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I’d be happy alone. It

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She fell off the face of the Earth…let her find her way back.


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She fell off and it was hard. No one understood, least of all her. The lights seemed to dim, her spotlight taken. By who? By what? Don’t answer cause we all wonder.

But it wasn’t over, far from it. Something in her was hungry. Not just for herself, not just to prove them wrong. But for the greater purpose…

The greater purpose only she understood… and a few. The life was not real, but it was. Let her be…just… Let her be…

By: Pamela J…the ninja

Hour Glass


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Like the sands through the hour glass…so are the days of our lives.

Kind of got inspired by the infamous line we all know. But its true… Time flies. It comes with change. Unexpected and other wise. I guess this is a transition period in my life. I’m finally 21 but a post of that will come up soon enough. The blog will be going through a couple of changes too… I guess you could say now that I’m 21 I want to tweak a few things in my life. I’m all about improvement and taking the necessary steps to reaching my goals. I realized that I have a good thing going here and I need to keep at it, better yet improve!

Well I’m certainly very focused and extremely driven. I guess I only have one life and the sands of time keep going through. Share this with me.

Sincerely, Pamelaj (the ninja, wolf, soul sister)


I believe that …

I believe that books, once they are written, have no need of their authors. If they have something to say, they will sooner or later find readers; if not, they won’t. . . . I very much love those mysterious volumes, both ancient and modern, that have no definite author but have had and continue to have an intense life of their own. They seem to me a sort of nighttime miracle, like the gifts of the Befana, which I waited for as a child. . . . True miracles are the ones whose makers will never be known. . . . Besides, isn’t it true that promotion is expensive? I will be the least expensive author of the publishing house. I’ll spare you even my presence.- Elana Ferrante

Ooh la la…Pin me up


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Browsing the net sometimes makes for a few discoveries. This is not really much of a discovery but this is something that I never really put that much thought into. I am very much into vintage, the times, the music, the hair and most importantly and utterly reverently the amazing CARS!! Anyone that knows me knows that I am obsessed with vintage cars, the bigger the better in my books.

I came across these images on the internet today and I thought it would be fun to post them up, forget the fact that black women were segregated at this point in time. And remember that women were gorgeously voluptuous. For the love of fun!

PS: I am also writing a novel based in the 50s. Exciting stuff *wink*ImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImage