up to make up type shit. wanting to let go but couldnt type shit. man... if that isnt the most stressful irritating thing ever. it got to the point my dad had to do irritating shit to get me off the damn phone with this chick. and now i glad in the end that he did. [thanks pops]  i also talked about this one bitch who was claiming she liked me so much and came to find out she was sucking my bestfriend up. that was a good laugh. women are pitiful, well.. maybe i should say certain ones. this bitch excuse was :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i was in a long term realationship and i guess i got caught up in being able to do whatever i wanna do again...just being free"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;df? what that gotta do with you sucking the nigga up tho. shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ Baby you like twan, Baby you love twan, Baby you love...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;[Rip Bernadean ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/326392332636226045-8099382745371207260?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8099382745371207260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=8099382745371207260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8099382745371207260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8099382745371207260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey.html' title='I Know.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-8063841646123261141</id><published>2008-03-03T16:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T16:56:07.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Else.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;       i haven't had really much to blog about lately. so i postpone my blog for a minute, but hey im back be happy and stfu. last weeks was pretty cool just a regular week like every week. Thursday i didn't go to class i didnt feel to good but its a new week so lets see what happens. shit this week all i did was work and me and my pops got into it a lil. no lie, my dad kinda intimidates me, but i still gon hold own. taco bell,... what else can i say its just a bullshit ass job. Saturday they had me on drive-thru " BY MY SELF" man, im like are you serious? lol i cant take orders and give out orders at the same time. that shit is hard, i cant focus like that lol. that just isn't one of my talents sorry. plus i get side tracked so a lot of times at work people be talking to me and i be in my own word. everyone up there pretty much thinks im slow, which when it comes to taco bell i am. but today imma be online looking for another job closer to home because my job is like 20 minutes away, all the way on the east side no where near anyplace i know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so yea, im tryna get focused real talk. like i been hearing this saying a lot. " when you catch a fish you feed someone for a day, but when you teach them how to fish, you feed a person for life".  its something like that. but the POINT is, i dont  want to rely on anyone, people have already been doing they own thing but i know ive been a lil spoiled and when its finally time to grow up its been a lil harder on me because of that so i kinda wish i haven't been. shit i got a job and im doing better than my older brother AND older sister. they not tryna do anything not tryna find a job and not tryna get in school. all they do really is sit around party, smoke, and hang. i wanna be able to do ALL THAT, knowing im doing it on my own terms with no one being ABLE to tell me what i can do. these niggas grown and still gettin told when to do, this and that and they both about to be 20. no disrespect i love them to death, i want better for them and myself. speaking of  my bro, early last week we had company and shit. basically him , his girl her friend, and my niggas came to just chill and what not. moms gets off at 11 gets here about 11:30. my bro been driving her truck without her knowing ( i have a couple times but i got my license so she don't care), and it really didnt have any gass. they been bullshitting to about 10:30 and her Friend live far as hell from here and was expecting one of us to take her home. im like im not doing that dummy shit, so this nigga do it and was joyriding , moms pull up exactly the same time this nigga is coming down the street and he see her. LONG STORY SHORT, she haven't been talking to his dumb ass. just last night him and my cousin tried to break in radio shack. "Mission Failure". lol i rode past it today they boarded up the window they broke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;shit never changes i see though. im still being dick-rode. my counterpart is getting clit-rode. im just hoping my dick get soft soon... shit speaking of that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;someones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; been horny alot. hmmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;anyways , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;[commercial break]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;" every met someone who is everything you ever wanted? and is not ugly or missing some limbs? well you need to try eharmony.com  your match &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MADE IN HEAVEN&lt;/span&gt; is waiting for you there"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;[ahem]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;shes something else man. as the days go by i learn something new and something i really enjoy about her. like real talk. i never spoke or acknowledged any female as much as i do her. real talk she amazing. i know its cheesy soft blah blah. but its real man. like im really anticipating the future to come. no lie.  i really cant see anything breaking this lil thing thats going on. ya dig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;[knocks on wood].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;jay: was good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;China: i love you sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;anybody else i haven't spoken too in a minute and think ive been abandoning them is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i love yall ugly fags. and everyone else who reads my shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;[jumps in my Megazord and walks off]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-8063841646123261141?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8063841646123261141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=8063841646123261141' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8063841646123261141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8063841646123261141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-else.html' title='Something Else.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-2164696458891581670</id><published>2008-02-27T22:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T22:53:15.