<?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-11756328</id><updated>2011-10-26T17:20:35.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love U Becuz U Take Me The Way That I Am</title><subtitle type='html'>Perfection = A Work in Progress</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>252</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-4819089992193723887</id><published>2009-04-25T19:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:00:26.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>OFFICALLY - Out of my control</title><content type='html'>Just a little nervous (about buying a house)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people out here - struggling to keep their home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND Im like who do I think I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its interesting that my Bishop spoke about this earlier this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that God raises up those who are blessed in the time of famine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(wow - why me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could get stuck on those questions - but its best for me to just accept that GOD has called me to do something GREAT (at a young age)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I might not always understand it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might be scared to do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now - ITS OFFICALLY OUT OF MY CONTROL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD has taken over - and I wouldnt have it any other way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-4819089992193723887?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4819089992193723887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=4819089992193723887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4819089992193723887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4819089992193723887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2009/04/offically-out-of-my-control.html' title='OFFICALLY - Out of my control'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-3407370991859471467</id><published>2009-04-25T19:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T19:46:00.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Everything is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;unconscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its - What our mind picks up&lt;br /&gt;although we do not stare&lt;br /&gt;at the painting in the corner of the room&lt;br /&gt;of the girl with the flower in her hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is exciting&lt;br /&gt;when you add an exclamation point at the end&lt;br /&gt;but it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; quite work that way&lt;br /&gt;when you are saying...&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS THE END!&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/11756328-3407370991859471467?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3407370991859471467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=3407370991859471467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/3407370991859471467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/3407370991859471467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2009/04/everything-is-unconscious-its-what-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-165566720577490669</id><published>2009-04-20T21:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:57:51.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ive been sleeping - time to wake up</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow;} &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;div id="Title" style="font:bold 13px verdana;width:320px; text-align:center;"&gt;Music Video:&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;a class="hov" style="display:block;width:310px;border:solid 2px black;padding:5px" &lt;br /&gt;    href="http://216.180.244.187/videos/b/beyonce/diva.html" target="_blank"&gt;Diva by (Beyonce) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=7,0,19,0" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_rQ5nPHcyzU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;autoplay=1&amp;autostart=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/_rQ5nPHcyzU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;autoplay=1&amp;autostart=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300" loop="false"  flashvars="autoStart=1" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p style="margin:3px 0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         &lt;a href="http://216.180.244.187" target=_blank&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Music Video Code by Video Code Zone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-165566720577490669?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/165566720577490669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=165566720577490669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/165566720577490669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/165566720577490669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2009/04/ive-been-sleeping-time-to-wake-up.html' title='Ive been sleeping - time to wake up'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-5147420342948529722</id><published>2009-04-20T21:52:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T21:53:53.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DONT LIKE IT!&lt;br /&gt;and I want you to know that I do not like to be ignored (screaming at the top of my lungs).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-5147420342948529722?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5147420342948529722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=5147420342948529722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/5147420342948529722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/5147420342948529722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-dont-like-it-and-i-want-you-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-4501008700897779144</id><published>2009-04-20T07:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T08:08:32.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Packing</title><content type='html'>How interesting that you would come around&lt;br /&gt;Looking for me - when I was not ready to be found&lt;br /&gt;Asking me where I been&lt;br /&gt;Like we some kind of kin -&lt;br /&gt;Folk&lt;br /&gt;Its raining today&lt;br /&gt;So much I think Im gonna be&lt;br /&gt;soaked&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Nina (Simone) - I think Im feeling the blues&lt;br /&gt;or its the kind of day&lt;br /&gt;you think of getting bad news&lt;br /&gt;I hope not&lt;br /&gt;I want good&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I get misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;So I pray&lt;br /&gt;for clarity&lt;br /&gt;and you say&lt;br /&gt;You scared of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this body&lt;br /&gt;I stand less than 6 feet tall&lt;br /&gt;I stand&lt;br /&gt;without GOD&lt;br /&gt;I would be nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did he bring me here to speak to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter&lt;br /&gt;Im almost through...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-4501008700897779144?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4501008700897779144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=4501008700897779144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4501008700897779144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4501008700897779144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-packing.html' title='Im Packing'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-1700928759162291024</id><published>2008-07-22T00:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T00:25:54.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do I feel - when I feel what Im feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long&lt;br /&gt;May be too long...&lt;br /&gt;in between thoughts and breaths&lt;br /&gt;I need more days&lt;br /&gt;more hours&lt;br /&gt;more minutes&lt;br /&gt;to take more steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more than that - I aint even wearin the right shoes&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt supposed to be here&lt;br /&gt;climbing mountains&lt;br /&gt;or filling my mind with clues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate more than anything&lt;br /&gt;more than you&lt;br /&gt;not knowing what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate more than anything&lt;br /&gt;writing words&lt;br /&gt;saying words&lt;br /&gt;that people take in their own way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take words that I form&lt;br /&gt;and dont let them loose their shape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take words that I form&lt;br /&gt;and dont let them arrive too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(incomplete)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-1700928759162291024?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1700928759162291024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=1700928759162291024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/1700928759162291024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/1700928759162291024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-do-i-feel-when-i-feel-what-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-962510423509044155</id><published>2008-02-26T22:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T22:27:31.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Far</title><content type='html'>So far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far Ive been eating terrible this week:&lt;br /&gt;tonight its hot pockets, last night fried chicken &amp;amp; I managed to eat some McDondalds a couple of days before that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far Im behind on my reading -&lt;br /&gt;Every time I get home (close to 10pm) Im so tired - my intentions are good but my actions are weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far Im thinking I no longer like Cran-Raspberry as much as I like Cran-Grape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far Im wondering if I will be able to catch up with old friends the way I want to and stop giving them excuses (so far, I have obligated myself to hang out with girlfriends next week and I still having managed to have lunch with Sandy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far its Tuesday and its still 3 more days left in this work week&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-962510423509044155?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/962510423509044155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=962510423509044155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/962510423509044155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/962510423509044155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-far.html' title='So Far'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-8763513135322397832</id><published>2008-02-24T21:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T23:09:21.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First thing...</title><content type='html'>So many things to do - only have 3 more hours left in this day&lt;br /&gt;Gotta wake up tomorrow and do it all over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I do when I come in from a long day of work (after greeting my nieces, sister &amp;amp; brother-n-law).  I turn on my heated mattress pad.  I like to feel warm (just about all the time).  I like the idea that lions lay in the sun and as a Leo (Lionness) myself - I have found it quite bliss to just let some sun rays - show me how clever God was when he created them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(By the way - do not judge me for mentioning my astrological sign and God in the same paragraph - its not "that" deep over here - smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I do when I get out the shower - I grab my towel - I do not dry off - but rather I walk to my bed and sit down to dry... Yep, I pretty much walk from the bathroom soak &amp;amp; wet.  Only one had a problem with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I do when I wake up - Say the Lord's Prayer and think about where my first cup of coffee is coming from (chik-fil-a, my sister made it, or will I have to wait until I reach work, rarely to I hit the Starbucks traffic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I do when I get in the office - Peek at what everyone is doing (they are great fakers), get a cup of coffee (it will either be my first or my next half a cup) &amp;amp; check my emails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I do when I see a cute guy - try NOT to look at him - these eyes are dangerous - lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing I do when I walk into a rool - concentrate on not falling and then see who is looking at me and at what part of my anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im too tired to finish this - but I think I may have started something&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-8763513135322397832?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8763513135322397832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=8763513135322397832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8763513135322397832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8763513135322397832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-thing.html' title='First thing...'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-6737189148002309956</id><published>2008-02-13T00:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T01:01:29.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;First Thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Valentine's Day is tomorrow - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Do I try to go and pick up last minute gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;or do I access my creative side and do something to knock their socks off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Second Thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Im not the one to be made a whole lot of promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Which is exactly why I no longer like to ask people to do things for me or to help me do something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;or the other hand I like surprises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It prevents me from being disappointed if I know that you planned to help me out or do something for me/with and I wasnt even expecting it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Third Thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Discipline &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;How do you break a bad habbit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know the bible says to "flee temptation"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I guess this is a part of growing up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;having more self-control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Forth Thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hmmm... My mom used to say to me - obedience is better than sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I thought I had to sacrifice someone special to me last week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I thought that in one sense gotten out of making a decision even though Ive seemed to prolong it by not addressing the issue (there's a purple elephant in the room drinking coffee - lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Last Thought:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;If I knew then - What I know now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Would I still make the same decision?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I woke up in the middle of the night thinking about how I dont reveal the "real me" more.  Seems as if I have convinced myself that the masses wont be able to understand this girl and so subpress - who she is, what she is - until there she is doing something "we" didnt know she would or could do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It is my own fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It is on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It is a problem I created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thus, its a problem only I can solve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just to think - I hated math in school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-6737189148002309956?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/6737189148002309956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=6737189148002309956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/6737189148002309956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/6737189148002309956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2008/02/5.html' title='5'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-8345585128330358404</id><published>2008-02-05T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T14:36:20.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God Knows What's Best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things I need to do&lt;br /&gt;But Im scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people that I need to talk to&lt;br /&gt;But I dont speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people who are hanging around my life&lt;br /&gt;But they dont contribute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are places I need to go&lt;br /&gt;But I havent brought a ticket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something going on&lt;br /&gt;But Im not sure what it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only God Knows&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-8345585128330358404?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8345585128330358404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=8345585128330358404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8345585128330358404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8345585128330358404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2008/02/god-knows-whats-best.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-7507123713857328443</id><published>2008-02-01T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:38:42.239-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drinking Tea...</title><content type='html'>Yes Im fresh off of coffee and like Sade said/sung I...&lt;br /&gt;"Feel No Pain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking of how you can be so dependent on a substance.  Things that make you go hmmm... (Like Arensio Hall)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much to say&lt;br /&gt;Still practicing silence&lt;br /&gt;Still practicing listening&lt;br /&gt;to whatever God has to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He speaks to me&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes my thoughts get in the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that me I ask&lt;br /&gt;or Him&lt;br /&gt;am I suppose to do this&lt;br /&gt;Do you really want me to stop taling to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Left&lt;br /&gt;cause you always go right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get some sleep&lt;br /&gt;stop staying up all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not supposed to be complicated&lt;br /&gt;You already knew the answer before you asked a thousand questions&lt;br /&gt;You already did your homework&lt;br /&gt;Before you signed up for this lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you think you dont know&lt;br /&gt;You knew&lt;br /&gt;Just remember&lt;br /&gt;be true -&lt;br /&gt;only to YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop second guessing&lt;br /&gt;It is what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is everything&lt;br /&gt;its not a pop quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont have to explain yourself&lt;br /&gt;or let others get into your mind&lt;br /&gt;Dont say your sorry&lt;br /&gt;Dont press rewind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except the highest bidder&lt;br /&gt;Your worth the price &lt;br /&gt;Your something nice&lt;br /&gt;to bring around&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that is why&lt;br /&gt;they want you around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read between the lines&lt;br /&gt;and bring it all together&lt;br /&gt;You managed to do it all&lt;br /&gt;even with the frigid weather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you managed to prove them wrong&lt;br /&gt;because they were planning your demise&lt;br /&gt;funny now&lt;br /&gt;you seem so confident&lt;br /&gt;funny now&lt;br /&gt;you can see pass the lies&lt;br /&gt;you can&lt;br /&gt;wipe water from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and make it float &lt;br /&gt;beneathe you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about that girl&lt;br /&gt;makes others&lt;br /&gt;seek you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when they come&lt;br /&gt;And when HE comes &lt;br /&gt;in the name of the father &amp; the son&lt;br /&gt;he will be the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until then &lt;br /&gt;Silence...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-7507123713857328443?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/7507123713857328443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=7507123713857328443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/7507123713857328443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/7507123713857328443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2008/02/drinking-tea.html' title='Drinking Tea...'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-8730732268119041560</id><published>2008-02-01T13:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T13:57:41.678-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flaws &amp; 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All'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-1731373312947565402</id><published>2008-01-31T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:43:35.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Me?</title><content type='html'>What am I doing with all this stuff on my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey its 10:46pm and Im already ready for B.E.D.&lt;br /&gt;What in the world is going on when Im ready for bed and not really thinking of anything else but digging my body deep under the covers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After diggin my body in the covers I sure do wish I had a warm body laying next to me (well not just any warm body) and I guess in time, I'll get what I want.&lt;br /&gt;Funny - Lauryn Hill said in one of her songs (When It Hurts So Bad)&lt;br /&gt;"What you want might make you cry - What you need might pass you by, IF YOU DONT CATCH IT!&lt;br /&gt;Hey but those arent my words yall&lt;br /&gt;But sure enough some words to live by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to think because I am a writer (in a sort) that I live by powerful words.  Funny some people know me to be someone who is always quoting a powerful or uplifting phrase.  I got to put those theories to use by saying it out loud to myself &amp;amp; sometimes to others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate too much lasgna tonight and now Im really feelin it - I can barely turn over because Im sooo stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; Thus - Im turning over to go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too tired to finish this&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I've been out all day&lt;br /&gt;Cuz Ive been on the internet&lt;br /&gt;blowing time away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I just brought a new IPod and Im somewhat addicted&lt;br /&gt;or becuz out of all the things i could be doing with my time&lt;br /&gt;I choose what is less restricted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss talking to you&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; now&lt;br /&gt;I miss spending time with you&lt;br /&gt;Do You Miss Me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-1731373312947565402?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1731373312947565402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=1731373312947565402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/1731373312947565402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/1731373312947565402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2008/01/miss-me.html' title='Miss Me?'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-7129470472519075874</id><published>2007-12-31T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:19:33.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If you dont plan - Plan to fail</title><content type='html'>Good Morning&lt;br /&gt;The day before a new year &amp;amp; Im soooooo exicted. I dont think Ive ever been this excited about going into a new year or at least not in a long time. (feels like the day before the first day of school)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have a couple of things that I need to take care of to make going into 2008 smooth, peaceful and with target results.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goals for the year: (Personal)&lt;br /&gt;Travel to 3 different countries this year (Costa Rica just has to be one of them)&lt;br /&gt;Buy my house by March&lt;br /&gt;Pay off my car and/or student loans&lt;br /&gt;Go visit my cousin Marcus for his birthday in February (Georgia)&lt;br /&gt;Go visit my grandma for her birthday in February (North Carolina)&lt;br /&gt;Go visit my cousin Nichelle in B'ham&lt;br /&gt;Go visit Maya &amp;amp; Dalila in NYC&lt;br /&gt;Spend more designated time with my mom&lt;br /&gt;Spend more time with Savion &amp;amp; Sandra&lt;br /&gt;Ryane's graduation (important event)&lt;br /&gt;Take at least one bible school class at my church&lt;br /&gt;Kiera's graduation and 18th birthday (important event)&lt;br /&gt;Recover all my lost property from my house fire (by February)&lt;br /&gt;Get engaged and/or married (to a serious propect)&lt;br /&gt;Buy more jewlery to fill my jewlery box up with&lt;br /&gt;Spend less money (take my lunch &amp;amp;/or stick to my budget)&lt;br /&gt;Come up with and follow a monthly budget&lt;br /&gt;Save $10,000&lt;br /&gt;Finish all dental work in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;Take my vitamins and stay in a constant optimal state of health&lt;br /&gt;Read all the books I started:&lt;br /&gt;Spider Spin Me a Web&lt;br /&gt;Why Men Marry Bitches&lt;br /&gt;Telling Lies for Fun &amp;amp; Profit&lt;br /&gt;A Confederacy of Dunces&lt;br /&gt;The Lexus and the Olive Tree&lt;br /&gt;The 48 Laws of Power&lt;br /&gt;(all of which Ive started and have yet to finish)&lt;br /&gt;Cut back on some of my pampering expenses (may have to start doing my own nails again)&lt;br /&gt;Do Yoga at least twice a week&lt;br /&gt;Drink 6-10 glasses of water daily&lt;br /&gt;Be more productive with my time&lt;br /&gt;Learn to say no - Actually say no and then walk away (I know its so Oprah &amp;amp; Doctor Phil)&lt;br /&gt;Go to morning prayer at least twice a week&lt;br /&gt;And lastly - think before I speak and speak more slowly when answering questions&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-7129470472519075874?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/7129470472519075874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=7129470472519075874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/7129470472519075874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/7129470472519075874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-you-dont-plan-plan-to-fail.html' title='If you dont plan - Plan to fail'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-2574817515389819791</id><published>2007-12-27T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:53:41.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I could slack off right now&lt;br /&gt;Not go into work and accomplish things&lt;br /&gt;Not listen to people's problems&lt;br /&gt;Not create a to-do-list of all the things I have-to/need-to do&lt;br /&gt;Not plan or write my goals for the coming year&lt;br /&gt;Not save&lt;br /&gt;Not be mindful - rather be reckless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-2574817515389819791?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2574817515389819791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=2574817515389819791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2574817515389819791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2574817515389819791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-wish-i-could-slack-off-right-now-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-9211554068914228316</id><published>2007-12-27T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:47:22.332-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Count down to a new year's celebration</title><content type='html'>I should be sleeping but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; up writing this blog&lt;br /&gt;I up because I ate something sweet and I reminded myself, although I am comfortable in my bed - I need to get up and brush my teeth (and so I did).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you knew - like I knew the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;inconvenience&lt;/span&gt; a tooth ache could cause - you would get out of your warm bed and brush your teeth too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this year I discovered that I had cavities due to drinking coffee - how absolutely terrible for me to discover this - considering that I do not plan to give it up.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, because I used to sip on coffee all day long it created a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pH&lt;/span&gt; in my mouth that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;acidic&lt;/span&gt; to my teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now because I actually (try) to listen to my dentist because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to be old with missing teeth.  I do not drink more than 2 cups of coffee and nothing passed 12&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; (noon)&lt;br /&gt;Besides, if I drink coffee all day - I wont even be hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - so its late 11:42pm&lt;br /&gt;Why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; I go to sleep again&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, because I got up to brush my teeth and then I remembered that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; doing for New Year's.  