tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post4416587269836335618..comments2023-10-30T05:32:20.748-04:00Comments on 12th Planet: Remember when...12kylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11639316610856750674noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-51940870303379847072008-04-27T00:43:00.000-04:002008-04-27T00:43:00.000-04:00@ PocaThat sounds like it was real cool. I've neve...@ Poca<BR/>That sounds like it was real cool. <BR/><BR/>I've never been fishing. I want do it one day.<BR/><BR/>@ dejanae<BR/>LMAO!!! That is too funny. I remember tha spelling bee. I won it at my school when i was in the 6th grade. I stopped there. I wasn't tryna go any further than that.<BR/><BR/>@ The F$%K it List<BR/>very inspiring! maybe you and your sister should have jumped Boo. LOL<BR/><BR/>@ karrie b<BR/>a dancer? word? buss a move for us! LOL<BR/><BR/>@ Flyyest<BR/>awwwwwwww. it's very nice that you are a giving person. if you ever wanna give money...holla atchaboi! <BR/><BR/>@ BGG<BR/>These words are soooo true!12kylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11639316610856750674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-68513439612460753442008-04-26T14:51:00.000-04:002008-04-26T14:51:00.000-04:00Wow, Kyle - You really make us think!! I like it t...Wow, Kyle - You really make us think!! I like it though!<BR/><BR/>I think one of my defining moments happened when I was dating THE FINEST guy in school (in my opinion) when I was like 16. He ended breaking up with me because I always cared about what other people thought in all aspects of my life. He gave me words of advice (he was only 17): "BGG, you can't please everybody, so stop trying to." I learned so much from those words.Brown Girl Gumbohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11689638268372975916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-54859590480757197542008-04-26T11:01:00.000-04:002008-04-26T11:01:00.000-04:00my dad still tells me this story.....(as if i forg...my dad still tells me this story.....(as if i forgot)<BR/><BR/>when i was like 5....early in the morning, a homeless man was digging through the garbage looking for cans.....<BR/><BR/>I was outside with my dad and i remember stopping what we were doing.... running in the house and grabbing all the can i can find....<BR/><BR/>went outside and handed all my cans to the man!<BR/><BR/>i guess at that point my dad knew how much of a kind and giving person i am...and he felt so proud.<BR/><BR/>everytime i start to get a lil selfish my dad always remind me of that time about the man and the cans!!!! dammitThe Flyyesthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06210411477689239417noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-44894403020626321352008-04-26T00:39:00.000-04:002008-04-26T00:39:00.000-04:00i grew up a dancer and was always a writer...i thi...i grew up a dancer and was always a writer...i think getting awarded the "best performer" award and becoming the editor in chief of my highschool newspapers are moments i'll never forget.<BR/><BR/>-KBkit von b.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07681132765587874493noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-20583126637097493472008-04-25T21:53:00.000-04:002008-04-25T21:53:00.000-04:00I have been trying to post this all day. I think I...I have been trying to post this all day. <BR/><BR/>I think I've had many but these this was from my younger days. I was learning how to ride my bike and this boy named Boo kept jumping in front of me ( I was about 10 he was 15). As I rode around the block finally getting comfortable this fool jumps out and grabs the back of the bike and I crash into a car tailpipe cuts my leg right open. But I kept on riding (to my sisters dismay). When I look at this scar it reminds me that I am stronger than I think and to keep on ridingThe F_Uitlisthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05537743664312801916noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-479644870871330032008-04-25T18:52:00.000-04:002008-04-25T18:52:00.000-04:00i didnt really get to defining moments til later i...i didnt really get to defining moments til later in life<BR/><BR/>but that fucked up spelling bee<BR/>maaaaaan<BR/>i swear thats the source of my stage fright<BR/>i was good up til thendejanaehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07052082904553497262noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-3432484150469924222008-04-25T17:57:00.000-04:002008-04-25T17:57:00.000-04:00what great childhood memory would be going fishing...what great childhood memory would be going fishing with my grandparents to "Salt N Sea". I remember waking up in the morning in our camper and seeing huge diesel trucks dumping fresh fish in to the lake, that was so awesome.