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what we gon do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right; font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Twan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is on the way, all I got to say is&lt;br /&gt;It wont let go&lt;br /&gt;You can pray to early May, fast for 30 days&lt;br /&gt;Still it wont let go, oh&lt;br /&gt;Got a good book and got all in it, tried a little yoga for a minute&lt;br /&gt;But it wont let go, oh&lt;br /&gt;Tried to turn the sauna up to hotter, drunk a whole glass of ice cold  water&lt;br /&gt;But it wont let go, oh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Changed The Lyrics Around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be cont.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/326392332636226045-2164696458891581670?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2164696458891581670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=2164696458891581670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2164696458891581670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2164696458891581670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-want-you.html' title='what we gon do?'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-6197176795611237981</id><published>2008-02-27T06:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T07:11:58.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;one minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;okay so my brother did something stupid yesterday and didnt come home cuz he knew he'd get murdered if he came back. finally got in contact with that nigga and now he back and im the only one who talks to him ..sorta. school school school. BORING. shit was boring as hell today man but man this niggas be wildin up at that bitch with guns and  shit and the nigga who was talkin the most shit. usually? ALWAYS get they ass beat. besides that. dude had a 38. special and a duece deuce. im only speaking on it cuz id hold both thos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;real talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;finally got home tho. was hungry today.  i cooked and everything..and didnt even eat. df right? shit man chilling basically. aye jay a cool as nigga bro. i just noticed how cool he is. shoutsout to my nigga. and i noticed diamond let me a comment on my last blog. HELLO my BIG tiddah friend. any way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;BreatheEAZY (2/26/2008 9:49:49 PM): imma be fuckin yall gon be on the power tower.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;j a y . ™ : I don't go on rides nigga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;j a y . ™ : LMAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;BreatheEAZY (2/26/2008 9:50:57 PM): shid, i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;BreatheEAZY (2/26/2008 9:51:13 PM): i aint wasting thrity dollars for nothin. i gotta get on something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;BreatheEAZY (2/26/2008 9:53:27 PM): imma have the hoes winning bears n shit to bring my other hoes lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;j a y . ™ : LMAO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;BreatheEAZY (2/26/2008 9:54:13 PM): thats how u gotta do it. "Bitch go win me a scooby doo!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;j a y . ™ : Nah, I don't got them like thaqt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;j a y . ™ : I be like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;j a y . ™ : "Bae... Come here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;j a y . ™  : "Yes, baby?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;j a y . ™ : "Don't you wanna win me a stuffed animal I can have to sleep with like its you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;j a y . ™ : "Aww, yeeaaaa..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;j a y . ™ : [two hours later with a new bitch]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;j a y . ™ : "Bae, come here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;j a y . ™ : "Yes, baby?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;j a y . ™ : "Hmm, I won this for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BreatheEAZY (2/26/2008 9:55:43 PM): LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY (2/26/2008 9:55:47 PM): fucks that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BreatheEAZY (2/26/2008 9:55:51 PM): i be like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY (2/26/2008 9:56:01 PM): " aye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BreatheEAZY (2/26/2008 9:56:06 PM): "yes daddy"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY (2/26/2008 9:56:16 PM): "you see that scooby doo over there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY (2/26/2008 9:56:20 PM): "mhmm"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY (2/26/2008 9:56:40 PM): "go win that bitch and if u fuck up you stuck out here til next summer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;j a y . ™ (2/26/2008 9:56:49 PM): LMAOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BreatheEAZY (2/26/2008 9:56:49 PM): [2 hours later]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY (2/26/2008 9:57:04 PM): " i won you all the teddy bears here daddy"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;BreatheEAZY (2/26/2008 9:57:20 PM): [ give you and the boys some to give to yall hoes]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;man we silly. fuck it tho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;so yea.i just noticed how much i really like her. even tho she got a goooooooood long laugh in at me last night i just noticed. like damn. you is wassup . like no matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;how big how small. seem like we can actually talk about it. and i never had that before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;seriously. things that you say really have me like," who else would say this but you".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;then other times i be like " man i like the stupid shit you say and do". and its vice versa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;it really seems like nothing or no one cuz make a differents unless its either of us two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;imma keep you around. cuz we got a couple knot to straight out. and we know we bout aint prefect. but thats what we like bout one another. some might thing they know was going on who im talkin bout. doubt it. mnd ya biz. big nose know who im yappin bout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; How many ladies in the house&lt;br /&gt;How many ladies in the house without a spouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;[What you about?....]&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/326392332636226045-6197176795611237981?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6197176795611237981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=6197176795611237981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/6197176795611237981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/6197176795611237981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/something-in-your-blouse-got-me-feeling.html' title='something in your blouse got me feeling so aroused.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-8295693067450381900</id><published>2008-02-25T22:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T23:01:58.598-05:00</updated><title type='text'>okay,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; As long as you need me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I’m down for whatever hommie as long as you feed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I pull the big joints out as long as the TV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Or I can play my part and just breathe easy right…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (By your side)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as long as you need me.&lt;br /&gt;hmm this song is real. i like ill be by your side whenever u need me.but anyway i had a pretty simple day. missed my pillow buddie fone was died. hung out with my dude. chilled played the game. OH and took a nap. its night time. i just wanted to update for thous who actually read this.&lt;br /&gt;i love yall you know. even jay weak ass. and siyaaaaaaaaah :) if u see this hey sweetheart :)&lt;br /&gt;chinaaaaaaaa you too.  i aint forgot about you, you know who im talking bout &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Big Nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. iight&lt;br /&gt;shit. fuck. yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[By Your Side]&lt;br /&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/326392332636226045-8295693067450381900?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8295693067450381900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=8295693067450381900' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8295693067450381900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8295693067450381900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/okay.html' title='okay,'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-1743728008500476934</id><published>2008-02-24T12:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T12:50:55.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>at least thats what the homies told me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aye real talk this song is like the only bow wow song i will ever take serious and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even write it. but if u listening to the lyrics {thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pharrell&lt;/span&gt;} you'd actually feel it. like this shit is some true shit. and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;niggas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; even be taking life seriously. they think life is only as big as there hood is or there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cities&lt;/span&gt; is. its people who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even live there states to see how only places are. the world is a very big place no matter how many times u been a place its always more places to explore. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tryna&lt;/span&gt; make my move outta here and get a new thing going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; to no other cultures and  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;experience&lt;/span&gt; new things. i mean its here for a reason why not explore. its always more too learn and i think i learn something new each day whether its big or small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;yea so yesterday i worked man. we was short handed yesterday so i had to make food and other things i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; even get to be on register today. and i think i washed dishes for about 4 hours yesterday and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;prep'd&lt;/span&gt; food for at least two hours. man by time i left i was wet and smelling like hard taco &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;supremes&lt;/span&gt;. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; feeling good later that day and i end up falling asleep on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Krystal&lt;/span&gt;.  so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;imma&lt;/span&gt; get beat up later on i just know it. woke up talked to china weak nasty fast ass then my phone turned off. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; that a bitch? but i paid the bill :).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;shit.  i bout to do a track today i just feel it in my bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;[gets pen and pad]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-1743728008500476934?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/1743728008500476934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=1743728008500476934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1743728008500476934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/1743728008500476934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/at-least-thats-what-homies-told-me.html' title='at least thats what the homies told me...'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-2601413920568959504</id><published>2008-02-22T22:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T23:25:08.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L.I.F.E.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Young and confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; With nothin to lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But somethin' to prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My hunger my views&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I use them as tools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To refuse for the sake of rebellin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Breakin the rules and yellin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Tellin them to come and walk in my shoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;so yea, i been like debating if i would write a blog or note for about a day and a half now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;like last nite i was in the shower just thinkin like. wtf do i do now. like i remember i was in school one day and we was talking about where do we see our selves in 5 - 10 years. and i couldn't even see my self at eighteen. or grown. and as the days creep up, im glad i don't feel that way anymore but its funny how things get pushed up on you that you never had pushed on you before. and one thing i gotta learn is to stop worrying about what people think. even family. i used to be so worried about letting  them down that i forgot about my self, and that this is my life and i gotta worry about me first before