I need to see what my options are.  Being not used to "going out" on this evening - I really am drawing a blank.  I would like to get dressed up - but to spend money at a club or at a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; is not very appealing to me.&lt;br /&gt;So does anyone have any ideas??????????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice to get out of dodge - but then you have to decide North or South - East or West.  Although it would be really nice - traveling also includes lodging and then you might as well have spent that $100-$150 at the club (not)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 days to decided and I just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think I have enough time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-9211554068914228316?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/9211554068914228316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=9211554068914228316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/9211554068914228316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/9211554068914228316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/12/count-down-to-new-years-celebration.html' title='Count down to a new year&apos;s celebration'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-7277329080542902829</id><published>2007-12-23T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T16:14:36.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awkward Conversations</title><content type='html'>Im trying to think about what we have to talk about even when I feel like talking about stuff with you.&lt;br /&gt;I get a call that Im so used to answering and then Im answering all the standard questions until Im looking at my phone keeping track of the minutes (wow, have we managed to communicate a whole 2 minutes and 54 seconds). Only to then say - I'll talk to you some other time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-7277329080542902829?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/7277329080542902829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=7277329080542902829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/7277329080542902829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/7277329080542902829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/12/awkward-conversations.html' title='Awkward Conversations'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-2258732426845351847</id><published>2007-12-22T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T18:58:39.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant stop rambling</title><content type='html'>12:29am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I should be going to sleep. But Im up washing clothes, eating pecan pie and trying to finish this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny - Its like Im doing homework or something (nice assignment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey... why dont you say "Nice" anymore - must have been the word of the week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Pause)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew... Im back I had to brush my teeth after eating that pecan pie - Im sure my dentist will be VERY proud of me. Speaking of which - I will probably undergo major surgery next month as I have been putting of getting this route canal. Thank the heavenly Father that the tooth is not bothering me - but anyone who has ever had teeth pain - knows that that is the worst kind of pain (sorry I havent experience child birth) that one can experience. And, so I advoid it at all cost. Sometimes I forget and wake up in the middle of the night wash my face and brush my teeth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, getting off subject...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marathon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many people actually set a pace for the relationship experience they enter in. I mean most people would say that they are going with the flow, some take it slow and others fast-forward through the movie (LOL). I think I was more-so going with the flow on the first date with this guy that I will title in the paragraph Marathon. Only thing is that the flow picked up by the end of the date and it felt something like being on a treadmill that sped up all of suden. First your walking, walking faster, running until you are running unto the point of being out of control - tryng to press all the buttons that makes the machine slow down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew... my mind didnt recover from the Marathon because I wasnt ready to run. And as anyone not fit, not trained, mostly not prepared - I suffered - but not from sore muscles, more like sore decisions. Then again I wonder - have I become too exact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then, Ive been in training so that Im ready for the long stretch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman (I think Ralph Tresvant called it - a man with sensitivity) hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you dont always realize that there are not enough men who believe and practice some good old fashion chivary. This has taken me aback because I have learned to move fast, not wait for people (men, women, whomever) and I am totally un-prepared for someone who wants me to wait for them to open my car door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, thats pretty sad - because anyone that knows my mama would know that she would not even leave the car if her door wasnt opened for her -lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting tired&lt;br /&gt;trying to figure whats taking me so long to finish this post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15pm&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long day already and Im not sure what Im getting into&lt;br /&gt;Gotta call from Sandy last night and earlier today and as usual she is MIA&lt;br /&gt;She cracks me up and I know if she read this she would probably say that she feels the same thing about me sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet and hands are freezing - I think Im suffering from bad circulation&lt;br /&gt;on top of that - I cant stop rambling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-2258732426845351847?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2258732426845351847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=2258732426845351847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2258732426845351847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2258732426845351847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-cant-stop-rambling.html' title='I cant stop rambling'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-1166553074429556881</id><published>2007-12-21T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T00:29:37.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ready&lt;br /&gt;Set&lt;br /&gt;Go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont know what to call him (this new addition to my life-style)&lt;br /&gt;The Marathon Man&lt;br /&gt;The Gentle-Man&lt;br /&gt;or the Mis-Communicator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I will focus on all three points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello All - I know its been a while and my blogs have been rather dry as I have tried not to reveal certain things that have been going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently googled myself and found some interesting things that pulled up (or rather things that my name is associated with). So... when my blog appeared on the page - I noticed that certain pages were highlighted and it took me back to - &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"how I used to be."&lt;/span&gt; I guess I was &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(pausing for a minute -wondering if I still am)&lt;/span&gt; some what of a fire ball, a no tolerance, take it or - leave it kind of person that found myself entertained by all the random things that happen to me &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;(still now)&lt;/span&gt; on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, I went to the dealership to inquire about purchasing a set of keys &amp;amp; remote for my mom's car and I received 2 &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;"offers"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(take notes because my cousin always reminded me that I was constantly receiving offers - at this time I deciede to accept or deny applications)&lt;/span&gt; okay so one guy who has been trying to detail my car - for free, tint my windows - for free and take me out to ruth chris  (for the past 3 months) - made appoint to ask me if I wanted my car washed yesterday. When I actually said yes (to the car wash - in which I was going to pay for) he was no where to be found it was probably a blessing in disguise. I let him detail my car the last time I got an oil change and I couldnt get the nigga to stop calling me about tinting my window. &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;(By the way - I paid for it with cash)&lt;/span&gt; I mean, every day he called me asking me if this was the day I was going to allow him to do some "free advertisement" (if you didnt get that - no charge for the service or parts) on my not-so noticable vehicle. (Red-flag) Seeing how much he was bugging me for that - going out to dinner was definitely a NO-NO, I dont need any leches... The mere fact that he had my number was simple for &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;business purposes&lt;/span&gt; when I needed a repair on my car and had to leave it at the dealership. He - being the kind person he is, dropped me off and picked me back up after the car was finished (Folks, they had to do this because they refused to give me a loaner car). I guess to make a clear point he deciedes not to drop me off not in the company car but in his own vehicle (Benz truck - a BIG whatever to me) because it was more convient. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Red Flag)&lt;/span&gt; He even offered to let me drive his car while working on my car &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(Red Flag)-&lt;/span&gt; I happily &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DENIED&lt;/span&gt;, thats too kind and I really dont know you or your insurance policy like that. He now holds the un-defeated title of : &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mr Super Pressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Offer at the car dealership - is probably because he wants me to buy another car. Although, I really couldnt tell at the point where he shook my hand long enough for me to feel weird about it. Then he started asking about how my holidays were going and what was I in for today... blah blah blah. He gets no title - should he re-appear the next time I go to the dealership for service, maybe then I can gadge what he really wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about this new guy that makes me THINK and not my normal everyday thinking in which I try to read a persons thoughts/intentions vs. their actions. I can't even explain how Im thinking in this case. I think Im the subject of &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"what's a girl like you doing single?"&lt;/span&gt; This very question alone posed in ones mind only leads to doubts about how genuine I am - which actually I wonder the same thought... &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"what's a guy like you doing single?"&lt;/span&gt; TOO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For anyone who really wants to know - WHY, I am single. &amp;amp; this is no candid response - the truth of the matter is that (&amp;amp; I will only speak for &amp;amp; of myself leaving the other person out of it) I have to be me... and I cant be me (comfortably) around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Okay - its time for me to go to the company Christmas Party - so I will have to finish this later&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/11756328-1166553074429556881?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1166553074429556881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=1166553074429556881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/1166553074429556881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/1166553074429556881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/12/ready-set-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-3619112384771946161</id><published>2007-12-19T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T13:55:21.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Long conversations about nothing&lt;br /&gt;about something &lt;br /&gt;you heard&lt;br /&gt;or observed&lt;br /&gt;and yet&lt;br /&gt;you werent preturb&lt;br /&gt;to hear that you were falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go thinking&lt;br /&gt;again&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go wishing&lt;br /&gt;and then&lt;br /&gt;I called you&lt;br /&gt;just to say&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;in the worst way&lt;br /&gt;I touch you&lt;br /&gt;and you take me to places Ive never been&lt;br /&gt;Im lying&lt;br /&gt;I've been there before&lt;br /&gt;but its nice to return there again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder&lt;br /&gt;why you walk away from me&lt;br /&gt;or you run away&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would just stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Dont make me have to ask you this way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-3619112384771946161?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3619112384771946161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=3619112384771946161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/3619112384771946161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/3619112384771946161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-conversations-about-nothing-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-196821251357697916</id><published>2007-11-22T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T14:21:22.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here</title><content type='html'>Its been easy to sign on and change the theme song(s) that is now being played on my blog. Cant quite share as much as I used to. So much is going on and then at times -there is nothing going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always respected Jay-Z for his lyrics. Then again, any writer is attached to words because they seem to make up our being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life is very intriguing - to know that its all been planned out. He's just up there seeing if we are making the right choices before being pushed along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here trying to be myself&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to follow all the rules because then I wouldn't have fun and it wouldn't be genuine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here and you are&lt;br /&gt;where ever you should be&lt;br /&gt;don't know if its with me&lt;br /&gt;even when your physically with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here and you are&lt;br /&gt;probably thinking of me &lt;br /&gt;probably thinking that we&lt;br /&gt;could continue to enjoy - each other's company&lt;br /&gt;until then&lt;br /&gt;we pretend&lt;br /&gt;that we don't share a connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here and you are&lt;br /&gt;on my mind&lt;br /&gt;what I think of&lt;br /&gt;Please don't waste my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have plenty of distractions&lt;br /&gt;be something else&lt;br /&gt;give me something good&lt;br /&gt;something you would give yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here and you are&lt;br /&gt;more than I expected&lt;br /&gt;even with all the data I've collected&lt;br /&gt;I'm overwhelmed at times&lt;br /&gt;I'm here&lt;br /&gt;waiting - for more of this story to unwind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-196821251357697916?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/196821251357697916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=196821251357697916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/196821251357697916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/196821251357697916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/11/here.html' title='Here'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-4794412038618383494</id><published>2007-11-22T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T14:02:07.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Ones</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id='Title' style='font:bold 13px verdana;width:310px'&gt;Music Video:&lt;a class='hov' style='display:block;width:310px;border:solid 2px black;padding:5px' href="http://216.180.244.187/videos/j/jay_z/lost_one_feat_chrisette_michele.html?userid=undefined" target='_blank'&gt;LOST ONE (FEAT. CHRISETTE MICHELE)  (by Jay-Z)&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name='RAOCXplayer' src='http://216.180.244.187/videos/j/jay_z/lost_one_feat_chrisette_michele_299096.asx' type='application/x-mplayer2' width='300' height='300' autostart='0' ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='0' loop='true' EnableContextMenu='0' DisplaySize='0' pluginspage='http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin:3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href='http://216.180.244.187/?userid=undefined' class=ll target=_blank&gt;Music Video Code provided by Video Code Zone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://216.180.244.187/rstats.php?userid=undefined" width="0" height="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-4794412038618383494?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4794412038618383494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=4794412038618383494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4794412038618383494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4794412038618383494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/11/lost-ones.html' title='Lost Ones'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-9011924524042937181</id><published>2007-11-19T10:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T11:13:49.022-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We make mistakes but God doesnt</title><content type='html'>I read this once:  We make mistakes but GOD doesnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... So although I feel like I want to go back and correct the T's I forgot to cross or the I's I forgot to dot. Its too late - but maybe - (just hopefully, my GOD will work it out for my good)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Im dealing with some aftershock. You know like when you get into a car accident and you just hoped that you were hurt enough to sue the bastard and/or get some extra money out of the idiot that hit you.  I know people who have no problem signing up for physical therapy, missing work so that they can recover lost wages or the extreme wearing a brace around their neck. But then you realize this doesnt feel so good after all.  This is actually an inconvenience to be sore, to be hurt, to feel discomfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about what I wanted to say and because Im too darn smart for my own good - I over anaylze (just about everything).  &lt;br /&gt;Its funny - the bible says "Lean not to your own understanding" So, I asked around and it seems like it made it worst.  Yep - its offically - you messed up. &lt;br /&gt;Should - Coulda - Woulda and if that was me &lt;br /&gt;Seems like always - there are too many rules to follow and Im just tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;When am I going to be able to make a freggin mistake and get a chance to redeem myself?&lt;br /&gt;Most inventors are known for making mistakes - time and time again, until they got it right.  &lt;br /&gt;If I can - I want to be in that mode, where I just keep working at it until its right and use the mistakes I've made as a tool to make it better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-9011924524042937181?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/9011924524042937181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=9011924524042937181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/9011924524042937181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/9011924524042937181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/11/we-make-mistakes-but-god-doesnt.html' title='We make mistakes but God doesnt'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-8322832761050320258</id><published>2007-11-05T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T18:56:48.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The world seems so far away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a114/LHarley/SeansSmile.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world seems so far away as I look at it through my near-sighted eyes.  And who would of thought (surely not me) that I would need to see things so close up or with additional assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received this picture today - among other beautiful pictures from someone I thought I would be calling my sister-in-law.  &lt;br /&gt;Again, I say - the world seems so far away&lt;br /&gt;and my new desire is to not even look that far (away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blessed with many things - but saying how I feel when I feel it is definetly not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;If someone - anyone could see the process that I go through to define, catergorize or understanding what Im thinking or feeling.  They would wait to see me reveal - what Im thinking or feeling (hopefully with patience).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much too complicated - I find myself making smart remarks to people who disappoint me and/or piss me off.  Its like my answer to them is to be cynical &lt;br /&gt;By the time I realize what has really bothered me  - it time for me to pull out my list of smart ass comments and fire away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 6:41pm &amp; I will be able to leave the office (somewhat early today).  I am glad that my sister-in-law is back (in the office) but Im still completely able to take that trip to "pleasure town" (as of yet).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State of Being for the day: Moody and Werid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moody because - I just dont want to be bothered.  My phone rings &amp; because I dont want to be nasty, I answer "some" calls.  I realize that answer certain calls are a waste of my time and I really have nothing to say &amp; so I go into silence as I think what a dumb conversation we are NOT having.  I wait 2-5 minutes and talk about reading a book (however, its not a lie - but definetly a preference than being on the phone).  Im moody because so many people want to have access to me and I think its a little selffish of them.  Im moody beacause, I wish I had something to say and someone to say it to. Im moody because Im trying to stop drinking so much coffee - but its hard.  Im moody because some body moved my cheese (no really) some body moved my lime juice that I've been using to put in my water.  Im moody because I dont know how to sleep anymore - I used to sleep heavy, I used to relax - now Im so darn anxious.  Im moody because I want to go somewhere - but dont know where and it bothers me that I can make a decision about something so simple.  Im moody because I dont even know when is the next time Im going to have sex. Im moody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird because I cant put my finger on it - but I know its there, I practically see it but cant get close enough to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have 8 minutes before I leave this place today and its weird that I actually get to leave this place early&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-8322832761050320258?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8322832761050320258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=8322832761050320258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8322832761050320258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8322832761050320258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/11/world-seems-so-far-away.html' title='The world seems so far away'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-6864406158101090863</id><published>2007-11-01T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-22T13:44:05.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id='Title' style='font:bold 13px verdana;width:310px'&gt;Music Video:&lt;a class='hov' style='display:block;width:310px;border:solid 2px black;padding:5px' href="http://216.180.244.187/videos/j/jay_z/excuse_me_miss.html?userid=undefined" target='_blank'&gt;EXCUSE ME MISS  (by Jay-Z)&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name='RAOCXplayer' src='http://216.180.244.187/videos/j/jay_z/excuse_me_miss_439213.asx' type='application/x-mplayer2' width='300' height='300' autostart='0' ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='0' loop='true' EnableContextMenu='0' DisplaySize='0' pluginspage='http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin:3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href='http://216.180.244.187/?userid=undefined' class=ll target=_blank&gt;Music Video Code provided by Video Code Zone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://216.180.244.187/rstats.php?userid=undefined" width="0" height="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-6864406158101090863?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/6864406158101090863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=6864406158101090863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/6864406158101090863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/6864406158101090863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/11/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse me...'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-844163459552210494</id><published>2007-10-31T16:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T17:01:22.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate fun in AC (Atlanta City). HAPPY BIRTHDAY COUSIN!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a114/LHarley/MeAaron.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture: Me and Aaron&lt;br /&gt;I dont have too many pics of me at the party - because I got there super late. However, the party didnt end til about 5am - 6am&lt;br /&gt;I do have some funny stories - just ask my cousin, who told me the following morning to stay off the table (YOU REALLY HAD TO BE THERE)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-844163459552210494?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/844163459552210494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=844163459552210494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/844163459552210494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/844163459552210494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-hate-fun-in-ac-atlanta-city.html' title='I hate fun in AC (Atlanta City). HAPPY BIRTHDAY COUSIN!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-5482006425282644518</id><published>2007-10-29T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T18:26:00.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes - (Inspired by nothing/something/everything)</title><content type='html'>Sometimes Im over it already&lt;br /&gt;By the time you come to me&lt;br /&gt;By the time you say to me&lt;br /&gt;You're ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Im feeling you again&lt;br /&gt;Feeling us and then&lt;br /&gt;You remind me&lt;br /&gt;You confine me&lt;br /&gt;You blind me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Im thinking too much&lt;br /&gt;Wait...&lt;br /&gt;I always think too much&lt;br /&gt;and I think you think too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I hear the silence&lt;br /&gt;and the thickness in the air&lt;br /&gt;on your end&lt;br /&gt;is just as heavy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Im too forgiving&lt;br /&gt;too ready to move on&lt;br /&gt;too ready to wipe up the spilled milk&lt;br /&gt;until its not only all over the floor&lt;br /&gt;its all over the wall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I dream about u&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think about u&lt;br /&gt;but I let it burn&lt;br /&gt;cause feeling the way that I do&lt;br /&gt;you are a lesson I have to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I dont realize why I do the things that I do&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I love you&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Im through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Im screaming - FUCK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;in my head&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Im listening to your words&lt;br /&gt;and cant believe what you just said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I - Just - Dont - Know&lt;br /&gt;But Im still who I am&lt;br /&gt;If I was anything else&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you so&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-5482006425282644518?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5482006425282644518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=5482006425282644518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/5482006425282644518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/5482006425282644518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/10/sometimes-inspired-by.html' title='Sometimes - (Inspired by nothing/something/everything)'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-4157701672597087443</id><published>2007-10-25T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T19:25:36.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Im sorry I have to avoid your call&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry I have to put Don't Answer next to your number&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry - I cant have you liking me (too much)&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry...&lt;br /&gt;I just cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry you're too young&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry you're too old&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry this isnt right&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry&lt;br /&gt;good night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry this doesnt interest me&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry - you wont let me be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-4157701672597087443?