<?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-7994050</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:15:04.947-04:00</updated><category term='giving thanks for the life in me i&apos;m giving thanks......... - beres hammond'/><category term='who will save your soul if you won&apos;t save your own.... - jewel'/><category term='the woman named Iris gave birth to the Goddess...... - sinead o&apos;connor'/><category term='i&apos;m not tryin&apos; to pressure you just can&apos;t help thinkin&apos; bout you you ain&apos;t even really gotta be my girlfriend i just wanna know your name..... - musiq'/><category term='magic maker wish me one wish hold me to your light and maybe oh what if i say why don&apos;t we play i&apos;ll wear your star.... - goldfrapp'/><category term='feeling all that'/><category term='take me as i am...and look at where i&apos;m going.'/><category term='when the truth is i miss you...... - coldplay'/><category term='its bittersweet for me to know the fever&apos;s taking over the status of my fear soars i&apos;m waging a war a war in me........ -  kenna'/><category term='passing me by........ - pharcyde'/><category term='music made me so it&apos;s only music who can save me..... - vanyaism'/><category term='do it take your mama out all night.... - scissor sisters'/><category term='bag lady you gon hurt your back draggin all dem bags like that........... - erykah badu'/><category term='mic check...1 2 3'/><category term='God Questions Prayer'/><category term='this was inspired by the words and comments i&apos;ve received on this blog from other wonderful writers..'/><category term='i am trying but it is trying'/><category term='i know we all got our faults we get locked in our vaults and we stay.... - amos lee'/><category term='selah and it means praise and meditation and then he came...... - lauryn hill'/><category term='Tired'/><category term='hope'/><category term='it&apos;s gonna be alright he&apos;s just using you the battle is not yours it&apos;s the Lord&apos;s............ - yolanda adams'/><category term='i woke up this morning with music in my ear........ - vanyaism'/><category term='my mindset tells me i will triumph... - vanyaism'/><category term='make me a blessing.'/><category term='the trick is to keep breathing....... - garbage.'/><category term='but that lets me know that she&apos;s a human being and being human&apos;s hard on the boulevard..... - andre 3000'/><category term='..you&apos;re gonna be the death of me i don&apos;t want you but i need you i love you and hate you at the very same time bittersweet..... - kanye west'/><category term='my man don&apos;t want me no more he says he needed his time to clear his mind meanwhile i&apos;m losing mine ooh ooh ooh....... - intro to &quot;where do we go from here&quot;...alicia keys'/><category term='i&apos;m trying but it&apos;s trying'/><category term='judge not lest...'/><category term='listening to &apos;down to brass tacks&quot; tite tunes.....'/><category term='free time... - kenna'/><category term='come off the spoon....'/><category term='these words are my own....... - natasha bedingfield'/><category term='no one wins. one side just loses more slowly.... - pres'/><category term='moody - there are words for people like me'/><category term='listen as your day unfolds challenge what the future holds try and keep your head up to the sky.... - des&apos;ree'/><category term='just be yourself (anyway that you want to)......... - morcheeba'/><category term='men love to do the crime but hate to do the time young man why are you wasting mine with the same old rhymes....... - vanyaism'/><category term='blessings praise life god'/><category term='the sweetest thing i&apos;ve ever known was like the kiss on a collarbone........... - lauryn hill'/><category term='give me sundays........ - meklit hadero'/><category term='it could all be so simple but you rather make it hard loving you is like a battle....... - lauryn hill'/><category term='oh tell me that i&apos;m not only one going through it all oh sometimes it feels like i&apos;m the only one who&apos;s going through it all...... - alicia keys'/><category term='music is in the breaths that pump through me....seen'/><category term='we all have something that digs at us at least we dig each other..... - incubus'/><category term='how can stars not shine..'/><category term='what am i trippin&apos; on?......... - clipse'/><category term='it&apos;s having the strength to overcome this colour conscious nation.....'/><category term='you used to captivate me by your resonating light...... - evanescence'/><category term='you&apos;re part of my identity i sometimes have the tendency to look at you religiously....... - lauryn hill feat. d&apos;angelo'/><category term='being black is bravery and determination'/><category term='crop-over festival sweet fah days.....'/><category term='you know what I&apos;m sayin&apos;?.......- angie stone'/><category term='black orange white and red dresses hanging off my bed.... - david garza'/><category term='writing therapy..'/><category term='there are too many questions there is not one solution there is no resurrection there is so much confusion....... - madonna'/><category term='....says she acts like &quot;a ms. goody two-shoes&quot; ye that&apos;s me nice to meet you...'/><category term='who am i what and why cause all i have left are my memories of yesterday...... - portishead'/><category term='i don&apos;t know why it&apos;s not a taste or a sound.... - vanyaism'/><category term='i wish for you a hundred years of success but it&apos;s my time...... - jay-z'/><category term='i won&apos;t be a fool a fool for love cause baby i&apos;d rather be alone..... - karyn white'/><category term='this is a sad day'/><category term='tried to fool me apparently don&apos;t know who i be........ - spooks'/><category term='what good do your words do if they can&apos;t understand you........ - erykah badu'/><category term='i just can&apos;t give up now come too far from where i started from nobody told me that the road would be easy and i don&apos;t believe he brought me this far to leave me...'/><category term='life god blessings'/><category term='cheese sniff haw'/><category term='i am blessed with the freedom to contemplate existence.'/><category term='how many times must a man watch the sun rise over his head without feeling free...... - jamiroquai'/><category term='grace needs a little more freedom...love needs room to breathe...... - plumb'/><category term='this is a rebel song.... - sinead o&apos;connor'/><category term='low energy vibes questions'/><category term='the bubblings that reminds me there&apos;s a sweet joy in my heart...... - vanyaism'/><category term='and that&apos;s how you let the beat build....... - lil wayne'/><category term='meet me in my dreams.....'/><category term='children blessings'/><category term='what would you do if i followed you......... - stone temple pilots'/><category term='the thing is we both need each other feel me?'