anyone or anything else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Another thing is, man when i was younger i was super lazy. like didn't wanna do shit and i know why now. it wasn't because i didn't want too or just too lazy, its because i have/had a serious problem with authority. i don't like people telling me nothing or what to do. but the funny part about it i was scared to speak up for my self. and in the lastly years ive came to realize that, i don't give a fuck. like im done being what people wanted me to be and worried about other peoples opinions. and im starting to finally focus on what need to be focused on and thats antwan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;also man im really getting sick of my job. like that our so unorganized and annoying and everything. and im tired of my hours change every week wtf i mean damn keep that shit steady. but im finally looking for another job and im really really hoping i get the fuck outta Michigan sometime within the next year or so. im just really wanna get the fuck outta here like, michigan isn't a bad place to be. but when moneys involved i know i can have a way better opportunity else where. and im not saying that there isn't any jobs. its just way more difficult that other places.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;then i start thinking about relationships. i know i know. the same topics seen to occur over and over here. but hey bitch! these are my blogs. read it or die. but anyway eh, i just be wonder what if alot now. and im not even in one yet. but im just don't wanna jump the gun or i dont wanna be let down. i want everything to happen how its suppose to. and i know the saying " if its meant then it will happen" but if it don't, i think that id be really done. like seriously, because like , i see like as god presents new people in my life one after one, they do seem to get better and better. and its like damn this is like the end of the rope, it don't get much better than that twan, so u gotta be on your p's and q's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;and i think im blessed for real for real for all ive been through and the downs to start to turn around in 08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;so damn lupe fiasco "gold watch" keeps playing and my damn music player id on shuffle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;so i guess that means one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;[yea yea, she loves it over here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;its just, yea yea she loves it over here]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;"  &gt;...yea im talking about you .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/326392332636226045-2601413920568959504?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2601413920568959504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=2601413920568959504' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2601413920568959504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2601413920568959504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/life.html' title='L.I.F.E.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-8903461991020732942</id><published>2008-02-21T18:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:55:04.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'>check the blogs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;im glad tha others didnt work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;cause that would mean..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;there'd be no me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[WORD]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&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/326392332636226045-8903461991020732942?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8903461991020732942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=8903461991020732942' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8903461991020732942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8903461991020732942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/check-blogs.html' title='check the blogs.'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-3822518468775249653</id><published>2008-02-21T17:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:05:34.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>so yea..</title><content type='html'>[cough]  plays superstar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for you..you...my number one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;audio.crack: Dang, I didn't even know.&lt;br /&gt;audio.crack: Aw, who you crushin' on boo?&lt;br /&gt;audio.crack: I want details.&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY: its all in the blogs babe&lt;br /&gt;audio.crack: Like her pics and stuff or what?&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY: oh she got blake.&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY: its just words in my blog. its a gif of her in my first blog tho&lt;br /&gt;audio.crack: Well give me the details... I don't feel like researching.&lt;br /&gt;audio.crack: Just tell me!&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY: i mean shes somebody i just been talking to alot recently. she just real real cool so we just get along real good. remind me of me basically.&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY: if u wanna see a pic ill show u&lt;br /&gt;audio.crack: Yeah, what's her Blake?&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY: lapdance. its o n my page.&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY: on*&lt;br /&gt;audio.crack: K, will go look.&lt;br /&gt;audio.crack: Bout to restart my phone, brb.&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY: k&lt;br /&gt;audio.crack: Okay, my net is slow.  Show me a picture of her.&lt;br /&gt;audio.crack:  she's pretty, I saw her Blake.&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY: oh&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY: yea i think shes gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;audio.crack: Lol, that's good.&lt;br /&gt;audio.crack: You must really dig her.&lt;br /&gt;audio.crack: I've never head you say that about a chick.&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY: never have really. but shes cool as hell&lt;br /&gt;BreatheEAZY: im really really diggin her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Front row, there I am&lt;br /&gt;Jumpin' and hollerin' waving both hands&lt;br /&gt;Would you notice me, Little me&lt;br /&gt;Drove twelve hours girl just to see&lt;br /&gt;Your pretty face one more time&lt;br /&gt;Bought my ticket I was first in line&lt;br /&gt;This is a metaphor to show how I adore (I adore you)&lt;br /&gt;Baby I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and there you have it, im diggin....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[dips out]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-3822518468775249653?