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4157701672597087443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=4157701672597087443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4157701672597087443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4157701672597087443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/10/im-sorry-i-have-to-avoid-your-call-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-6997216980180398848</id><published>2007-10-25T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T08:43:15.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This kind of life is getting expensive - 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Ive been literally exhausted&lt;br /&gt;Still staying in the office until 8 or 9pm&lt;br /&gt;Still going home to sore muscles and an exhausted body&lt;br /&gt;Having enough time to eat and fall fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the life to live for a young person?&lt;br /&gt;My cousin (in Atlanta) keeps motivating me to stay focus on work and leave people and things alone - for the most part some of it is a distraction.  But then I think - what will I do when I get to the other side?  Will I have enough time then to manage it all (business and pleasure)?&lt;br /&gt;So many people (not even family) are asking me when am I going to get married.  As if it was a sin for me to be single and successful. &lt;br /&gt;I wish they stop talking about it -&lt;br /&gt;I don't even want to think about it (right now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently had a new book idea - but haven't finished the other book yet.  Little pep talks to myself recently go like this:&lt;br /&gt;Slow down&lt;br /&gt;Breathe&lt;br /&gt;Finish this first - then go on to the next thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive almost mastered "not rushing" when I feel like I'm spinning in circles, driving to fast or my heart is beginning to beat faster - I stay - its not worth it to rush it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is upset with myself mostly -&lt;br /&gt;I try to treat people the way - I want to be treated (like the good book says)&lt;br /&gt;But then when I don't get what I want I think - what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm wrong for expecting to get it from certain people&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should be thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;futuristically&lt;/span&gt; that I'm planting a seed for someone else to treat me the way I want to be treated...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, someone said they could hear me thinking&lt;br /&gt;Believe me I'm always thinking&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thinker&lt;br /&gt;I think of so many things&lt;br /&gt;(so many things)&lt;br /&gt;you wouldn't even believe it&lt;br /&gt;you couldn't conceive it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know more than what I show&lt;br /&gt;maybe too afraid to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;then too afraid to be right&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell what is worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being wrong and having other people point out your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;or being right and having to realize it was a mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So maybe if someone asks me that question right now (what are you afraid of?)&lt;br /&gt;my new answer is:&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I'm right and your wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-4439878300803107574?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4439878300803107574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=4439878300803107574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4439878300803107574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4439878300803107574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/10/right-and-wrong.html' title='Right and Wrong'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-4117207017465393120</id><published>2007-10-18T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T18:20:31.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Maybe I shouldnt have said all that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;But I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and that starts the problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Opening my BIG mouth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then when I dont (open my mouth)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;people wonder why I dont have nothing to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The irony - of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Howard Homecoming Weekend&lt;br /&gt;The very weekend that I somewhat despise -&lt;br /&gt;The very weekend that the whole darn city parties and I happily avoid the crowds and the nonsense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've recently made a habbit of avoiding people.  Right now Im looking at a view missed calls and hoping they call back - when Im in a better mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we go... what's exciting about my day today.  Nothing too much - I guess.  Earlier, I was extremely PISSED at the "blonde secretary" who came over an hour and a half late today.  Im looking at her right now as I type this -&lt;br /&gt;Her effort to make it up to me by "doing her job" is great - I just wish I was more tolerate at times and not so easily angered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its this rage that it coming out of me?&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps&lt;br /&gt;Thats making me so darn edgy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, my business partner got on my last nerve&lt;br /&gt;My normal reaction was to keep the anger in&lt;br /&gt;But this time I was sooooooooo blown&lt;br /&gt;I expressed myself&lt;br /&gt;I expressed it&lt;br /&gt;and now I look at it and her differently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a song in my head - Cher, "If I could turn back time"&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt that be a useful powerful I would love to have&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-4117207017465393120?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4117207017465393120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=4117207017465393120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4117207017465393120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4117207017465393120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/10/maybe-i-shouldnt-have-said-all-that-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-6447566452535827391</id><published>2007-10-16T08:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T09:38:42.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe now I sleep too hard</title><content type='html'>Cant seem to wake up in the mornings&lt;br /&gt;Im currently using my cell phone as an alarm clock and it has proven not to be effective when it comes to snoozing.&lt;br /&gt;At my old home/place - my alarm clock was across the room and so every 10 minutes I would have to get up out of my warm cozy sheets to shut the darn thing off&lt;br /&gt;(Since then... getting out of bed hasnt been the same)&lt;br /&gt;Even when I was temporarily in between places - the movement of another person in the room, helped me to realize that I must get up and get started with my day&lt;br /&gt;(And I guess that goes to show not to depend on other people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new ritual before going to bed includes drinking a cup of Tension Tamper tea to unwind and placing a warm/hot neck warmer where-ever is sore or tired.  This is a good subsitution to my occassional glass a wine, I used to drink before bed that my mother constantly questioned me about.  Dont get me wrong the wine is still available - but what's the point when Im no longer having trouble sleeping?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-6447566452535827391?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/6447566452535827391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=6447566452535827391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/6447566452535827391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/6447566452535827391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/10/maybe-now-i-sleep-too-hard.html' title='Maybe now I sleep too hard'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-4531550656248896410</id><published>2007-10-11T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:58:34.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just somethings Im thinking about - 2</title><content type='html'>My mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh I Love Her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean if I was a man - I would marry her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there are a few things - I often find myself making little wishes that I dont grow up and do like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there are regular people (and some important people) in my life that I sometimes look at they're ways and say to myself - NOT ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I have developed enuf bad habits (see any of my coffee references) to know that I just dont want no one elses ideals. And I've said this before and Im gonna say it again - what works for you may not work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me - what works is the freedom to choose spontaneously what I may do in that day, that week, that month, that year or that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me - what works is sleeping in and going to the office late. I am more incline to stay later at work that I am to show up on time. Funny thing is that I was talking to a friend about when I was a flight attendant I woke up so early (I mean sometimes 2 hours a head of time &amp;amp; I lived literally around the corner from the airport) because I was so afraid of being late. There was obviously a consequence for me to go through all that and thus I know that in some situations a consequence must be implied in order for me to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me - what works is getting out of the house at least once a day. When I lived in the Adams area I walked to get coffee. Was the coffee that good - nope! But I got out of the house, cleared my mind and probably came up with some creative ideas. I used to walk a lot (when I didnt have a car) now I drive - listen to music and waste gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me - the issue is not about wasting gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me - the food must be served hot, have a nice appearance or presentation and be good. I happen to bellieve that I have a good taste for food (even when i do put a little more salt that I should).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me - having several clothing items that are black is not depressing - just easy to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me - my hair must be done at all times and must look nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me - love is something I do well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me - to love someone is to love hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me - falling out of love is harder than falling into love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me - taking a trip together is not about keeping up with the Jones'es - its about getting to know how a person is when Im in a different place and their all I have to depend on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me - money will come and money will go and then again money will always be around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me - God is an important part of life's equation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me - There is no other person I'd rather be - than me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-4531550656248896410?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4531550656248896410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=4531550656248896410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4531550656248896410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4531550656248896410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-somethings-im-thinking-about-2.html' title='Just somethings Im thinking about - 2'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-4652077078070809660</id><published>2007-10-11T07:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T07:22:34.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just somethings Im thinking about</title><content type='html'>Why does every person (that I know) who has the Apple I-Phone (really) want me to know that they have that phone?  Its like people are determined to slip it in the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;For example: If the call drops (which happens often if you have Cingular/AT&amp;amp;T - dont believe the commerical hype). The call drops and within the explaination you may here... Its this I-Phone I got, I mean its good but they are still working out the kinks.&lt;br /&gt;Shut the hell up!&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;and go get off of your Apple High Horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing against Apple - I just dont want to hear about how great they are all the time.  You act like they created the Sun and the Moon while they were at it...&lt;br /&gt;Whew... just a little vent&lt;br /&gt;Now this whole story would be extremely funny if I told you I was on an Apple Laptop computer but presently I dont have one (Hint... Hint)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-4652077078070809660?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4652077078070809660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=4652077078070809660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4652077078070809660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4652077078070809660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-somethings-im-thinking-about.html' title='Just somethings Im thinking about'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-506925909617385941</id><published>2007-10-07T23:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:44:38.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night the DJ saved my life</title><content type='html'>I guess in this case you can't really put a price on a memory or experience and for that - the person who came up with the MasterCard marketing tactic - is truly priceless (in my book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was uncertain (I mean down to the very second) - I went to the reunion and enjoyed myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I am learning to listen to myself more - which Im learning I have a pretty good intution of things and people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the people (who showed up) and Im talking out of a class of 500-600 about 100 folks showed up (if that many) and it was a flash back alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the girls that hated me because I was skinny/slim and cute - were quickly reminded that I hadnt changed one bit &lt;br /&gt;And so, they thought it was necessary for them to guard their husbands and/or significant others&lt;br /&gt;when all I was really trying to do is mingle (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;and it really wasnt that serious&lt;br /&gt;(Im laughing because Im thinking of the Keyshia Cole and Missy Elliot song - I dont want your man...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were several times throughout the night that I decided to leave (before the event was over) but as the song says "Last night the DJ saved my life" and he really did.  &lt;br /&gt;I jokingly told my friend Bah - that I had made 3 booty calls (a name of a dance and song) by 10pm - so I was tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was quite fun being out and I am one of those people who genuinely likes to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.... I could feel the hate and for that reason - I'll say - 10 years wasnt enough time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I go to another reunion - Probably NOT&lt;br /&gt;So for that - I guess it was worth $60 bucks (kinda)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-506925909617385941?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/506925909617385941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=506925909617385941' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/506925909617385941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/506925909617385941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-night-dj-saved-my-life.html' title='Last night the DJ saved my life'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-2700965572771376162</id><published>2007-10-07T23:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T10:33:55.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Change of Pace</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id='Title' style='font:bold 13px verdana;width:310px'&gt;Music Video:&lt;a class='hov' style='display:block;width:310px;border:solid 2px black;padding:5px' href="http://216.180.244.187/videos/l/lenny_kravitz/heaven_help.html?userid=undefined" target='_blank'&gt;HEAVEN HELP  (by Lenny Kravitz)&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name='RAOCXplayer' src='http://216.180.244.187/videos/l/lenny_kravitz/heaven_help_575536.asx' type='application/x-mplayer2' width='300' height='280' autostart='0' ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='0' loop='true' EnableContextMenu='0' DisplaySize='0' pluginspage='http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin:3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href='http://216.180.244.187/?userid=undefined' class=ll target=_blank&gt;Music Video Code provided by Video Code Zone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://216.180.244.187/rstats.php?userid=undefined" width="0" height="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-2700965572771376162?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2700965572771376162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=2700965572771376162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2700965572771376162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2700965572771376162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/10/change-of-pace.html' title='Change of Pace'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-5371056037224992115</id><published>2007-10-07T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T22:29:46.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons and Rules</title><content type='html'>Life's Lessons and Rules:&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today - I over heard myself tell a friend my age (28) and it suddenly dawned on me that I am indeed getting older&lt;br /&gt;It actually was someone of a shock to me as I am so use to people thinking that I am younger or being the youngest individual in the group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my clients think that I've just graduated from high school or college if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; lucky&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have any children which seems to make you older or wiser in someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; eyes&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not married - which some people think is another sign of maturity- being able to commit to something and/or someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall my old boss saying to me "&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I wish you were married or had children because then I would feel you would "need this job" and stay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes - she (I had a female boss) actually said this to me&lt;br /&gt;and I was dumbfounded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I presently think that its potentially MORE difficult taking care of yourself - especially when society set up to help people who have families&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say - this has been happening to me my whole life&lt;br /&gt;I am the youngest of SEVEN siblings and all of them - are opinionated and would love to tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I think this has put me on the defense when I run into others who may feel prone to instruct me in areas that they assume I need help in&lt;br /&gt;I am presently not denying any help&lt;br /&gt;Just evaluating the fact that most people think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not smart enough to make a "mature" decision on my own&lt;br /&gt;So this where I think &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(and I mean think hard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did I go wrong&lt;br /&gt;what did I say or NOT say to make YOU think that&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;its my fault&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; give you all the details&lt;br /&gt;and honestly - I have a tendency to do this a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own secret trust issues - that makes me hold information inside of me - until I can come up with an ideal solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see people make all kind of dumb decisions daily&lt;br /&gt;and yet&lt;br /&gt;because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not married&lt;br /&gt;because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have children&lt;br /&gt;because people &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; see the gray hair - that has taken shape in the form of an eye lash&lt;br /&gt;am I NOT where I should be&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a young (dumb) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;blonde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you - I have never felt or heard the clock ticking as I did today&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I am rushing to buy a house&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I am rushing to find a soul mate&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I am rushing to have children and have my body go through all kinds of changes&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, I am rushing to die (retirement fun, insurance policy, 401k)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; rushing&lt;br /&gt;Running a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;freggin&lt;/span&gt; marathon&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not living&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just working hard&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not enjoying a damn thing about my life right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a book once called &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Black Girl in Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect title for me&lt;br /&gt;perfect book for me&lt;br /&gt;(Black girl moves to Paris to pursue a writing career  - blah, blah blah- see what I mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the book, the author made several profound statements that I sometimes quote (depending on the situation):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;A bomb will kill U instantly - Love will make U wish you were dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why - but I connected with that statement)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow - another thing she said was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Make rules and break them"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What sense does that make?&lt;br /&gt;Actually take out the time to come up with a standard, rule, or condition and then arbitrary break it!&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing about this - is that I USED to think this was pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; starting to think in my old age (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;this is not going work well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I happen to know people who live by codes, rules and standards that they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; break for no body&lt;br /&gt;Not even their own momma&lt;br /&gt;and so -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; very tempted to try it&lt;br /&gt;a different way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;(definition of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;insanity&lt;/span&gt;: doing the same thing and expect different results)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Develop some rules&lt;br /&gt;somethings that I will not do&lt;br /&gt;so far here are 5 rules I've come up with (to start):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I will not date a person for more than 2 years - if it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; going anywhere by the 2 year mark - its not going to go anywhere and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; simply spinning my wheels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I will compromise in certain areas - but I will not change: the way I think or who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I will accept your first answer as your truest answer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I will not be afraid to say no or hurt your feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I will pray about things I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand and let go and let God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-5371056037224992115?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5371056037224992115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=5371056037224992115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/5371056037224992115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/5371056037224992115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/10/life-lessons-and-rules.html' title='Life Lessons and Rules'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-5857586827711903006</id><published>2007-10-04T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:46:53.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing more to say</title><content type='html'>HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I keep finding myself at the CD - DEPOT!&lt;br /&gt;Running across CD's that are aparently now - "out of print"&lt;br /&gt;Getting my grove onto&lt;br /&gt;Lucy Pearl&lt;br /&gt;Phyllis Hyman&lt;br /&gt;Alanis Morrisette&lt;br /&gt;Nina Simone&lt;br /&gt;Tori Amos&lt;br /&gt;Lenny Kravitz&lt;br /&gt;Kelis&lt;br /&gt;Madonna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean.. talk about a heck of a Music Library&lt;br /&gt;And if you've seen "I Think I Love My WIfe" - I dont exactly have "nigga ears"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its Thursday&lt;br /&gt;I woke up on the stuffy and congested side of the bed this morning&lt;br /&gt;I woke up trying to fight my crave for coffee&lt;br /&gt;not understanding why after I brought all this "healthy" herbal and white tea&lt;br /&gt;Why I cant seem to drink it&lt;br /&gt;I even brought honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess some things which are good for you - or not so good&lt;br /&gt;you cant seem to let go&lt;br /&gt;its like something has to happen for you to - kick the habit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im starting to think that Im a clinger&lt;br /&gt;and not an initial clinger&lt;br /&gt;but I gradually become use to somethings in my environment and become unsettled when things dont remain constant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if its okay - being this honest about myself&lt;br /&gt;knowing that someone - anyone can read this and classify me, judge me and maybe decide to stay away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im basically starting to live by the model -&lt;br /&gt;"I never said I was perfect"&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite movies, shows and even books - deplict this attitude&lt;br /&gt;Hence... Bridget Jones Diary&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; My favorite part is when he told her... I dont like all these things about you - but at the same time - I love you for you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND... I think I'll end this here&lt;br /&gt;(nothing more to say)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-5857586827711903006?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5857586827711903006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=5857586827711903006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/5857586827711903006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/5857586827711903006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/10/nothing-more-to-say.html' title='Nothing more to say'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-2320981224794146076</id><published>2007-10-02T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:58:48.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I really was blogging&lt;br /&gt;If I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; was expressing&lt;br /&gt;If I really was telling it&lt;br /&gt;Like it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be afraid&lt;br /&gt;To mention Names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be afraid&lt;br /&gt;To be quoted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be afraid&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;embarrass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or Be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;confusing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mis&lt;/span&gt;-understood&lt;br /&gt;what was contradicted&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;hypothetically predicted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; be explained&lt;br /&gt;words &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; be contained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cuz&lt;/span&gt; If I was really blogging&lt;br /&gt;I would be more free&lt;br /&gt;to speak my (true) thoughts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-2320981224794146076?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2320981224794146076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=2320981224794146076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2320981224794146076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2320981224794146076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/10/if-i-really-was-blogging-if-i-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-3733015853256375947</id><published>2007-10-02T19:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:52:38.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it really worth $60 bucks</title><content type='html'>Still trying to figure out if Im going to the Class Reunion - which Im finding out is this Saturday. Which means I need to pay my fee/dues by tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Even Na' called me tonight encouraging me to go&lt;br /&gt;Aparently, most of my friends think I've become some sort of anti-social house mouse. Contrary to what they believe - Im in the office way more than Im in the house so there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Running into old friends:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Im afraid of is that no one is going to be there and I cant afford to be there when "no one" is going to show up. Im sorry but I must maintain my cool card - I happened to be a popular and well sought out female in my day and to give up my title so soon would be a disgrace to my children (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im considering what it would be like to see some people?&lt;br /&gt;What would we talk about?&lt;br /&gt;Would it be the typical conversation or set of questions"&lt;br /&gt;Kids? - No Kids&lt;br /&gt;Married? Divorced? Single? In a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;House? No House?&lt;br /&gt;Degree? Degrees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its so standard - Im not sure if Im really interested&lt;br /&gt;I mean - Im really thinking of who I would Love to see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process, I got back in contact with a old friend/class mate of mines -&lt;br /&gt;other than that -&lt;br /&gt;Is it really worth $60 bucks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-3733015853256375947?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3733015853256375947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=3733015853256375947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/3733015853256375947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/3733015853256375947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-it-really-worth-60-bucks.html' title='Is it really worth $60 bucks'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-2787093893812677085</id><published>2007-10-01T18:30:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:39:57.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do? What to say (and these are the questions I often ask myself)</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to leave here hours ago - but here I am about to type a post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to say and what to do?&lt;br /&gt;The two most common questions asked by me - to me, just about everyday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up some information on Costa Rica last night (was considering a weekend travel venture) only to find out via Bobby that its the rainy season - Dang! no wonder why it was so darn cheap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we started to talk about London vs. Ireland.  I just don't wanna spend a lot of money on entertainment while &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; away from America - and it seems like the only place you can do that right now is Dominica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Republic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any self respecting Leo - hates to go anywhere where everyone else has been or is talking about going. We must on all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occasions&lt;/span&gt; do the complete opposite or set the trend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I tried... but was not very successful&lt;br /&gt;This morning I tried to wake up and start a coffee fast (30-days with out coffee) for the month of October&lt;br /&gt;but just like R. Kelly's song Bump &amp;amp; Grind&lt;br /&gt;My mind is telling me no - but my body says yes&lt;br /&gt;So I said yes and excepted that "sometimes" your body - knows what it needs&lt;br /&gt;I must control my flesh and/or have more strength to resist that "coffee demon" but he or she has my number and dials it around 6:45am every morning&lt;br /&gt;I keep answering it&lt;br /&gt;should I get caller ID&lt;br /&gt;then again&lt;br /&gt;does it really work&lt;br /&gt;when you are trying to avoid a call&lt;br /&gt;I used to change the person's number to (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; ANSWER) even that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; work if there is only 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; answer in your phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what am I supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;What do I say&lt;br /&gt;and these are the questions I often ask myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-2787093893812677085?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2787093893812677085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=2787093893812677085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2787093893812677085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2787093893812677085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-to-do-what-to-say-and-these-are.html' title='What to do? What to say (and these are the questions I often ask myself)'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-2772267948386876403</id><published>2007-10-01T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-01T18:30:20.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been 10 Years.... Dang!</title><content type='html'>Questions I had to answer for my Class Reunion coming up - I think in a week or two:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;1.What did you do immediately following high school? (College, employment, etc.) &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I went to school.  I started out (meaning Freshman year) at Virginia State University and end up/finished at American University.  Started out a Mass Comunications/English &amp;amp; Print Journalism Major (in both schools) ended up with a International Business/International Studies degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. What is your current occupation? &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Self-employed, Business Owner - Home Health Care for Medically Fragile Children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3. What was your most unique occupation or situation since you graduated? &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I was a flight attendant for a year and half.  Free travel, flexible schedule and interesting experiences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;4. How do you spend your free time or what are your hobbies? &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Writing, Reading, Shopping and Traveling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What  is the best or most fun experience you have had since High School? &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Traveling back and forth to Paris - I went there twice before I even became a flight attendant - I just love that city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;6. What is your favorite High School Memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;The whole Senior Year was fun, interesting and something to remember.  I think our class really took notes from other classes before us on what and what not to do.  I think it also helped that most of us really knew each other pre-high school&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/11756328-2772267948386876403?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2772267948386876403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=2772267948386876403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2772267948386876403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2772267948386876403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-been-10-years-dang.html' title='Its been 10 Years.... Dang!'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-7957163264941394299</id><published>2007-09-28T19:55:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T19:58:34.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talk to me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;dont make me wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Im not like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I wont complicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;it wont calcuate &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;to mean &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;anything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;If you hesitate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;time wont hold its breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;waiting for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Im waiting for you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;to talk to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&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/11756328-7957163264941394299?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/7957163264941394299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=7957163264941394299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/7957163264941394299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/7957163264941394299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/09/talk-to-me.html' title='Talk to me'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-6693299919409614414</id><published>2007-09-28T19:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T19:54:13.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'>doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Tell me something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;what do you want from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Go ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Try to figure me out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and weigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;all the endless possibilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and if there's a doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;get it out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and you will find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that its so much easier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;to blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&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/11756328-6693299919409614414?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/6693299919409614414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=6693299919409614414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/6693299919409614414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/6693299919409614414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/09/doubt.html' title='doubt'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-6636935497966827699</id><published>2007-09-28T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T19:41:19.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No more meds for me</title><content type='html'>I guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying - but really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; exhausted...&lt;br /&gt;It seems like it is taking so much energy to do everything&lt;br /&gt;everything right now requires so much thought&lt;br /&gt;If this is what it means to be a "grown-up"&lt;br /&gt;Then I want to be a toys-r-us kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; searching for a vacation spot as we speak&lt;br /&gt;I need to really unwind ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go to Miami this Thanksgiving -but I cant or I wont and I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; anyhow...&lt;br /&gt;I not very excited about spending the holiday's with my family this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; really not excited about the holidays in general&lt;br /&gt;Just another opportunity to spend money - I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; think like this&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; have this attitude&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; so under-motivated for adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking about what I need to do or what I want to do&lt;br /&gt;and with the way things are going with the business - I will probably be in the office&lt;br /&gt;Like now -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in the office at 8:30pm at night&lt;br /&gt;I guess it would have been perfect working as a Merchant Banker for FBR&lt;br /&gt;I surely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; mind putting in the late hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have settled the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; with my hair&lt;br /&gt;and for now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; considering my occasional coffee fast for the month of October&lt;br /&gt;(Coffee fast - no coffee for 30 days)&lt;br /&gt;God, help me - I feel like its going to be difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after splurging on chocolate chip cookies (3 a days) for the past 2 weeks - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;officially&lt;/span&gt; over my craving &amp;amp; thank God for that because I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think my skin could take much more...&lt;br /&gt;Actually, its not doing that bad (my skin that is)&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to fire my dermatologist and the prescriptions she gave me recently - wont be thrown in the trash - however, they wont be filled&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; even used or taken the many samples she provided me with&lt;br /&gt;I was so upset, so depressed and so discouraged with my dermatologist last week - should could really tell - because she started speaking to me in a soft voice as if - I know Ive disappointed you - but Ive given you all the drugs I know to give and if these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; help then yes - I am a bad doctor...&lt;br /&gt;blah.... blah... blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt; for me&lt;br /&gt;well at least for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-6636935497966827699?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/6636935497966827699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=6636935497966827699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/6636935497966827699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/6636935497966827699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/09/no-more-meds-for-me.html' title='No more meds for me'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-295540208927094554</id><published>2007-09-25T18:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:54:07.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>U wanna know whats going on in my personal life...?&lt;br /&gt;Not a dang thing&lt;br /&gt;Im so boring right now - Im reviewing my AARP benefits for the next year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take naps and go to bed around 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;Aint nothing going on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You want suspense?&lt;br /&gt;You want drama?&lt;br /&gt;You want trama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you ask me that question and presume Im keeping information from you - Im just going to make something up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would that be better?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-295540208927094554?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/295540208927094554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=295540208927094554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/295540208927094554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/295540208927094554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/09/u-wanna-know-whats-going-on-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-3650516522921721503</id><published>2007-09-25T18:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:22:00.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really dont want to complain , but Im dealing with people who dont understand me when I speak.&lt;br /&gt;I think I mentioned today (and it came out so poetically). &lt;br /&gt;I say words that dont create sentences... (dont worry I aint talking about you)&lt;br /&gt;Im just really edgy right now&lt;br /&gt;and I while people are getting on my nerves Im trying to look at them the way Astrin used to - slightly poutting, slightly annoyed, very confused and very focused at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;Problem is that - I dont think she was really hearing what those people had to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go - I guess I do miss ya Astrin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to my complaining...&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be dealing with a lot of people's..... there is no other word to input her but&lt;br /&gt;SHIT&lt;br /&gt;okay - I said it Ive been dealing with other people's shit and Im tired of their asses&lt;br /&gt;Just so you know - I am planning my blonde secretary's demise as we speak&lt;br /&gt;I hope - she'll be out of her before the next highlight sets in...&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in a mood where I have no other choice but to direct my frustration at her stupidness and she makes it very easy.&lt;br /&gt;She talks on the phone most of the time she is at work &amp;amp; I really dont have a problem with that while she is filing. I mean you CAN file and talk on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;But when you half-ass every other task that is given you and I start to feel like I should be doing it myself -&lt;br /&gt;Then I start to think&lt;br /&gt;Why dont I do this myself?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should pay myself an extra $15 an hour to do what I obviously pay her NOT to do&lt;br /&gt;Then I would be really happy.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to find a male replacement to balance some of the horomozones in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I myself have a serious problem with giving a "smart" response (especially when Im feeling edgy).  The only person who has really dealt with my smart mouth is my sister Joy.  At the age of 16 - she popped me in the mouth - I couldnt believe it.  However, there is a first and last time for everything.  She expirenced both at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really dont want to be in the office&lt;br /&gt;I wish someone could plan me a get away&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-3650516522921721503?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/3650516522921721503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=3650516522921721503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/3650516522921721503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/3650516522921721503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-really-dont-want-to-complain-but-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-4601490482706469397</id><published>2007-09-25T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:36:02.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blonde secretary</title><content type='html'>The blonde secretary - oops I mean administrative assistant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I say blonde - I don't really mean the blue-eyed devil with long flowing hair or the Babs look alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about the dumb as a door knob type of blonde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today and recently my assistant... That I shall not call her name in vain - blew the hell out of me.&lt;br /&gt;For those of you living outside of the DC Metropolitan area needing some translation. "To Blow" some one come from the notion of being blow away by a strong force or wind and or to be taken by surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow back to my story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Dumb question after the next&lt;br /&gt;I mean I wanted to lay her out on the postage meter, stamp her and send her back to Blondie-ville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I wanted to return this solicited product&lt;br /&gt;And Please take me off of your mailing list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the dumbest questions like why is the sky blue seem to need my immediate attention today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to think&lt;br /&gt;is this pay-back from being a bad assistant -&lt;br /&gt;NOPE, I didnt ask dumb questions&lt;br /&gt;Just a case of coming from a micro-managed environment.  Needing to be validated and understand every task, note and/or procedure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow - I just hope Blondie finds her way back to my favorite comic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-4601490482706469397?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/4601490482706469397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=4601490482706469397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4601490482706469397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/4601490482706469397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/09/blonde-secretary.html' title='The Blonde secretary'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-5127336134586093274</id><published>2007-09-22T23:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T23:31:51.175-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Rest</title><content type='html'>I took a nap today&lt;br /&gt;How awesome is that&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is that Im still tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early today around 8am.  Wasnt really ready for the world until about noon.  Left out only to realize that I was in a shopping mood.  This feeling has been coming upon me a lot lately.  But, I decided to resist it&lt;br /&gt;Im actually in the market for clothes and not just because its fall - but because I really dont have much to wear since the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by Day, I reflect back and miss certain things about my apartment and even life, pre-fire.  I wish I was there now. To hear the noise from the city (ambulances or police cars mostly).  I miss my annoying neighbor who would sometimes cook chitterlings and leave her door wide open - allowing the smell to creek up into my unit.  I miss her asking me why dont I check on her more or how my cousin (who used to live with me) is doing.  I miss the option of being able to take the bus (if I wanted to) or the subway for that matter, which is also close by.  I miss all the spices that were in my kitchen cabinet, I miss my wine glasses and my rabbit wine bottle opener, I miss my down comforter and my electric mattress pad, I miss my bed and all 8 of my pillows (not including the 2 I gave away), I miss my closet full of black clothes and my other closet full of colored items,  I juist miss it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel somewhat displaced - Hell... I'm homeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refused to rent another apartment - so I guess I will have to wait until the end of the year for a house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-5127336134586093274?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5127336134586093274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=5127336134586093274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/5127336134586093274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/5127336134586093274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/09/day-of-rest.html' title='A Day of Rest'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-5323454839584289169</id><published>2007-09-19T06:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T06:31:52.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It aint 4 in the morning</title><content type='html'>I dont know why - but I seem to always find myself listening to women sing about their problems is it a "woman thing"? (see previous blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think being a writer (in a sense)  - it latches me to their words and the way they choose to create their story through song.  I have also been told that some of my peoms could be singable lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning All:&lt;br /&gt;It aint 4 i n the morning - but I tried to wake up early today.  I had a 6:30am oil change I had to make.  I know - I know, that's crazy going to get car services so early.  But I think its fantastic that my car company offers it as early as 6am.What if I was trying to drive out of town and like some people who want to get their car checked or serviced before they leave, it could be a convenient thing - think about it some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the heck is everyone doing now that its fall? Is it fall yet? and when does the time change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here is already cooling and its freaking great.  Mostly because I think that clothes in the fall and winter months seem to be more stylish.  In the summer you are basically advertising  your body with short skirts, shorts, back-less or halter-top dresses, same thing for the shirts, swim suits and so on.  Soon people are going to try walking around naked - at that point maybe we will all be de-sensitized to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of de-sensitizing.  I think that most guys are getting that way towards women's dress.  I mean we show so much (in the summer).  I myself used to show a little leg, a little arm and yes at one time a little belly button.  But that was then and this is now.  Gotta grow up from hoochie-ness (not to say "I" dressed like a hoochie) but all that changes.  I think I am now in my sophisticated stage where soft or creamy materials/fabrics complement the well-covered body.  Im talking about dressing like a grown-azz-woman (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I seriously need a vacation.  My friend Bobby mentioned Jamaica - been there done that. I dont care if it is a new and nice resort.  I wanna get some use out of my passport before it expires next year.&lt;br /&gt;I think thats amazing that I have a passport that will expire - which means Ive had mines for 8 years - verses some folks who are just starting to get them.  I think the renewal process will be a lot easier than trying to get a new passport at this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick thought: Maybe I should drive to Mexico.  Maybe I should see how easy it is to cross the boarder -lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-5323454839584289169?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/5323454839584289169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=5323454839584289169' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/5323454839584289169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/5323454839584289169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/09/it-aint-4-in-morning.html' title='It aint 4 in the morning'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-532762923844861965</id><published>2007-09-19T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T23:22:56.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 in the Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id='Title' style='font:bold 13px verdana;width:310px'&gt;Music Video:&lt;a class='hov' style='display:block;width:310px;border:solid 2px black;padding:5px' href="http://216.180.244.187/videos/g/gwen_stefani/4_in_the_morning.html?userid=undefined" target='_blank'&gt;4 IN THE MORNING  (by Gwen Stefani)&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name='RAOCXplayer' src='http://216.180.244.187/videos/g/gwen_stefani/4_in_the_morning_188792.asx' type='application/x-mplayer2' width='300' height='280' autostart='0' ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='0' loop='true' EnableContextMenu='0' DisplaySize='0' pluginspage='http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin:3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href='http://216.180.244.187/?userid=undefined' class=ll target=_blank&gt;Music Video Code provided by Video Code Zone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://216.180.244.187/rstats.php?userid=undefined" width="0" height="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-532762923844861965?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/532762923844861965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=532762923844861965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/532762923844861965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/532762923844861965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/09/4-in-morning.html' title='4 in the Morning'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-8592854065761348220</id><published>2007-09-18T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:47:31.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do? What to say?</title><content type='html'>Oh wow&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just jot down random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are single people in a rush to get married?&lt;br /&gt;Why are most married people I know having problems and considering divorce?&lt;br /&gt;Why does this discourage me as a single person?&lt;br /&gt;Why do most females dream about and plan out their wedding&lt;br /&gt;But they dont plan to be married to a jerk who wont pick up his own socks or put the toliet seat down (LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people hear good advice - say that its good, but choose to ignore it&lt;br /&gt;What makes us listen&lt;br /&gt;Why does it take us so long to find ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dont they call the 20's (meaning the age period) the awakening period&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant I figure out what I want to do with my hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do these developers keep building houses that no one's buying&lt;br /&gt;Why dont they just try to work with the people/families who are down on their luck in their mortages and give them a break.  