<BR/><BR/>Otherwise my childhood suck, for various reasons..<BR/><BR/>Have a good Weekend 12KyleCHA CHAhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04785976373696616237noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-4995579635764054802008-04-25T17:44:00.000-04:002008-04-25T17:44:00.000-04:00@ RezdilI'm just sayin'. LOLMaannnnnn, Freaknik '9...@ Rezdil<BR/>I'm just sayin'. LOL<BR/><BR/>Maannnnnn, Freaknik '94 is one of the reasons that I fell in love with Atlanta. I must have slept for 5 hrs...in 3 days!!! <BR/><BR/>I fell in love with the ladies soooooooooo many times over that weekend. It was unbelievable!12kylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11639316610856750674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-5533683483989813152008-04-25T17:37:00.000-04:002008-04-25T17:37:00.000-04:0012Kyle...don't remind me!!!another pivotal moment ...12Kyle...don't remind me!!!<BR/><BR/><BR/>another pivotal moment was Freaknik '94 in Atlanta....if you were there, YOU KNOW!!!....oceans and of beautiful us folks having a great time.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-84558728038465105822008-04-25T16:49:00.000-04:002008-04-25T16:49:00.000-04:00@ RezidlThanks bruh. I put in a lotta hard work to...@ Rezidl<BR/>Thanks bruh. I put in a lotta hard work to get to that point.<BR/><BR/>I remember when you came back from the Mother Land. I noticed a change in you. You didn't even get mad when I put 1,000 miles on your car while you were gone. LMAO!!!!!!!<BR/><BR/>@ Sojourner G<BR/>I feel you, bruh. I loooooove public speaking. I like being in control of a room. As long as I'm speaking about something that I like...I'm str8. <BR/><BR/>Preciate the words!<BR/><BR/>@ Jaded NYer<BR/>Mannnnnn, you make me laugh everytime that I read your blog. But it didn't take me long to realize that you are a damn good writer. <BR/><BR/>@ PRO<BR/>Grown and sexy off the yard, huh?? That means you were off the chain! LOL<BR/><BR/>We lived in dorms on campus but we "lived" off campus, too. Haaaaa<BR/><BR/>@ Tabu<BR/>I'm sure that was a very touching moment<BR/><BR/>@ Smaragd<BR/>No problem. Take ya time. We're here everyday like a stray cat who is looking for food.<BR/><BR/><BR/>@ Sexxy Luv<BR/>Yes! TMI! LOL<BR/><BR/>It could have been worse. I remember a girl who got her first visit from Aunt Flow when we were in class in middle school. And she had on some tight WHITE pants! LMAO!!!12kylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11639316610856750674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-11238511762525961272008-04-25T16:46:00.000-04:002008-04-25T16:46:00.000-04:00@ Keisha the KittenThis story is all to familiar. ...@ Keisha the Kitten<BR/>This story is all to familiar. You can't run from man's best friend. LoL. Good lesson, tho.<BR/><BR/>@ Brad<BR/>Wowwwwww! Your first introduction to how racist this world can be. <BR/><BR/>@ Torrance<BR/>Fa sho! I'll be telling this one until I'm 95<BR/><BR/>@ Miz<BR/>Awwwwwww. That is nice! You're right. You've had the crown ever since. Now, you're wearing the best poet crown!<BR/><BR/>@ OD<BR/>That is great lesson that was learned. We know how smart you were b/c u answered all the questions first in math class.<BR/><BR/>*i'm still hatin*<BR/><BR/>@ Queen<BR/>That's when you realized that you were the Queen...and they were NOT.<BR/><BR/>@ PCD<BR/>Classic!!! <BR/><BR/>"You hate me b/c you AIN'T me"12kylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11639316610856750674noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-20408089307093705692008-04-25T16:24:00.000-04:002008-04-25T16:24:00.000-04:00This may not be the answer that you are looking fo...This may not be the answer that you are looking for but hey! It's my answer.....<BR/><BR/>July of 1994 I was heading to high school that fall and still hadn't got my period..... I started to wonder what was the problem with my body.... all of my friends and cousins had there's, where was mines...... but then it happened.....I had on this tight all in one outfit it was bangin', as I was walking back from the park it felt really wet down there, and at that very moment I felt a transformation taking place,I started feeling like a woman....I smiled and let nature take it's course with me. <BR/><BR/>TMI?....I know hahaha!Sexxy Luvhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14570801991117260817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-74528417386349642152008-04-25T13:49:00.000-04:002008-04-25T13:49:00.000-04:00gee, have to really think about that. will be back...gee, have to really think about that. will be back when i'm done thinking.Smaragdhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12986342471593235987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-22173161055817314632008-04-25T11:57:00.000-04:002008-04-25T11:57:00.000-04:00I think women have several, I know I did.The most ...I think women have several, I know I did.