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3822518468775249653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=3822518468775249653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3822518468775249653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3822518468775249653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-yea_21.html' title='so yea..'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-2293388143004119358</id><published>2008-02-21T02:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T02:46:01.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From,..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;stayin up late talkin on tha phone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;got me in tha zone can't leave 'em alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;wanna be more but dont wanna rush it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;makin me smile even harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;blushin turnin a brighter red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;then fire engine red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;puttin good thoughts in my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;dreamin of you puttin me to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;in a GREAT deep sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;hope i'm somethin you can KEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;my heart seems its in reach of your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;will you promise to be kind to it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i sure hope so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;'cause im FALLIN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for YOU somethin crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;SUPER FAST.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously hopin it lasts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cause i got faith in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&amp;amp; THE TEAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for every night i dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;youll be the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for me.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;got people hatin cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i wrote your name on my hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;they just mad cause you my MAN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;HAHHAHAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Means alot coming from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and when i read it over and over i actually feel like you mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and im pretty sure you feel what im feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT ANYWAY imma save that for a later date, let me stop gettin soft on my blogs. my viewers gon think imma lame or something GOTTA KEEP MY REP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nah but shit today was a pretty boring and regular day. just chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;basically talkin to the person i always talk to everyday, yep its a routine now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;then my dudes came by chilled and played MARVEL vs. CAPCOM 2 and kept gettin my ass beat. and im mad ,"like how the fuck you beating me at my house in my own FUCKIN game!". so they had to leave i couldnt have that shit. bitches... so yea i gif'ed krystal not too long ago  Look!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/?action=view&amp;amp;current=goof_NEW-new.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i223.photobucket.com/albums/dd3/Quikkash/goof_NEW-new.gif" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sexy right, now if i could get all that excess bullshit off her face it would be great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;imm have to find one of my online buddies who know how to GIF or got a link to where i can get one to give me one. yall fucks be knowing where everything is and dont share. selfish as bitches. so today this nigga jay talkin bout im GAYfontin i didnt think so you be the judge,..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" id="yiv268731005"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;j a y . ™: &lt;/span&gt;THIS NONDRIVIN' ASS NIGGA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BreatheEAZY: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;nigga i can drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BreatheEAZY: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;bitch wouldnt let me over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;j a y . ™: Whoaaaa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BreatheEAZY: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;was good man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;j a y . ™: &lt;/span&gt;This nigga get's gayfonted when he gets a girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;j a y . ™:&lt;/span&gt; BE A MAN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;j a y . ™: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WE KEEP BLACK, BRO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BreatheEAZY: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;df who!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BreatheEAZY: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;know u aint talkin bout me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;j a y . ™:&lt;/span&gt; YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;j a y . ™: &lt;/span&gt;YOUR FONT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;j a y . ™:&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BreatheEAZY: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;bitch on my moms lap top its blue fag. my comp in the basement is black&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;j a y . ™:&lt;/span&gt; LMAOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;j a y . ™:&lt;/span&gt; LMAOOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BreatheEAZY: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;lol i hate chu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BreatheEAZY: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;diss track alert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;j a y . ™:&lt;/span&gt; LMAO @ DISS TRACK ALERT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BreatheEAZY: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;hell yea this nigga tryna fire me cuz of my font&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;BreatheEAZY: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;frie*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;BreatheEAZY: happy my nigga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;j a y . ™: YES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;j a y . ™: EXTREMELY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate this nigga. look bitch just cause know one likes ugly tall fag ass niggas dont mean anything. nigga you just too damn tall. now its cool to be tall, but when u gotta buy two beds just to fit ya whole body on just to be comfortable then you too damn big. i think its time you ask shaq for his bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;man.. its 2 in the AM and im super bored. like i was just playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOCOM II US&lt;/span&gt; Navy Seals, and i forgot how hard that shit was. all that being patient shit has been play out i wanna run up on a nigga and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; " POP POP POP!!"