It wont benefit any body to be out on the street or have to move into an apartment if they are kicked out of their homes because no one is buying anything right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it such a BIG accomplishment to "own" a home&lt;br /&gt;and why is so much pressure at the same time&lt;br /&gt;What if I want to live in an apartment for the rest of my life and avoid having to cut the grass or pay someone to cut my grass via home owners fees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do I love the color orange... and blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do I stay at work so late&lt;br /&gt;why dont have have nothing or no one to go home to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I think Im really going to miss my fish Pebbles - she was so pretty and different - she had a great personality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this winter will be cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll learn to relax or will I run around until Im exhausted (like my mother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I should call Astrin&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if its really worth it to be upset with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I should go back to school&lt;br /&gt;and if a Master's in Hospital Administration is what "I" really want to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why the people that you want to say I Love You - dont&lt;br /&gt;and then the people you dont want to say - do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I look at couples and see how they size up&lt;br /&gt;I wonder their story&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how he - she looks when their are mad&lt;br /&gt;how they solve problems&lt;br /&gt;what's their biggest fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why some people get mad at little things -&lt;br /&gt;and how little things are the BIG things to them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why I keep craving chocolate chip cookies&lt;br /&gt;Why I cant seem to drink enough water&lt;br /&gt;and why I will keep reheating coffee - because I hate it when it gets cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what people really think&lt;br /&gt;and sometimes wish I was a mind reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Im making the right decision&lt;br /&gt;and is it okay to let go now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-8592854065761348220?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8592854065761348220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=8592854065761348220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8592854065761348220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8592854065761348220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/09/what-to-do-what-to-say.html' title='What to do? What to say?'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-639704415844166861</id><published>2007-09-18T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T19:28:22.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to The New AT&amp;T aka "Dem Bastards"</title><content type='html'>First of all - Hello everyone, I know Ive been gone for sometime - but thank GOD for Blogs - I need to vent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For almost a year I have been the proud owner of a Cingular (or is it AT&amp;amp;T) 8125 Pocket PC - PDA cell phone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today, I am on my 3rd phone.  Why you might ask - well thats because those commerical where Cingular has actors comicially protray how "other" cell phone companies drop calls - they themselves - Drop calls...and they drop them like nobodies business.  In fact, I was on the phone with my friend Tony who has Cingular/AT&amp;amp;T and both of us had full bars - yet the call dropped for no reason at all which leads me to my next frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant even place a call on this phone - the screen keeps saying its dailing - but I dont hear the normal sound that a phone that is dailing makes.  So the phone pretends to connect to the person I want to call - even to the point of saying its connected.  Here I am saying - Hello... Hello... If you can hear me its my stupid phone and "dem bastards" are probably having a good laugh on me right now.  I hang up - only to be able to actually make the same call I was trying to make MINUTES later.... What the Hell....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who arent familar with this phone - it slides open to show the "hidden" keyboard.  This is one of my favorite features - only things is that the phone decides which position it wants to show me my information.  If the phone is in the horizontal position it shows me things vertically and if its in the vertical position it shows me information horizontally.  I am not the master of my domain (phone) - because only a hard reset (similar to a hard reboot of your computer) will save me from my agony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I need to make this a weekly ritual - I replace my phone on Thursday and by Saturday I was experiencing the same problems I turned my phone in for.  Maybe someone played a trick on me in the waranty office - Maybe they removed all of my information and just gave me back my old phone -&lt;br /&gt;My... That sure was funny.  You got me - Games over. I dont wanna play with you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a solution:  this is the most interesting thing when you call a customer service line or in my case I spoke to customer service, the waranty department and tech support.  All The  kings horses and all the kings men - couldnt get the dang phone back together again. &lt;br /&gt;So the rep is going through all the "protocol" because they are trained to NOT provide you with good service only to pretend that they are providing you with good service (part of me wants to take that back because I have come across some VERY helpful people) but since this isnt the case in this situation. I will tell you that I heard a whole bunch of Sorries and hold on let me ask my supervisor or let me ask a "senior" rep... HUH!&lt;br /&gt;You arent fooling anybody&lt;br /&gt;you are probably taking some extra bites of your sandwhich, going to the bathroom, a smoke break, ANYTHING but talking to your supervisor about what just happened - You know WHY - because the supervisor should have gotten on the phone - thats WHY - Blondie (Im assuming the girl was blonde).&lt;br /&gt;So not only are they pretending, Im pretending to not care, not to be angry, and to believe in this fake supervisor story...&lt;br /&gt;and its really - freaking ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The straw that breaks the camels back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets summarize what just happened here.&lt;br /&gt;Been with Cingular - The new AT&amp;amp;T for sometime now (Im talking years) - maybe its time for a change&lt;br /&gt;I have a business account and 2 other accounts under mines&lt;br /&gt;I purchased a phone that didnt work for me - not once, not twice, but three times&lt;br /&gt;I was able to trade my phone in for a better phone (yes laugh)&lt;br /&gt;they think they are doing me a favor by upgrading me&lt;br /&gt;they think they are doing me a favor by running this idea to upgrade me by their fake supervisor while they finish their lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay here is the straw: I found out that I was paying for insurance on my phone - only to find out that the insurance doesnt cover PDA phones&lt;br /&gt;My question to the rep - so why are you charging  once a month&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen - I received the dead silence treatment or maybe the call dropped after all it is The New AT&amp;amp;T with the fewest dropped calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I think Im done for now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-639704415844166861?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/639704415844166861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=639704415844166861' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/639704415844166861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/639704415844166861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/09/ode-to-new-at-aka-dem-bastards.html' title='Ode to The New AT&amp;T aka &quot;Dem Bastards&quot;'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-8836137285829707899</id><published>2007-06-04T18:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T19:05:40.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions....</title><content type='html'>Hello All&lt;br /&gt;How the hell is life treating you anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a lot to say&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot going on right now&lt;br /&gt;and I dont feel like being too personal - although I could really use your advice.&lt;br /&gt;(Still contemplating because I've had enough exposure for the week)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a couple of questions would be better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you found out that your special someone was communicating with someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you found out by checking their phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you reveal that you know - or think you know that something is going on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if they lie? or didnt tell the whole truth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if they dont lie? or didnt say anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if they were so mad that you went through their phone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if they dont trust you?&lt;br /&gt;What if you dont trust them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if feelings get hurt?&lt;br /&gt;What if words are said that arent meant to be said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of all of that - what if you never found the real issue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much time should a couple that has been together for over a year be spending with each other?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a set time?&lt;br /&gt;and yes, they live in the same city?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do guys really act like a damn fool in the summer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you stop compromising?&lt;br /&gt;When do you continue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you are drifting away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say - when you've said - I'm not getting what I need from you?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when you keep getting blown off?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What consitutes ending a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;What things can be forgiven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long should you wait for him/her - to grow up?&lt;br /&gt;to realize?&lt;br /&gt;to understand?&lt;br /&gt;to find themselves?&lt;br /&gt;to give back?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-8836137285829707899?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8836137285829707899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=8836137285829707899' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8836137285829707899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8836137285829707899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/06/questions.html' title='Questions....'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-8904116800059664595</id><published>2007-05-09T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:30:58.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Closer</title><content type='html'>I just found out that my grandfather (grand-dad) passed today... and Im kinda bummed about it. I mean I really wasnt close to my grand-dad (on my father's side) and I really wasnt close to my grand-dad (on my mother's side). Its like being born the baby of the family (of 7) I missed out on some good bonding time.  I dont have the same recollections as my older brothers and sisters who remember - when family lived with "us" while they were sick or while mom was working another job.  Yes, I am truly bummed by the fact that I dont have a lot (enough) positive male role models in my life that have shaped me into the young lady that I am today. (&amp; I know my mom is somewhere saying that she was both mother and father - but God did not create one in the same, but two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im bummed... because from what I remember of my grandfather Jesse was that we couldnt hold a long conversation because we just didnt have enough to talk about... He was a scholar so asking me about school was expected and you can only elaborate about classes for 5-10 minutes. Other than that - we stared into the air, into the television - listening to silence or listening to heavy breaths being taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sucks -&lt;br /&gt;no tears to form&lt;br /&gt;because no memories were formed&lt;br /&gt;and I wish we were closer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how you would read in stories&lt;br /&gt;of a granddaughter burring her face into her strong grandfather's chest&lt;br /&gt;strong and gentle&lt;br /&gt;with words of wisdom&lt;br /&gt;and lots of stories&lt;br /&gt;of how lucky we are&lt;br /&gt;to be born&lt;br /&gt;in the latter part of the century&lt;br /&gt;and now - I can only wonder&lt;br /&gt;what it would have meant to be&lt;br /&gt;closer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-8904116800059664595?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8904116800059664595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=8904116800059664595' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8904116800059664595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8904116800059664595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/05/closer.html' title='Closer'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-8254997275323969379</id><published>2007-05-08T18:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T18:13:20.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Near-sighted</title><content type='html'>I've lost my glasses (freakin again) - I dont know what the heck is going on.  I almost hate admitting that I lost them because what if I find them or would have found them - had I not spoke the negative phrase into existence............Breathe (praticing yoga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be the 2 time in about 2 months and I only need them for driving at night (blah...the curse of being near-sighted)&lt;br /&gt;I cant tell him (my boyfriend) he is sooo organized - I'll be made to walk the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please help - spending money on glass every other month is no fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-8254997275323969379?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8254997275323969379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=8254997275323969379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8254997275323969379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8254997275323969379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/05/near-sighted.html' title='Near-sighted'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-2230038529245938834</id><published>2007-05-08T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T18:03:59.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's it</title><content type='html'>Reponse:&lt;br /&gt;Hey Girl..(True Model)&lt;br /&gt;No I didnt break up with my man - but dont-chu know men can make you feel like that...(emotionally unstable - blurting words out your mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the on-again, off-again rollacoster (I love to ride) - how about you?&lt;br /&gt;Actually right now me and my man are doing quite well and that dont mean there wont be another day that I'll be singing the blues again - but next time maybe I'll be less emotional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies: Dont you wish sometimes you were more like a guy (or maybe that's just me) - but then I guess if we were more like them we wouldnt be sugar &amp; spice and everything nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I'm careful what I say here in this public domain)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;(But out of the blue I wrote this poem while typing)&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with you - is like spending time with me&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to do more of it&lt;br /&gt;and I just love it&lt;br /&gt;when things with us are good and shit&lt;br /&gt;so good that I dont even want the clock to tick&lt;br /&gt;Can't stay in here?&lt;br /&gt;what do mean -&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we gotta go through some areas&lt;br /&gt;Where the grass isnt so green&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....&lt;br /&gt;I breathe&lt;br /&gt;You know I got that from doing yoga&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; shit&lt;br /&gt;Cause what I mean -&lt;br /&gt;is sometimes spending time with you - is like finding me...&lt;br /&gt;and I like it here&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-2230038529245938834?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2230038529245938834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=2230038529245938834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2230038529245938834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2230038529245938834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/05/thats-it.html' title='That&apos;s it'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-1988729249142367757</id><published>2007-05-08T17:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T17:42:40.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love being me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#E6E6FA" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Birthdate: August 21&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#F2F2FB"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/birthday.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a restless rebel with an unpredictable nature.&lt;br /&gt;Bright but unbridled, you tend to seek out wild experiences over new ideas.&lt;br /&gt;People are frustrated by your great potential, but you love your unconventional life.&lt;br /&gt;You're a heartbreaker. People get attached to you, and then you're gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your strength: Your thirst for adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness: Not taking time for slow pleasures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power color: Hot pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power symbol: Figure eight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your power month: March&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&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/11756328-1988729249142367757?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/1988729249142367757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=1988729249142367757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/1988729249142367757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/1988729249142367757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/05/why-i-love-being-me.html' title='Why I love being me...'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-8072185239029161097</id><published>2007-05-01T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T08:38:11.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WORLD'S  SHORTEST FAIRY TALE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Once upon a time, a guy asked a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl said, "NO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she lived happily ever after,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and went shopping, dancing, drank martinis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always had a clean house,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never had to cook,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did whatever the hell she wanted,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never argued,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't get fat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;traveled more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had many boyfriends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't have to save money,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and had all the hot water to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to the theater, never watched sports,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never wore fricken lacy lingerie that went up her butt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had high self esteem, never cried or yelled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt and looked fabulous in sweat pants,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and burped, and swore, all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I thought this was cute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-8072185239029161097?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8072185239029161097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=8072185239029161097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8072185239029161097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8072185239029161097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/05/once-upon-time.html' title='Once Upon A Time'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-2797387658683226958</id><published>2007-04-24T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:55:08.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding</title><content type='html'>We used to talk - all the time&lt;br /&gt;We used to laugh - all the time&lt;br /&gt;We used to say I love you - during the times (when we needed to hear it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to feel you - through out the day&lt;br /&gt;I used to love to hear you say... anything&lt;br /&gt;A look&lt;br /&gt;A stare&lt;br /&gt;A glare - from you&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel invisible to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at the BIG Picture you say&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind&lt;br /&gt;Hanging the portrait another way&lt;br /&gt;The colors arent clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words dont have the same affect to you&lt;br /&gt;Why I feel such disrepect from you&lt;br /&gt;But you say - its in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not like me&lt;br /&gt;NOT to worry&lt;br /&gt;Its so like me&lt;br /&gt;to worry&lt;br /&gt;especially about things I dont know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had someone&lt;br /&gt;play hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;with everything&lt;br /&gt;I count to 10&lt;br /&gt;come - out, come-out...where-ever you are&lt;br /&gt;I dont see anything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-2797387658683226958?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2797387658683226958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=2797387658683226958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2797387658683226958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2797387658683226958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/04/hiding.html' title='Hiding'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-9126254556662207871</id><published>2007-04-24T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:30:52.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Indian Giver</title><content type='html'>I wish I was an Indian Giver - so I can take back all my shit &lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(like they did to the pilgrims)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the things you stole from me&lt;br /&gt;reclaim what was owed to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my mother's - mother side of the family - Cherokee Native American (Indian)&lt;br /&gt;On my mother's - father side of the family - Blackfoot Native American (Indian) and some where down the line, I was told about some Ethopians.&lt;br /&gt;On my father's side of the family - who knows - some days - who cares, until I remember that its part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about taking something back - like how I do (or would do) if I brought a product from the store and realized after bringing it home - this is not what I wanted (anymore). &lt;br /&gt;Thank God... I saved my receipt&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder why we sometimes throw away or lose a receipt&lt;br /&gt;In the line -&lt;br /&gt;waiting my turn&lt;br /&gt;until the cashier request for me to come to her&lt;br /&gt;and then she says&lt;br /&gt;Question: "What's your reason for returning this item today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Answer: It didnt fit right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Answer: It didnt work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Answer: I brought the wrong thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Answer: Just dont want it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-9126254556662207871?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/9126254556662207871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=9126254556662207871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/9126254556662207871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/9126254556662207871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/04/indian-giver.html' title='Indian Giver'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-7430228825003471812</id><published>2007-04-24T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T21:08:37.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking about U</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I cant really talk about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;because nobody is suppose to know about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I cant belive how much I talk to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Its soooooo good to talk to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I dont like complaining&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I hate feeling sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;feeling sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;feeling blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;but I can be myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I am myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;when I'm talking to u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-7430228825003471812?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/7430228825003471812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=7430228825003471812' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/7430228825003471812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/7430228825003471812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/04/talking-about-u.html' title='Talking about U'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-2685662074716653376</id><published>2007-04-24T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T20:53:50.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is the "lesson" when you dont realize that life is a school?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;(Interlude)&lt;br /&gt;Woe is me...&lt;br /&gt;Some lessons are learned the hard way&lt;br /&gt;Some lessons are hard&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Some lessons need to be remembered&lt;br /&gt;or you will be caught offguard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some lessons are true or false&lt;br /&gt;Some lessons are multiple choice&lt;br /&gt;Some lessons are fill-in the blank&lt;br /&gt;or an essay in which you must express your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All lessons are meaningful&lt;br /&gt;none are meaningless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What is the Lesson when you dont realize that life is a school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are constantly learning -&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about ourselves&lt;br /&gt;about others&lt;br /&gt;about this world&lt;br /&gt;about God&lt;br /&gt;about His nature&lt;br /&gt;about the way things go&lt;br /&gt;about "the game"&lt;br /&gt;about "the rules" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;about love&lt;br /&gt;about history&lt;br /&gt;about geometry&lt;br /&gt;about psychology&lt;br /&gt;about stuff............................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excuse me if I ask you the same question more than once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;" I'm convinced that expensive dogs are dumb. Mutts have good sense. They understand that they have to be good. They have to poop in appropriate places, they hav to eat whatever they get, and they cant chase the resident seventeen-year-old cat. Unfortunately, I didnt have a mutt; I had an expensive dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yesterday I Cried by Iyanla Vanzant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good book - I must say.  But let me also say that all the answers aren't found in books - but within.  Sometimes we look up, Sometimes we look down - we look at our hands (palms), we look to the stars (astrology), to mommie or daddy, to the sterotypical problem (ex. the white man, the black man or the china man)...&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of looking&lt;br /&gt;Come out - Come out where ever you are&lt;br /&gt;Funny - how I think the answer is hidding from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In wrapping this up - because I cant keep making all these submial statements -&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-2685662074716653376?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/2685662074716653376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=2685662074716653376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2685662074716653376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/2685662074716653376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-is-lesson-when-you-dont-realize.html' title='What is the &quot;lesson&quot; when you dont realize that life is a school?'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-8033510925022809287</id><published>2007-04-24T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T19:52:05.