<BR/><BR/>The most important one for me was seeing my dad cry when he came to the hospital to see me.Tabuhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09760473236404994336noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-87964765432963050532008-04-25T11:13:00.000-04:002008-04-25T11:13:00.000-04:00c-r-u-i-s-i-n-g. need more higher education. whe...c-r-u-i-s-i-n-g. need more higher education. whew.proacTiffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17971869524851167068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-87900202216502358802008-04-25T11:12:00.000-04:002008-04-25T11:12:00.000-04:00I just thought of one... While crusing through my ...I just thought of one... While crusing through my Alumni site memories: That fall I returned to college and moved off the damn yard! *got my grown and sexy on* LMAO I know you can relate; or did they make FB playas stay on dorm lockdown for the bust out?proacTiffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17971869524851167068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-87223734452452281132008-04-25T10:47:00.000-04:002008-04-25T10:47:00.000-04:00It was in HS sometime; I had this English teacher ...It was in HS sometime; I had this English teacher who was kinda one of those weird feminist types, didn't shave, etc, and she gave us an assignment where we had to take our vocabulary words and use them in sentences... I turned my assignment into a small story because she said we could. <BR/><BR/>She loved it, made me read it aloud, and the whole class loved it, too. And every week afterwards they were waiting for the next installment of my "short story"<BR/><BR/>That was sort of the "birth" of The Jaded NYer; she was the first person to tell me I had real talent, although I didn't really do much about it for many years.The Jaded NYerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12984061987021416142noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-75204526243823575972008-04-25T10:14:00.000-04:002008-04-25T10:14:00.000-04:00Now that is a heckuva defining moment. It's funny...Now that is a heckuva defining moment. It's funny that you never see them coming and sometimes it's years before you realize the role they play in who you ultimately become.<BR/><BR/>I used to "write" jokes, for and with my brother from another mother. We would hang out, have a good time and make each other laugh. One day he received the calling to go to Hollywood and pursue his dreams. I demanded that he teach me stand up, which he did.<BR/><BR/>The very first time I got on stage, nervous as all get out, they laughed. Then they laughed more, then more. When I was done, they all applauded enthusiastically and the MC went on and on about how it was my first time and blah blah blah.<BR/><BR/>Now you might think that meant the beginning of a career in show business. It did not.<BR/><BR/>What it meant was that I had overcome the fear of what 80% of people would rather die before doing: public speaking. The ability to be comfortable with public speaking helped me realize I have a gift for it. That gift has turned into both a vocation and a passion. Ultimately, it has clarified my role in the Kingdom of God.<BR/><BR/>As always, great post.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-49998523326746534492008-04-25T10:09:00.000-04:002008-04-25T10:09:00.000-04:00Who can argue with your "memory"? Sure it happened...Who can argue with your "memory"? Sure it happened JUST the way 12Kyle 'thunk-it-up' for THE Planet! LMAO<BR/><BR/>*thinking*<BR/><BR/>jury is still out on this childhood thing. it is a source of pain and frustration for your girl. a definite thing to be penned for memoirs sake. and that's not just rhetoric. i just don't talk about it as much (in blog land, lol). i think my defining moment will unearth in my ladder years. i'm such a late bloomer. <BR/><BR/>*age 7 not included*proacTiffhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17971869524851167068noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-23701260522165954972008-04-25T09:59:00.000-04:002008-04-25T09:59:00.000-04:00...turned you into the WR beast that you are till ......turned you into the WR beast that you are till this day...still can hit the break without having to down-weight!!!