&lt;/span&gt; , SNAP a neck or something. i sitting running up on niggas and some nigga beat the shit outta me with his gun. bitch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as i things keep pushin along, im still seeing people worried about wtf is goin on like my life is a soap opera this aint  " AS The World Turns and all my children or whatever else old depressed hoes be watchin" [no offense old depressed hoes ] and asking questions who is him/her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why they on this and that, BITCH! shut the fuck up, damn yall like lil ass females gossip and running yall mouths and worried bout shit that dont got anything to do with you. that shit needs to STOP in 08 man forreal. i told krys i wanna skydive, ion think she to fond of that but imma make her do it,   you ready ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ pushes you out the planes and jumps too ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/326392332636226045-2293388143004119358?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/2293388143004119358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=2293388143004119358' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2293388143004119358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/2293388143004119358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/from.html' title='From,..'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-3148382103837281540</id><published>2008-02-20T13:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T14:15:32.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hmph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm reminded of my first crush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the wobble in my knees, first touch&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;summer love ice cream come&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nights shared with you nights spent alone &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;butterflies, first love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sweaty palms embracing a first hug&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm moved to say in thought of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't imagine living life without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my nigga dwele, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;the key word in this is first and i like that at this point alot of first are going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;forreal its about fucking time you came along dammit, and dont fuck me over loser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;anyway was the deal kids, im back bored and tired. i slept good last night thanks to my pillowbuddy. And last night i watched jumpers. it was a pretty good movie i can tell its gonna be a part two or maybe even three. my sci-fi ass always be liking shit like that. i mean teleporting whereever the fuck i wanted too. fuck a car fuck you and your mom. id be everywhere fuck the LAW. the first place id go is to krys house so we can have lots and lots of fun. then id teleport to jays studio and lay a hot ass verse down. then id visit grams and so on ionno after that. maybe to japan to become a ninja ionno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;so kanye's addiction is playing.... man i be inflicted with all three. i be wanting to fuck the shit outta a chick. then rooll a blunt and count my money. but nah i had to go to rehab and get my shit straight, no more weed, but still sex....shit i think i need some while we on the subject. [calls krys] you better make me some food when u done and turn that shower on, we aint done yet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[lol jay if your reading this see if you know who im talkin about]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;man, okay so i been surfing the online communities ALOT lately and i been seeing the same chick that in everyone sig or avi or page and im got to thinkin.. she reallly gets around the net computer and all the phone boning she be doing gon get her phone crabs and shit crawling in her ear and her fingers gon turn purple. im like DAMN this [lil] motherfucka is everyhwhere. and it made me think im glad i did what i did when it came to that cuz that shit isnt cool in real life or online. note im not hating, im just saying... come on she was 07 dude... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;so yea now estelle is on i like this american boy song. if i had a european chick id be to busy laughin at her damn accent then anything. but give me a nice brazilian chick and we can make a couple flicks ya dig.... me and krys was talkin and she was tellin me about her and her bestfriend ACTUALLY discussion doing a porno for 3 million dallors and it had to be with your bestfriend. im i wrong to fuck the living shit out of you and be sittin in 3 million dallors? girl this some million dallor cum right here! u better take it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;lol but hmmm, how about all 3 of us :) i think that would be kinda fun... i promise i wont be touchin on shay like that. I PROMISE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;oh and jay, nigga fuck you. imma driving master. i do this shit. fucka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;im out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[teleports to your moms house]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-3148382103837281540?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/3148382103837281540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=3148382103837281540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3148382103837281540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/3148382103837281540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-reminded-of-my-first-crush-wobble-in.html' title='hmph'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-8898610553883150036</id><published>2008-02-20T01:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:49:42.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;its kinda funny how things change within season/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and if anythings happens it happens for a reason/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i cant forget ya girl ya figure is so appeasing/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and with every  pic to my phone i no you teasing/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't gotta doubt my skill known for pleasing/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorta like a camera only wanting you cheesing/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;so, basically i'm call end my day off by saying.....