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Numbness</title><content type='html'>Numbness - &lt;br /&gt;Today I feel numbness, which for me is one step away from being tired.  &lt;br /&gt;Tired - (meaning) - that's it... I cant do this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Freestyling)&lt;br /&gt;Its 8:36pm - where are you?&lt;br /&gt;You're never with me around this time&lt;br /&gt;You're never here - to bring me peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck am I waiting here for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it June?&lt;br /&gt;Most people wait for June&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it morning&lt;br /&gt;Most people wait for the day to be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it love&lt;br /&gt;Most people want love&lt;br /&gt;I want love - &lt;br /&gt;But I aint most people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People&lt;br /&gt;I hate being refered to as "people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a person&lt;br /&gt;an individual&lt;br /&gt;Call me by name&lt;br /&gt;or dont call me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt even mind if you said&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;at least I would know who you are talking to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the people in this world&lt;br /&gt;and you think I know that - when you say "people"&lt;br /&gt;you're talking about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next subject&lt;br /&gt;why-O-why&lt;br /&gt;are we still dealing&lt;br /&gt;with crazy, petty, nid-picking subjects&lt;br /&gt;that make me want to scream&lt;br /&gt;I want to scream&lt;br /&gt;but the words on the paper&lt;br /&gt;dont make the kind of sounds&lt;br /&gt;I want you to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to hear&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;listen&lt;br /&gt;and not just say okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today -&lt;br /&gt;I had such a long day...&lt;br /&gt;Had a million &amp; one things &lt;br /&gt;not go my way&lt;br /&gt;but I still Thank God for Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;cant plan it&lt;br /&gt;gonna make it&lt;br /&gt;until tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I'll just pace it&lt;br /&gt;like I always do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it&lt;br /&gt;gotta end this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im rambling now&lt;br /&gt;How did I begin this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;it was you&lt;br /&gt;it was you that made me wonder&lt;br /&gt;why I sit here&lt;br /&gt;as if my whole life is under&lt;br /&gt;construction&lt;br /&gt;like the sign on my webpage reads&lt;br /&gt;"come back soon"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-8033510925022809287?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/8033510925022809287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=8033510925022809287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8033510925022809287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/8033510925022809287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/04/numbness.html' title='Numbness'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-7941205052223913240</id><published>2007-04-06T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T15:09:18.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is What I Want - also What I need</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id='Title' style='font:bold 13px verdana;width:310px'&gt;Music Video:&lt;a class='hov' style='display:block;width:310px;border:solid 2px black;padding:5px' href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/j/janet_jackson/i_want_you.html" target='_blank'&gt;I WANT YOU  (by Janet Jackson)&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name='RAOCXplayer' src='http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/j/janet_jackson/i_want_you_480475.asx' type='application/x-mplayer2' width='300' height='280' autostart='1' ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='0' loop='true' EnableContextMenu='0' DisplaySize='0' pluginspage='http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin:3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.videocodezone.com/' class=ll target=_blank&gt;Music Video Code provided by VideoCodeZone.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-7941205052223913240?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/7941205052223913240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=7941205052223913240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/7941205052223913240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/7941205052223913240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/04/is-what-i-want-also-what-i-need.html' title='Is What I Want - also What I need'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-117141585748773300</id><published>2007-02-13T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T15:06:20.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in time for Valentine's Day..... 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(a classic)'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-117080911474666190</id><published>2007-02-06T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:36:06.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Getting close to Valentine's Day (only 8 more days - but who's counting)...&lt;br /&gt;So What do I want for Valentine's Day (my sweetie asked me) - Well... Flowers of course &amp; diamonds &amp;amp; pampering &amp; the works (just.... Kidding) I dont want all that - BUT I am BIG on flowers. I remember going to New York one year for Valentine's Day - We stayed in a nice hotel, eat out at some nice resturants, went shopping, received a nice Tiffany's bracelet, ect. ect. - BUT two VERY important things were missing:&lt;br /&gt;The Card&lt;br /&gt;and the (2) dozen roses (LOL)  - okay....okay... 1 dozen&lt;br /&gt;Roses arent mandatory - I did receive VERY lovely lilies last year and I nearly wanted to shed a tear to show how grateful and creative I thought it was...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways... Fellas - DO NOT&lt;br /&gt;for Pete's sake - forget the CARD or FLOWER(s) - I dont care if you get ONE single rose - you better pick one up from off the street or 7-eleven!&lt;br /&gt;Let me fill you in on something you obviously dont care about.&lt;br /&gt;When your woman (wife, girlfriend, fiance', lover, ect.) goes to work she is bragging about you and she has to hear about what her co-workers or girlfriends received from their men - So please dont embarrass her - By the end of the day (Please dont forget that Valentine's Day is Wednesday) - If your woman has not received anything delivered via fed-ex, ups, 1-800-flowers or by another person - she has had to make an excuse FOR YOU: It goes a little something like this...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he hasnt told me what we are doing - I think he is really trying to surprise me (Lie)&lt;br /&gt;We are doing something over the weekend (another Lie)&lt;br /&gt;We are staying in and having a romantic evening he planned (half Lie - It wont be "romantic" and he could care less - so actually its a Full Lie)&lt;br /&gt;Now you wonder why you get dirty looks when you show up to a company picnic or office christmas party - They have been waiting to meet your trifflin azz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Wow - Here it is Feb. 13 - the actually date that I will be publishing this blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Okay quick story before I press the infamous button - Publish Post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I met a man today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at CVS &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(local drug store)&lt;/span&gt; - picking out a card and candy for his wife of 35 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now do we care that you picked up the candy and card from CVS - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In this instance it is truly the thought that counts (hopefully you arent thinking little is better in this instance).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;He married is wife when he was 21 and he said with all the ups and downs - he doesnt cease to give this woman a Valentine's Day gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; (or treat her like a lady)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now that's old school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ll you new-schoolers - who barely make it in a relationship that last 35 weeks &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(by the way its 52 weeks in a year)&lt;/span&gt; - you could learn a thing or two from this man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I have a friend - who claims that if the woman cant cook, she will be scratched off the list... Fortunately for me we never dated, because I cook - but I act like I dont (ask my boyfriend). When he found out that I knew how to cook - he was SHOCKED - I really had him going. &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;(It took him almost 6 months to find out)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Good thing for me, because I dont want any obligations to play Mommie, Wife-y or Slave...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Last point here and then Im gonna go - This one is for the Ladies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The man I met said that men are moved by us - This statement came after I asked him what would be a good Valentine's Day gift for a man and he said that its just Us . Now this is old school again - so if you are guy reading this and you disagree - come back and talk to me when you get at least 35 years of marriage/committed relationship under your belt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-117080911474666190?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/117080911474666190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=117080911474666190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/117080911474666190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/117080911474666190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/02/getting-close-to-valentines-day-only-8.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-117080570990817489</id><published>2007-02-06T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:48:29.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More I See You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The more I see you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The more I want you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Somehow this feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Just grows and grows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;With every sigh I become more mad about you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;More lost without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And so it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Can you imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;How much I'll love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The more I see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;As years go by?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I know the only one for me can only be you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My arms won't free you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My heart won't try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Nina Simone (1945)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-117080570990817489?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/117080570990817489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=117080570990817489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/117080570990817489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/117080570990817489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/02/more-i-see-you.html' title='More I See You'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-117020868735349640</id><published>2007-01-30T20:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T20:58:07.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nanita</title><content type='html'>So Im just going to sit here and write something&lt;br /&gt;anything&lt;br /&gt;maybe something funny&lt;br /&gt;maybe something about my honey (How sweet he is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something cuz Im feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something true&lt;br /&gt;Maybe something even YOU - could understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about my girl - NaNita today&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to say to her sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what to say to her now-a-days&lt;br /&gt;we are so far away from each other&lt;br /&gt;(even though we are in the same city - she may even be up the street from me - I think)&lt;br /&gt;but Im talking about - we are far...............................away..................from.................... each other&lt;br /&gt;further then we have ever been&lt;br /&gt;dont know how this much distance has grown - between friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when we were in high school: I was good and she was bad (and sometimes vice versa) - I dont know how those moments seem so perfect to me -&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody here know about "The Cranberries" - well just about every song - on every album from that group could have been a theme song to one of our adventures on any given day. And there were others - like when we (two cool ass black girls) discovered Green Day...&lt;br /&gt;Dont know how I became so interested in punk-rock, at an early age. Going to a predominantly black (middle-class) school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;In age&lt;br /&gt;and in school&lt;br /&gt;so she left me and went to college - (VSU)&lt;br /&gt;and a year later I followed&lt;br /&gt;and there we were all over again - experiencing new freedoms together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first semester is full of stories (include the one of seeing the UFO -LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd semester&lt;br /&gt;on my own again&lt;br /&gt;something didnt work out here&lt;br /&gt;she left&lt;br /&gt;I became somebody - on my own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back again&lt;br /&gt;we always bounce back again&lt;br /&gt;(I mean Im trying to wrap up more than 10 years in a few paragraphs - maybe you'll never get it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was then - This is now&lt;br /&gt;Nia&lt;br /&gt;Come out - COME OUT - where ever you are????!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my hand&lt;br /&gt;would you like to hold it&lt;br /&gt;Seems like what you're holding on to&lt;br /&gt;keeps slipping from you&lt;br /&gt;I would take that as a sign&lt;br /&gt;but you know me&lt;br /&gt;I take&lt;br /&gt;everything as a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had something to say&lt;br /&gt;but recently&lt;br /&gt;you dont like what I have to say&lt;br /&gt;so Im silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got something I want to ask you&lt;br /&gt;Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;I keep watching you spinning around&lt;br /&gt;and Im getting quite tired of this&lt;br /&gt;(and dizzy)&lt;br /&gt;No more euphorisms&lt;br /&gt;Just real life&lt;br /&gt;from now on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Incomplete)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be praying for you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-117020868735349640?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/117020868735349640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=117020868735349640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/117020868735349640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/117020868735349640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/01/nanita.html' title='Nanita'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-116896037658528543</id><published>2007-01-16T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:46:33.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Imprecation</title><content type='html'>Imprecation means to curse or to invoke evil upon someone&lt;br /&gt;(Please forgive me, I'm building my vocubulary through dictionary.com word of the day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I want to talk about my enemies or maybe your enemies too. How much do we need them vs. How much do we want them. In the entertainment world its marketable to have an enemy (or beef) with someone. I suppose it seems very competive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Feb 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;When I started this blog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(its been on ice or in draft mode waiting for me to publish)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Anyhow, when I started this blog - I said &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(to myself)&lt;/span&gt; wouldnt it be nice to write a blog using all these new vocabulary words Im being sent daily to my email address &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(via dictionary.com).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;This was not a realistic goal -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;#1  - do you know how many words their are in the REAL dictionary...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I dont have enough sentences. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So unfortunately for you I will be learning new words on my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;2nd reason it was not a realistic goal is because - I dont have THAT much to talk about.  If I had an experience or story for every word out there - SOMEBODY should be paying me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So I gave it up and left this blog incomplete &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(for about 3 weeks)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But today I come back to this blog with the full intention of allowing it to reach its full potential and hopefully you will learn something new &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(the vocabulary word)&lt;/span&gt; along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-116896037658528543?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/116896037658528543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=116896037658528543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/116896037658528543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/116896037658528543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/01/imprecation.html' title='Imprecation'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-116805092257459053</id><published>2007-01-05T21:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:35:22.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Blind</title><content type='html'>Disclaimer: Im a Leo and we tend to make a BIG (freaking) deal out of everything  (and I mean - Everything)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.... Here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to wear glasses now (as of a few weeks ago)&lt;br /&gt;If only you could hear my voice everytime I repeat this phrase. I'm in mere shock that all these years (my whole life) I've gone with out them only to HAVE TO -&lt;br /&gt;NO wait -&lt;br /&gt;NEED TO- where glasses, for driving purposes... I mean I literally cant see good.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm not going blind?&lt;br /&gt;All those years (And months) of looking at the computer screen in the dark, the bad glare- (I dispise you now).&lt;br /&gt;All those years (And months) of watching TV on a small screen, straining my eyes - they cant take it any more.&lt;br /&gt;I want to know NOW - if I qualify for Lasic surger - (dont you feel a sense of perfection here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - That's all I want to say about the subject, No more pressure to write blog(s) for entertainment purposes. Just me - sharing a small piece of my world/life/journal - with You&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I just remembered something so funny (yet clever of me) - I used to end my blogs with a question or maybe  P.S. - Just now I ended it like a person talking to itself and there was nothing more to discuss, thus it ended the conversation&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-116805092257459053?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/116805092257459053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=116805092257459053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/116805092257459053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/116805092257459053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/01/going-blind.html' title='Going Blind'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-116804992228145680</id><published>2007-01-05T20:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-05T21:18:42.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No excuses.....</title><content type='html'>Is being busy really a good excuse for not doing what I love to do? (write)&lt;br /&gt;Not really - So I want to respond (and apologize) to Stacy Jones who asked me a very important question - "Why dont I update more regularly?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... (literally scatching my head)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I lack the skill of multi-tasking, which I use to be so good at.  I also feel like I suffer from a mild case of Adult A.D.D. - I just cant stop jumping from one task to the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to you to picture sitting room - which currently consist of: My computer and computer desk; loveseat and chase, small end table, chester drawers, pictures and bamboo. There is a part of my floor, in my sitting room that is especially dedicated to my piles of papers - which are to be filed, looked through, re-evaluated, completed or paid (if it happens to be a bill) or just maybe I dont know what I want to do with it - so its best I keep it before me until I figure it out. This space on my floor in my sitting room has duplicated itself in my office, where I now have pile(s) or boxes of un-sorted papers that I hide under my desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very annoying and embarrasing disease of mines (being disorganized) and what makes it worst is that my boyfriend is ssssssssssssssooooooooooooooooooo - freakin organized sometimes I feel like he comes around to inspect my disorganization with a white glove and fines me for every shoe thats out of place - OKAY - Okay Im exagerating... but he is pretty organized and Stacy this is really a long excuse/answer for I've just been plain busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, There were some occassion when I would start some pieces/writings (in my head, while driving home) only to get to the computer and not remember the purpose of why I wanted to share the material to the public in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think writing a blog has gotten to be a bit demanding - You almost feel obligated to write something "worth reading"  when before I would write from my heart OR write while venting and it felt good - so good...&lt;br /&gt;Now I sit at my computer as if I needed to write a pilot for Larry King or Jerry Seinfeld (sorrie, I just so happen to think that they are very funny - Have you ever seen Curb your Enthusasim?).&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow - That's my long and lame explaination - I hope you will accept my apology. I would say that I will try to do better - but I hate making those kind of promises. (But I will try to do better - okay)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-116804992228145680?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/116804992228145680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=116804992228145680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/116804992228145680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/116804992228145680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-excuses.html' title='No excuses.....'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-116726901004770441</id><published>2006-12-27T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T20:23:30.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture is worth a thousand words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;What I posted on MYSPACE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a lot of my pictures down because I had an interesting conversation with my "boyfriend" (that's another subject, but if he ever reads this at least you know that I listen)... Other than that conversation a more valid issue (to remove the pictues) is that those pictures are the "old" me - I mean - I took those pictures in 2004 (here is it almost 3 years later) and Bobby (my friend and photographer) has been urging me to take more (havent had the time or energy to do it).&lt;br /&gt;If someone was to meet me today they "may not" actually they will have the wrong impression based upone these pictures because - like anything in this world - change has occurred. I dont mean, I've gain 30 pounds and look like a hag - but as I stated before, that's the "old" me.&lt;br /&gt;They say a picture is worth a thousand words - What do these words mean to me??? Hmm... I tend to wonder why I care (But, since I do) If the none of those words a person would say or think to themselves lead them to = respect me because Im beautiful - Then, I need to change my pose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-116726901004770441?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/116726901004770441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=116726901004770441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/116726901004770441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/116726901004770441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/12/picture-is-worth-thousand-words.html' title='A Picture is worth a thousand words'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-116411107833201397</id><published>2006-11-21T07:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T11:37:31.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If its alright with you, of course</title><content type='html'>Am I crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Is this weird to you?&lt;br /&gt;You know... The whole - thinking out loud "thing"&lt;br /&gt;I mean -&lt;br /&gt;Im not scared to share with you my crazy thoughts - my crazy assumptions - my crazy fears and dreams&lt;br /&gt;AND why should I be?&lt;br /&gt;If you go back to my previous blogs - I talk about just wanting to be "me" - sometimes, I mess that up - by adapting, comprising, contemplating, being unsecure, over-thinking, over-processing, thinking your way is better -&lt;br /&gt;AS IF&lt;br /&gt;the grass is green in your yard&lt;br /&gt;(its just a preception - I revisit)&lt;br /&gt;I addressed the grass is greenier with my Beau recently&lt;br /&gt;He quickly put me in check -&lt;br /&gt;THATS WHAT YOU THINK&lt;br /&gt;and thats the problem - WE think TOO (damn) much&lt;br /&gt;Pardon me&lt;br /&gt;but we do&lt;br /&gt;we just think and think - until we come up with more reasons&lt;br /&gt;NOT to do something&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;NOT to be ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I see...&lt;br /&gt;Talking out loud really helps&lt;br /&gt;Because when I keep all these crazy notions in my head&lt;br /&gt;they grOW&lt;br /&gt;they GROW - into non-sense&lt;br /&gt;that I shouldnt even been considering...&lt;br /&gt;Had I really&lt;br /&gt;JUST - talked about it out loud&lt;br /&gt;I use to share ALL my crazy thoughts with my cousin Marcus - for some reason (I seem not to know right now) we are not talking anymore&lt;br /&gt;It could be that its my faze or his&lt;br /&gt;So, I write more (in my journal)&lt;br /&gt;and I talk to God - who never shares my secrets&lt;br /&gt;and I talk Ryane' - cuz we seem to think so much alike and Im not scared to be me - just dont know how to respond at times thats all.&lt;br /&gt;Its almost the end of the year&lt;br /&gt;its it around this time that we start to ponder what we want to do differently for the upcoming year.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I say&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be more of myself&lt;br /&gt;Less of you&lt;br /&gt;and her&lt;br /&gt;and whatever He likes about me - is nice&lt;br /&gt;but that doesnt always work all the time&lt;br /&gt;Im not ALWAYS - this positive all the time&lt;br /&gt;Im not ALWAYS - so understandable all the time&lt;br /&gt;Im not ALWAYS - so carefree all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if its fine - with you&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep up what I know I can do on a regular basis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-116411107833201397?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/116411107833201397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=116411107833201397' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/116411107833201397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/116411107833201397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/11/if-its-alright-with-you-of-course.html' title='If its alright with you, of course'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-116404847025535733</id><published>2006-11-20T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T13:47:50.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It doesnt matter if you get an A on the test - as long as you Pass the test</title><content type='html'>Your Patience is being tested when people are....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GETTING ON YOUR NERVES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;OR.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your - GETTING ON SOMEBODIES NERVES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Me... I get completely surprised by the phrase - as in WHAT? or How So???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asking stupid questions&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not paying attention&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Not listening&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being too silly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being cranky&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Confussion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;OR......... Maybe it has Nothing to do with YOU&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Okay - thats it just a random thought&lt;br /&gt;By the way - that's what happens when you think out loud&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-116404847025535733?