<BR/><BR/>Most defining moment...visiting the Doors of No Return at the Elmina Slaves Castles in West Africa, on the coast of the Atlantic Ocean. 100 million slaves passed through those huge double doors and not one ever made it back from the trans-Atlantic slave trade. IT HIT ME while standing on those ocean shores....I was of the same elk of those who made it through the middle passage, endured 400 years of back-breaking slavery, traversed civil rights and were now prospering. I had made it back!<BR/><BR/>...changed my life profoundly.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-45835023656229329292008-04-25T09:43:00.000-04:002008-04-25T09:43:00.000-04:00i was 15. girls would sing a song making fun of my...i was 15. girls would sing a song making fun of my hair whenever i was walking to class. it was so embarrassing. so i started to cover up in oversized clothes and find other ways to walk. then i walked past a mirror one day and realized i looked crazed in that get-up. i threw on a mini-skirt, let my hair hang down, and put on some girly sandals. that was the day i realized girls were evil, catty wenches....and they HATED ME CUZ THEY AIN'T ME-LOLOLOLOL!!!!<BR/><BR/>seriously, i started presenting myself the way i was most comfortable, regardless of the evil people. kids can be so cruel. once i did that, everyone wanted to be my friend then...ironicPCD (Pretty Circle Drawer)https://www.blogger.com/profile/03841214220651965401noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-39672804166752717452008-04-25T09:31:00.000-04:002008-04-25T09:31:00.000-04:00Cute Kyle...really cute. LOLMy defining moment hap...Cute Kyle...really cute. LOL<BR/><BR/>My defining moment happens to have taken place in high school. I was the reserved chic that nobody could really read, but wanted to get at. I became cool with a group of footballers. They flirted, and I reminded them that they had girlfriends, so I gave them no play. The girlfriends started hating, saying that I was trying to take their men. At that moment I realized that I was a stunner that posed a threat, and I've been working it like the model-type dyme piece that I am every since. LMAO!!!!! I kidd, I kidd...well maybe not.Queen of My Castlehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09733155605753992587noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-91093910426371701772008-04-25T09:21:00.000-04:002008-04-25T09:21:00.000-04:00wow...see this is why extra- curricular activities...wow...see this is why extra- curricular activities are so important for kids. I wish there had been more opportunities like that in my neighborhood or even at the neighborhood schools.<BR/><BR/>I was a pretty troubled teen. Smart, but a know-it-all that chose to do next to nothing at the gifted and talented school I attended.<BR/><BR/>I was not headed down the right path at all...the defining moment for me was seeing my teenage friends die and get caught up, selling and/or using drugs. Scared my azz straight.Jazzyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01186973972482369982noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-53000174130473003792008-04-25T08:50:00.000-04:002008-04-25T08:50:00.000-04:00Awe, that was so awesome. Mine would be when in wa...Awe, that was so awesome. Mine would be when in was 13 years old. I begged my mom to enroll me in Wendy Wards Modeling School...and so she obliged and started my classes. At the end of each session they have a fashion show and modeling contest. The Model of the year. I remember watching one of the most beautiful gurls strut by, and in awe of the winner that year Monica Fisher. I vowed to one day wear that crown. So the next year, i enter the contest, but not so good, i fell at the end of the runway...but that didn't stop me, i came back the following year...it was that year that i captured the crown of Model of the Year! A very defining moment for me...from then on, i captured many crowns.Mizrepresenthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02992754393960138393noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6813540610750501617.post-86833111887680131272008-04-25T08:34:00.000-04:002008-04-25T08:34:00.000-04:00thats classic, a memory u will have for a life t...thats classic, a memory u will have for a life timeAll-Mi-T [Thought Crime] Rawdawgbuffalohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08843040863123899426noreply@blogger.com