&lt;br /&gt;when your feeling a certain way for someone you should speak up and say whats on your mind. don't keep it all bottled up what if its important? what if its life saving? what if it could change the world as you and i know it? alot of what ifs right? with that being said i just wanted to add jealousy is a mother you know? and you wouldn't have to be if you spoken up for what you wanted. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO ONE&lt;/span&gt; and i mean &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ON ONE&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY KNOWLEDGE &lt;/span&gt;is a mind reader. so express ya damn selfs let people know. you cant be mad if someone you been kicking it with happens to pop &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OUT THE BLUE&lt;/span&gt; he he... and is doing new things gotta dude and is doing them...wtf. and its not anyone else's lost but yours. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HA! BITCH! YOUR FAULT!&lt;/span&gt; lol, but anyway im directing this to losers getting they panties wet over &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Krystal &lt;/span&gt;and i. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AT THE BUZZER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt; shoots...and scores... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now we'll continue with are nite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-8898610553883150036?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8898610553883150036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=8898610553883150036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8898610553883150036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8898610553883150036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/so.html' title='So..'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-6329796822468890942</id><published>2008-02-19T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T13:05:54.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whats today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i woke up with the worst headache ever. i never had a headache like i had last night man that shit was crazy. so if i do have people reading this, imma say hello to you. good afternoon. anyway to kick this shit of, i almost got into a accident yesterday.and some will say , " but aye nigga didn't you just crash your jeep" well fuck you!. i was driving a Tahoe yesterday and its big as hell. so if a nigga tryna get in the lane let a nigga in. so well im tryna get in, the ass in front of me smashes his breaks for no apparent reason. so im smashing mine and the car behind me was still being a bitch. i should of got out... anyway, then another asshole ran a red line when im suppose to be going and spun out and almost hit me and now i got whiplash :(...i hate Detroit drivers!. fucking fags. so yea i got in the damn tub...yes niggas still get in the tub. so yea that was yesterday. and that damn truck drinks gas like that shit kool-aid. all put  20 in there all of it was gone in half a day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;moving on, ive been peeping jay's blogs and damn that shit BE LONG lol. so it had me thinking... damn wtf is his live that interesting or is he just a exaggerator lol.  so i decided to write more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;one day imma have all these fancy pictures to post with futuristic watches and nike belt  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;( yea im hating). so man i been slacking on the rapping tip its like i make a song once a week wtf, i need to get back on the grind.  i used to have songs back to back to back.. maybe  i ran out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;third paragraph woot jay here i come man, so yea im noticing that im getting alot of attention whenever a girl is in my life, like df? why y'all don't acknowledge me when im single, now its twan you gotta boo now? oh you cheating on me? bitch wtf? u barely was talking to me now you wanna have the spot light DF? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[cuts the power].&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/326392332636226045-6329796822468890942?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/6329796822468890942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=6329796822468890942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/6329796822468890942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/6329796822468890942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-today.html' title='whats today...'/><author><name>Twan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557678713739979827</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_In0vw5HXh7s/SZY3Jis1UrI/AAAAAAAAAKc/I4BtQ9uuZZc/S220/new+year+09+.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-326392332636226045.post-7158469273742358851</id><published>2008-02-18T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T14:17:45.084-05:00</updated><title type='text'>krys</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param value="http://media.imeem.com/m/o_HzB5wKxQ/aus=false/" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="transparent" name="wmode"&gt;&lt;embed width="300" src="http://media.imeem.com/m/o_HzB5wKxQ/aus=false/" height="80" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know u like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/2OHBXLz4l2"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/2OHBXLz4l2" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&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/326392332636226045-7158469273742358851?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/7158469273742358851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=7158469273742358851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/7158469273742358851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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come get me and my brother and im callin this nigga. this nigga tell mes he at his cousins iight kool. i call him when i get there he like um.. we at this party.. im like wtf..  annoying right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/326392332636226045-8271425850060505699?l=qkchronicles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://qkchronicles.blogspot.com/feeds/8271425850060505699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=326392332636226045&amp;postID=8271425850060505699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8271425850060505699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/326392332636226045/posts/default/8271425850060505699'/><link 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