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/116404847025535733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=116404847025535733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/116404847025535733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/116404847025535733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/11/it-doesnt-matter-if-you-get-a-on-test.html' title='It doesnt matter if you get an A on the test - as long as you Pass the test'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-116404589763294837</id><published>2006-11-20T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T13:04:57.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes cursing is necessary</title><content type='html'>Sometimes cursing is necessary (hmmm... that's a thought)&lt;br /&gt;I actually dont curse (its true ask my friends)&lt;br /&gt; but it doesnt mean I dont think it sometimes or&lt;br /&gt;use subsitutes or&lt;br /&gt;that "sometimes" I MAY use it/say it - just to show how serious I am...&lt;br /&gt;Example: I aint FUCKING Playing &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(Im being serious, Im not kidding)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sure where these words came from - but they are in the dictionary now so&lt;br /&gt;- so many of us feel the need to use it,&lt;br /&gt;on a daily basis,&lt;br /&gt;with exclaimations,&lt;br /&gt;and emphasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is goes - My Most Favorite Combos:&lt;br /&gt;Bitch -Ass &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(punk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitch - Ass Nigga &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;(Black Man who's a punk)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid -Bitch &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Stupid girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid-Ass-Bitch &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(a girl who did something REALLY Stupid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb -Ass-Bitch &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(same as above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dumb-Ass (&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;same as above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're acting like a Bitch &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(your behavoir is VERY unclassy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking-Bitch&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; (I hate that girl)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking-Hoe &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;(same as above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the Fuck?!! &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(What you do that for?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was Fucking Dumb?! &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(That was REALLY Really Stupid)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Fucking Hate You &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Whoa - They really dont like You)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck You! &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Get out of my face)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck- it &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(I dont care)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut the Fuck up! &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(Be quite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna Fuck You up &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Can be sexual or Can also mean that you need to run)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Me! &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Sexual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna Fuck &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(I want to have sex)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus - Fucking - Christ... &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(whew - thats so dangerous, by the way I've never used that one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's My Shit &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt; like that a lot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats the Shit &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(same as above)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Dumb as Shit &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;(Which means you are REALLY dumb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something smells like some Shit &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Instead of just saying something smells bad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit!!! &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;(Instead of Ouch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure - I missed PLENTY...&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, &lt;em&gt;in my opinion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cursing shows ignorance&lt;br /&gt;Cursing is un-lady-like&lt;br /&gt;Cursing is not appropriate outside of that ignorant conversation you are holding with your friends&lt;br /&gt;Cursing is for people with no vocabulary&lt;br /&gt;Cursing does make some things sound funnier&lt;br /&gt;Cursing is too often not used in it true meaning (hence, Bitch)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-116404589763294837?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/116404589763294837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=116404589763294837' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/116404589763294837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/116404589763294837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/11/sometimes-cursing-is-necessary.html' title='Sometimes cursing is necessary'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-116404413547942152</id><published>2006-11-20T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:35:35.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire in the Hole</title><content type='html'>I am such a freaking idiot! (LOL!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does God work in mysterious ways or is this a dag-gone good excuse to get a new phone... Maybe - But I didnt want to renew my contract with Cingular - I wanted to be able to threaten them with leaving for a better cellular service provider (who ever that is - they all have problems)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow - This is how the story goes...&lt;br /&gt;In my need to drink more water, I threw a bottle of water in my bag AND my cell phone. To my surprise the bottle cap was just a &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;tiny&lt;/span&gt; bit - unscrewed...&lt;br /&gt;Such is life when we make &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"tiny"&lt;/span&gt; mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been so long since I wrote a blog - Im not even sure if this was "blog worthy" - but I wrote it anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Tunned - The Saga continues&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-116404413547942152?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/116404413547942152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=116404413547942152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/116404413547942152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/116404413547942152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/11/fire-in-hole.html' title='Fire in the Hole'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115707694420617286</id><published>2006-08-31T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:15:44.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Read this today...I Likes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;If looks could kill - What's my body count?&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/11756328-115707694420617286?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115707694420617286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115707694420617286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115707694420617286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115707694420617286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/read-this-todayi-likes.html' title='Read this today...I Likes'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115707663872993206</id><published>2006-08-31T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T21:10:38.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boring</title><content type='html'>So I get a little sensitive at times - SUE ME&lt;br /&gt;But rememeber you wont get your money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week&lt;br /&gt;and last week&lt;br /&gt;and maybe the week before that (Im in a blah)&lt;br /&gt;My Body has been screaming - take a break! We need a vacation- your working us too hard.&lt;br /&gt;Today at the office, I cant even recall what I accomplished other than paying some contractor to clean the carpet and checking my blog and email every 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wven when I went to the gym and it was whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Im boried and that's such a dangerous thing for me.&lt;br /&gt;The weather is too crappy to really do anything this weekend - no Florida, most of the beaches on the East Coast are out - like I said blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a lot of good thoughts earlier in the day (I love it when the mind is fresh) I wrote a bomb-poem (that I forget because I didnt have neither paper nor pen to write it down with) the best thing about it - what that the poem was about GOD, I mean I could get some folks "SAVED" - Speaking a which - quick thought, should we really call it SAVED - I prefer saying, I'm Safe - what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I spoke to an old friend - who just so happen to be a passenger on one of my flights from when I used to be a flight attendant. (Dont even ask me) He's been telling me how he's made a change in his career and its going well. I love hearing stuff like that - like I always say - when you are operating in your purpose or gift - there is a blessing inside of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting tired now - gonna go finish this book,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had somebody to walk up behind me and kiss me on my next though (SHUT UP that's the boredom talking)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115707663872993206?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115707663872993206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115707663872993206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115707663872993206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115707663872993206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/boring.html' title='Boring'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115707571484715223</id><published>2006-08-31T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T08:18:49.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Defensive? Sensitive? or Ready to beat a B*^$% A**</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a114/LHarley/DSC00255.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115707571484715223?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115707571484715223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115707571484715223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115707571484715223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115707571484715223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/defensive-sensitive-or-ready-to-beat-b.html' title='Defensive? Sensitive? or Ready to beat a B*^$% A**'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115695331503188941</id><published>2006-08-30T10:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:55:15.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's all up in "MYSPACE"</title><content type='html'>Okay Yall... I recently joined... (drum roll please)&lt;br /&gt;MY SPACE (yikes)&lt;br /&gt;Yep  - me and all the other billions of people (all over the world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interestingly - Im noticing that many people (who I dont know) what to be my friend?&lt;br /&gt;What's that all about (time to explore) I've taken it upon myself to ask anyone who wants to be my friend - WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you go on myspace - set up your account - post some blogs, pictures, songs, videos (nothing like blogspot.com which is more private) and within a short period of time you notice - someone wants to be your friend. Whether its a band or a person - this is a good site for anyone who is lonely or feels like they cant make friends (the key is put a really sexy picture of yourself on the space - they'll never know - lol... Just kidding - unless your gonna do it). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've received request from guys, girls, artist, bands, models, ect.  I would like to get a few more celebs on my space because it seems like the more friends you have the better. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways come check me out: http://www.myspace.com/billioniaregirlsclub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: This myspace account is currently being used for research purposes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115695331503188941?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.myspace.com/billioniaregirlsclub' title='Who&apos;s all up in &quot;MYSPACE&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115695331503188941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115695331503188941' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115695331503188941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115695331503188941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/whos-all-up-in-myspace.html' title='Who&apos;s all up in &quot;MYSPACE&quot;'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115695265733348927</id><published>2006-08-30T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:44:17.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I like this one -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I'm not shouting "I'm clean livin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I'm whispering "I was lost,"Now I'm found and forgiven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When I say..."I am a Christian"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't speak of this with pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm confessing that I stumbleand need CHRIST to be my guide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I'm not trying to be strong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm professing that I'm weakand need HIS strength to carry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When I say.. "I am a Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I'm not bragging of success.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm admitting I have failed and need God to clean my mess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I'm not claiming to be perfect,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My flaws are far too visiblebut, God believes I am worth it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When I say.. "I am a Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I still feel the sting of pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I have my share of heartaches So I call upon His name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;When I say... "I am a Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"I'm not holier than thou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm just a simple sinnerwho received God's good grace, somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Author ~Maya Angelou~&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/11756328-115695265733348927?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115695265733348927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115695265733348927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115695265733348927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115695265733348927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-like-this-one.html' title='I like this one -'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115645254157141563</id><published>2006-08-24T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T15:49:02.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-esteem</title><content type='html'>Interesting definition I heard on self-esteem&lt;br /&gt;First - from the dictionary:&lt;br /&gt;1 -Pride in oneself; self-respect.&lt;br /&gt;2- A sense of one's own dignity or worth: &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/amour-propre" target="_top"&gt;amour-propre&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/ego" target="_top"&gt;ego&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/pride" target="_top"&gt;pride&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/self-regard" target="_top"&gt;self-regard&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/self-respect" target="_top"&gt;self-respect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you, answers.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second - ME&lt;br /&gt;I guess if I had to pick a meaning I would go with EGO, being that I seem to have a semi-large one.  I mean on most day - I "chalk it up" (slang) to the fact that I'm a Leo, &lt;a href="http://www.astrology-online.com/leo.htm"&gt;http://www.astrology-online.com/leo.htm&lt;/a&gt; (I can teach you, but I'll have to charge - Yeah, well she and I share the same birthday) not to mention - that I've been told almost all my life, how beautiful and special and creative and talented and.... I am.&lt;br /&gt;Wow...I didnt realize - how much of a sponge I am - soaking up every last bit of it. Now when I receive a complement, if its something I've heard before  -my mouth is saying thank you, but my mind is saying "I know".&lt;br /&gt;Now adays - I crave complements, that I've never heard before, something on the lines of stunningly gorgeous (that surely would make me smile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third - What was said&lt;br /&gt;To often we only focus on the word "esteem" by the way, which is a verb - meaning someone else needs to do (all) the work.&lt;br /&gt;Definition:&lt;br /&gt;To have a high opinion of: &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/admire" target="_top"&gt;admire&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/consider" target="_top"&gt;consider&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/honour" target="_top"&gt;honor&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/regard" target="_top"&gt;regard&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/respect" target="_top"&gt;respect&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/value" target="_top"&gt;value&lt;/a&gt;. Idioms: look up to, thinkhighlymuchwellof. See &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/praise-blame" target="_top"&gt;praise/blame&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To recognize the worth, quality, importance, or magnitude of: &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/appreciate" target="_top"&gt;appreciate&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/cherish" target="_top"&gt;cherish&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/prize" target="_top"&gt;prize1&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/respect" target="_top"&gt;respect&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/treasure" target="_top"&gt;treasure&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/value" target="_top"&gt;value&lt;/a&gt;. Idioms: set store by. See &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/praise-blame" target="_top"&gt;praise/blame&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;To look upon in a particular way: &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/account" target="_top"&gt;account&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/consider" target="_top"&gt;consider&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/deem" target="_top"&gt;deem&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/reckon" target="_top"&gt;reckon&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/regard" target="_top"&gt;regard&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/see" target="_top"&gt;see&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/view" target="_top"&gt;view&lt;/a&gt;. See &lt;a class="ilnk" onclick="assignParam('navinfo','method4'+getLinkTextForCookie(this));" href="http://www.answers.com/topic/perspective-similar-words" target="_top"&gt;perspective&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;But actually, its SELF- esteem... So all these definition you see above, if your not: cherishing, appreciating, praising, admiring, considering, honoring, valuing and RESPECTING yourself - No one else is gonna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its starts with you , remember I asked yesterday who sets the bar in this case, that would be you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astrology-online.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115645254157141563?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115645254157141563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115645254157141563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115645254157141563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115645254157141563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/self-esteem.html' title='Self-esteem'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115637733482160493</id><published>2006-08-23T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T18:55:34.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aint this a trip!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ever since I moved into this neighborhood &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;(over a year ago)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have/had this neighbor - &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(male of course)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;who has been/was flirting with me and saying slick stuff out of his mouth &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(an older man, of coure)&lt;/span&gt;- all which I politely ignored and or gave him the dumb look &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(which seems to work in most situations)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;However on the last&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt; (flirt)&lt;/span&gt; occassion, when he felt inclined to comment as the strap of my shirt slid off my shower &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(and his comment - "take it off") &lt;/span&gt;... Bye the way, I wonder what do you say to an individual that is so desperate for attention &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(dont show them any)&lt;/span&gt; and ignorant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;... I ignored, I kept walking, I laughed (to myself), I made comments to myself (out loud) like... Wow - followed by more laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;PUSH LINE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Went in my house and within 10-15, door bell rings &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(hmmm...) &lt;/span&gt;I go check the door to find this lady (looks familar) standing on the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;CONVERSATION:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me: Yes may I help you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lady: Hi, I just wanted to ask you if my husband has been flirting with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Me: (huh) Umm... who are you speaking of? as if I didnt have a clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lady: Well I thought I walked in on something and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; "he"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being a man is going to lie &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(thats right girl)&lt;/span&gt; - So I decided to come to you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;as a woman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; not to start any problems, but because we live in the same neighborhood.....I can't have this man out her disrespecting me like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me: Well - let me make sure I'm accussing the right person, does he drive the black truck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Lady: that's actually my truck - but YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Me: Okay - we'll thats him (my work is done!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Note:(I didnt include the part of the coversation where she tells me that they live together, have children, blah - blah - blah, I mean just plain trifflin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;CURRENTLY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Telling on ole boy has made my life uncomfortable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Just when I thought I was helping this lady out - now when I see him, Im try not to look in his direction for sake of her catching him - looking at me &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(which he cant help)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;This is some BULL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;and I just wanted you to know this happened in July &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(is it time to get over it - he's probably so pissed at me-hahahahaha - thats what you get)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;However...Enough is Enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;give me back my freedom to walk the streets and be starred at !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson here Ladies: Under no circumstances, should you let a man disrespect you&lt;br /&gt;Lesson her Men: You might win some - but you really lost one &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;(I wish that was an orginal, but I actually stole that from Lauryn, that girl is good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115637733482160493?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115637733482160493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115637733482160493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115637733482160493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115637733482160493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/aint-this-trip-ever-since-i-moved-into.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115634079683376631</id><published>2006-08-23T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T08:50:31.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Starring at the computer&lt;br /&gt;what to do?&lt;br /&gt;what to do?&lt;br /&gt;rather be a home&lt;br /&gt;balled up in covers&lt;br /&gt;watching something on the tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is that kind of day&lt;br /&gt;where im not feeling my best&lt;br /&gt;something about life - makes me feel like Im settling for less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God u see me&lt;br /&gt;but what do you see&lt;br /&gt;outside - im glam&lt;br /&gt;but what's inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115634079683376631?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115634079683376631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115634079683376631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115634079683376631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115634079683376631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/blue.html' title='Blue'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115627388126970626</id><published>2006-08-22T14:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T21:32:07.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>B-more</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I made this joke (kidding around with a friend) - saying that Baltimore is whack... its a rest stop in between DC and NY. I even smile as I write this because its kinda cold to deny the city of its rights.&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow - I want to apologize and show some &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.beautyinbaltimore.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baltimore... your still growing on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115627388126970626?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115627388126970626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115627388126970626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115627388126970626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115627388126970626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/b-more.html' title='B-more'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115627019948795746</id><published>2006-08-22T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T13:09:59.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not sorry - its human nature</title><content type='html'>i dont know why but I find comfort in revealing myself (my mistakes). It takes the edge off of trying to be perfect. I mean who set the bar anyway - no me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont kow why but I almost want to make a mistake a day - just to be reminded of how human I am.&lt;br /&gt;Small mistakes - that I think I should get away with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;forgetting to make my bed in the morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;snoozing way too many times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;leaving a dish(es) in the sink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not drinking enough water&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not returning a call or calls&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not ironing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;skipping breakfast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drinking too much coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not wearing any make-up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pimples (yes I get them all the time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;running out the house with out deodorant (because I think Im European)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating McDonalds (upsetting my stomach every time)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;eating ice cream from Maggie Moos - for dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;forgetting to cancel appointments&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;forgetting to shave my legs &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;forgetting things period&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;not valuing my own opinion&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;letting too many people give me their opinions (advice)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;letting too many people in my business&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;over thinking&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;over processing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;over analyzing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;over doing it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being too generous&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being a people pleaser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being a push over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being moody&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;being me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115627019948795746?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115627019948795746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115627019948795746' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115627019948795746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115627019948795746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-not-sorry-its-human-nature.html' title='I&apos;m not sorry - its human nature'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115603909575440768</id><published>2006-08-19T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T13:17:28.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hung Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;.hov:hover{background-color:yellow}&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div id='Title' style='font:bold 11px verdana'&gt;&lt;a class='hov' style='display:block;width:300px;border:solid 2px black;padding:5px' href="http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/m/madonna/hung_up-2.html" target='_blank'&gt;HUNG UP (Madonna)&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed name='RAOCXplayer' src='http://www.videocodezone.com/videos/m/madonna/hung_up_692388.asx' type='application/x-mplayer2' width='300' height='300' autostart='true' ShowControls='1' ShowStatusBar='0' loop='true' EnableContextMenu='0' DisplaySize='0' pluginspage='http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin:3px 0px"&gt;&lt;a href='http://www.videocodezone.com/'&gt;Video Code provided by VideoCodeZone.Com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115603909575440768?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115603909575440768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115603909575440768' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115603909575440768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115603909575440768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/hung-up.html' title='Hung Up'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115603796617356105</id><published>2006-08-19T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T20:39:26.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Schools in session</title><content type='html'>This year - school (in PG County) starts on "my" birthday&lt;br /&gt;So I'm taking this opportunity to teach a very important subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Why Men Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bitches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Men you &lt;em&gt;may &lt;/em&gt;follow along - but obviously this course isnt for you - feel free to comment - I would like to know if you think I'm right or wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I've signed you up for this course - Tell me are you a "Nice Girl"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please Take Notes)&lt;br /&gt;The Nice Girl = overcompensates, gives everything she has to a man she barely knows, doesnt allow the man to invest much of anything into the relationship. She will go along with what (she believes) her man likes - in order to be liked. And at all costs wants to hold on to the relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one answer YES or NO (No explainations - PLEASE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Do you feel guilty when you say no, or do you say no and then second-guess yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Do you often try to tell your partner that you want to be treated with respect?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3.Do you find yourself bartering or negotiating for want you want or need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Do you often pass up sleep or the need for persoanl time to meet his needs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Do you regularly see him on short notice when it is convenient for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Do you find that you repeat what you've asked for as though he didnt hear it the first time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. After a fight, are you always the first to contact him or apologize?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. Do you find you are much more doting and affetionate than he is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;9. Do you often feel depleted after he has been with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;10. Do you constantly want more attention or reassurance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have answered YES to 5 or more of these questions -you are giving Far more than you are receiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Disclaimer #1(This Quiz comes directly from the Why Men Love Bitches - handbook, its a must have in your "self-help library)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so this is what you can do - You can follow along &amp; I promise I wont be able to do this every day - but since I've become somewhat nicer than what I use to be - I just wanted to be reminded why that is an absolute NO - to the NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Disclaimer #2 - This does not all mean that I am a bitter female who can not get a man or want a man. I actually want to be in a loving, trusting and respectful (mariage) relationship - Just dont get it twisted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115603796617356105?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115603796617356105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115603796617356105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115603796617356105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115603796617356105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/schools-in-session.html' title='Schools in session'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115603649943387142</id><published>2006-08-19T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T20:14:59.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Happy Birthday Nia!!!&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/11756328-115603649943387142?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115603649943387142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115603649943387142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115603649943387142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115603649943387142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-nia.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115583495182258355</id><published>2006-08-17T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T12:16:04.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drive Safely</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"If we werent suppose to turn around - then why does a car have stirring wheel? " Lauryn Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Listening to Lauryn Hill today - the MTV Unplugged CD, so you know she was....... (WAIT!) let me think about what I want to say here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I want to say she was acting crazy because that is what everyone deemed her to be (at the time).&lt;br /&gt;(pondering) she wasnt the "Lauryn" we got used to and accepted - The funky style, secular mixed with spirtual lyrics, even reading the Bible at the Grammy's - we accepted all of that and crowned her with the (Pop) Hip-Hop title&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I want to say? (in that blank space)&lt;br /&gt;That she was speaking the truth? - cause she was&lt;br /&gt;As I quoted one of the several inspirational, aspirational comments she spoke to the crowd, through the CD - I decide how I want to fill that blank&lt;br /&gt;She was being real -&lt;br /&gt;and although people often think they "recognize real" - most of us are are unfamilar with its features.&lt;br /&gt;I often laugh whenever I hear myself repeat what my god-mother said to me once..."common sense isnt that common"&lt;br /&gt;Same is true when it comes to recognizing the "realness" in people&lt;br /&gt;So sorry folks - you wont get any negative comments on this blog-site about Lauryn Hill&lt;br /&gt;Today - I'll use my powers for good not evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive Safely&lt;br /&gt;&amp; remember when you feel like you're lost or getting further &amp;amp; further away from your destination - there is power in a U-turn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115583495182258355?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115583495182258355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115583495182258355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115583495182258355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115583495182258355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/drive-safely.html' title='Drive Safely'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115583370444478845</id><published>2006-08-17T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T11:55:04.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addition</title><content type='html'>I dont wanna be your other half&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;One + One = Two&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115583370444478845?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115583370444478845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115583370444478845' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115583370444478845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115583370444478845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/addition.html' title='Addition'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115526410121430991</id><published>2006-08-10T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T21:41:41.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your spinning me around&lt;br /&gt;my feel are off the ground&lt;br /&gt;I dont know where I stand&lt;br /&gt;do you have to hold my hand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115526410121430991?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115526410121430991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115526410121430991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115526410121430991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115526410121430991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/your-spinning-me-around-my-feel-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115497891752967383</id><published>2006-08-07T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T14:28:38.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dealing with the fact that Im "special"</title><content type='html'>Most people in my life - take an interest in me, as if Im such an Extraordinary person (eventhough I am) - This only make me (at times) put pressure on myself to "perform" (although making people smile comes naturally).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But that aint me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I sometimes say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Who are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to stand in my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a piece of mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I have to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;for me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I want to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I like to be kissed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but not a first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I hold it all in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;until I burst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I know what they mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;when they say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;a curse and a gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;read in between the lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;until u catch my drift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I wish I could make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;more plain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but I wont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tell me - what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;tell me - love is untrue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I'll keep trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;until I die of it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;its alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;if I cry a bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I keep looking at the road of ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;they keep telling me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;rockin roll is dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;they musta been talking about the beattles instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cuz i keep hearin the sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;chanting my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;as I got knocked down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I get back up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;cause I can not loose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I say it to u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;but u must be confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Still smiling and dancing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;while I regain my composure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;its gonna take the best of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to prove to you - what I told ya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I didnt know I could take a hit like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I was sure I didnt wanna deal with this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;But there's no one else here but me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Its no one's responsibility&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to fulfill my destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Once I realize what I gotta do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I cant fail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;even if I wanted to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I must prevail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Even though I wasnt trying to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;its what's inside of me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and I cant fight myself no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, that was not on purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then: When I first began this blog journey I often talked about how I hated the fact that people would put me in a box called Sean (business name), Shonda (what my family calls me), Laseandia (my biological reference, Im still figuring out), Hamani ( a split personality), or even "that girl."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I make mistakes yall and it seems like I have more people watching my fall than the average (N) - Dont watch me - Watch TV&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Some of yall need Jesus - and Im not kidding&lt;br /&gt;You keep tryna do everything on your own and you aint really doing it&lt;br /&gt;What's gonna happen when it all falls a part?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115497891752967383?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115497891752967383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115497891752967383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115497891752967383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115497891752967383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/08/dealing-with-fact-that-im-special.html' title='Dealing with the fact that Im &quot;special&quot;'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115349748924388248</id><published>2006-07-21T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T14:33:42.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont send me your hospital bill for breaking your neck</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Follow my lead:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ladies - when you see a guy in a "nice car" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DONT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Break your neck trying to see what he looks like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Start drawing attention to yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Walk with that EX-tra swagger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Start putting on lipstick/lipgloss at the traffic light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Turn-up you music (especially if the songs talks about sex, sexy females, or a guy seeing a female who he thinks is sexy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just STOP making a big deal about it (you look like a Mercedes groupie) We are blowing Negro's egos up and Im here to shut that thang down like..... RIGHT NOW - you've been served&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115349748924388248?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115349748924388248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115349748924388248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115349748924388248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115349748924388248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-send-me-your-hospital-bill-for.html' title='Dont send me your hospital bill for breaking your neck'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115349217331246996</id><published>2006-07-21T09:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T09:29:33.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay - I feel a lot better now</title><content type='html'>Do I look 5 Years Old to you?&lt;br /&gt;Then why are you talking to me - &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;like I NEED for you to talk to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;This is what I'm wondering when People who think they know it all - Go Wild!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All up in my business like I'm the child. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Excuse me but you cant even tie your own shoes. (Just trying to make a point)&lt;br /&gt;Telling me about what you think I should do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Talk until your face is blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I don't care I'm not really listening to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why don't you go write a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;or better yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;take a look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;in the mirror - at Yo beam - in Yo eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mighty big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;care to tell me why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maybe you should try to quit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keep your mouth close and stay out of other people's shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yeah I said a really bad word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But it wasn't as bad as your opinion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I needed to vent that&lt;br /&gt;My God-mother (Yeah, I called her out) she is that much of a control freak. And here I am trying to keep my attitude tempeture to 250 degrees - all the while boiling at aggravation.&lt;br /&gt;Here is my real issue... I really don't want to say what's on my mind because that's a VERY dangerous thing. I mean I may not even be friends with some people if I told them what I really think about some of the things they do or say. I have learned to bite my tongue and the good thing about that is that while I'm biting I realize that I have somethings with me that someone can very have the "opinion" that I have any of the following issues:&lt;br /&gt;A Bad Attitude&lt;br /&gt;A Bad Opinion&lt;br /&gt;A Bad Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;An Accusation&lt;br /&gt;A know it all&lt;br /&gt;A tell it all&lt;br /&gt;A Female Dog (The show is over folks - no more curse words here)&lt;br /&gt;Rude&lt;br /&gt;Inconsiderate (Ooo - I would love to hear that thought)&lt;br /&gt;Or just plain out telling you how dumb something or somebody is...&lt;br /&gt;that's all (smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - I feel a lot better now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115349217331246996?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115349217331246996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115349217331246996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115349217331246996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115349217331246996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay-i-feel-lot-better-now.html' title='Okay - I feel a lot better now'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115343670075620584</id><published>2006-07-20T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T18:05:01.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Harley Smile...</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a114/LHarley/meKi.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a114/LHarley/KiatOceanCity2.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a114/LHarley/Kaylainsand.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a114/LHarley/KaylaFriends.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a114/LHarley/KiatOceanCity.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115343670075620584?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115343670075620584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115343670075620584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115343670075620584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115343670075620584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/07/that-harley-smile.html' title='That Harley Smile...'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-115032908877606378</id><published>2006-06-14T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T18:51:28.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood, Sweat &amp; a Damn Good Pen</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a114/LHarley/BookExpo2006-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a114/LHarley/BookExpo2006-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a114/LHarley/Bookexpo2006-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-115032908877606378?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/115032908877606378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=115032908877606378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115032908877606378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/115032908877606378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/06/blood-sweat-damn-good-pen.html' title='Blood, Sweat &amp; a Damn Good Pen'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-114995761687929775</id><published>2006-06-10T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:40:16.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;OKay - Now this is it - Now Buss it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you grew up in my era - then u should know that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Salt-N-Peppa&lt;/span&gt; orginial lyric&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what Im talking about it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Things that happen only in the summer time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(no special order - just random observations)&lt;br /&gt;-Guys carrying hand towels as accessories to their clothing (as if its that hot they need to constantly wipe off sweat)&lt;br /&gt;- Females who let their toes go September - May are all of sudden taking care of themselves (Things that make me go hmmm...)&lt;br /&gt;- It used to be an empty parking lot - but now its Roscoe's Car Wash and Detailing Shop&lt;br /&gt;-Female dare devils - who wanna ride on a dude's motorcyle with out a helmet and mind you - you have on shorts or a short skirt (Dont worry he's just taking you around the corner its not like you could get into an accident going 2 blocks away)&lt;br /&gt;- A sudden urge to go to the park - AND you just so happen you have on a nice outfit, your car is clean, your best CD and/or DVD is playing, you suddenly want to obey the speed limit and drive slow AND you are most likely to succeed if you have a dog (Missing items include: a picnic basket, a blanket, and/or a grill)&lt;br /&gt;- Females showing more skin (But seriously DC is rather humid right ladies)&lt;br /&gt;-Guys are not really feeling like a relationship - its seems like its too hot to have you around me all the time&lt;br /&gt;-Front seat male passengers - saying the following: Hey..............; Hey Ma; Telling their boy to beep the horn and/or whistling is STILL whack (However, there are still females out here responding to that non-sense)&lt;br /&gt;-All White Parties&lt;br /&gt;-Anybody who's doin it - goes to Miami for Memorial Day &amp; Labor Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Im sure you can do better - What did I leave out? - You tell me what other common things people do in the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-114995761687929775?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/114995761687929775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=114995761687929775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/114995761687929775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/114995761687929775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/06/okay-now-this-is-it-now-buss-it-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11756328.post-114977864852679387</id><published>2006-06-08T09:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T09:57:28.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I think I really like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;for my room to be dirty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I dont always like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;for my room to be clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;clutter is n the eye of the beholder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;but u dont know what that means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;there was something in side me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;that made me look straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;may be its the pride in me that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;makes me contemplate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;#2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Dont come around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;if u dont wanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Stop talking in circles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;why dont u be clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Sigh if u want 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Cry if u want 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;well then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;shut the fuck up! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;why dont u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;#3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&amp; i could pick back up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;whenever I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I guess &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;N sum way Im waiting 4 u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2 be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;or 2 realize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;the storyline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;all things work together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;n due time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;but u were hasty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so full of doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;pondering if&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this was going 2 work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;now in silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;whats more to be said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;three little monkeys jumping on the bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;one jumped off &amp;amp; the doctor said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ur the lucky one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11756328-114977864852679387?l=seandia.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/feeds/114977864852679387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11756328&amp;postID=114977864852679387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/114977864852679387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11756328/posts/default/114977864852679387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://seandia.blogspot.com/2006/06/1-2-3.html' title='1, 2, 3'/><author><name>Hamani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09613006280851284181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y44/luckystar_1/Kelis_sex.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