/><category term='awake grandparents reflections love'/><category term='when i&apos;m weak i draw strength from you and when you&apos;re lost i know how to change your mood and when i&apos;m down you breathe life over me..... - zero 7'/><category term='mama ah got dreams........ - lil brother'/><category term='like sweet morning dew i took one look at you and it was plain to see you were my destiny..... - marvin gaye'/><category term='says i&apos;m imperfect in every way miss almost miss maybe miss halfway...... - anya marina'/><title type='text'>the trouble with being imperfect</title><subtitle type='html'>...because praise is what i do..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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we stay strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and remember to pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the hungry and starving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;will all get their full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the church seats will all be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;taken by the faithful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yes, a brighter day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is gonna come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as long as we spread that love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm not giving up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;on the drop-outs or illeterates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i won't snitch on those who had to fail &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'fore they kicked their habits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for that brighter day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is meant for them too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you never know when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's watching you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he forgives you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and he loves us so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he's just waiting for us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and that brighter day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is going change&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the mindset of a lazy society&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He already forgave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh a brighter day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is coming again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what joyful day when we meet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in his Kingdom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lord, send down your continued blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the people know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-1278901231491454445?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1278901231491454445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=1278901231491454445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1278901231491454445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1278901231491454445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2010/03/brighter-day.html' title='a brighter day'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-7715204555378529071</id><published>2010-03-06T01:27:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T02:34:32.888-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children blessings'/><title type='text'>God, bless the children</title><content type='html'>when i was a child&lt;div&gt;i played as happily as a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i laughed hysterically at jokes i didn't understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i asked countless questions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was more trusting of people and i believed their words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i loved big airplanes, barbies and horse racing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i loved visits to daddy on week-ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i believed in the tooth fairy and monsters under the bed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i wanted so badly to go to wonderland with alice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was just as, or even more talkative&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i asked millions of questions as a child, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was more playful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took more risks as a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i never broke any promises.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i cherished bedtime stories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i always went to sleep with a night lamp.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i spoke as children do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i knew my place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when i was a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i got punished when i should&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i was never beaten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was never tied to a chair and forgotten&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was never put in a microwave or an oven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was never found in a trash can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was never starved or neglected&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was never abused or misused or stomped on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was never alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh children of today&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who are robbed of a wonderful childhood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who are forced to grow up too fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who never laugh and know no joy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love you because i don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if i could make it today the way you do.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and all i have are tales &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of a woman who was once a child &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but has since put away those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God, bless the children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;please, bless the children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-7715204555378529071?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7715204555378529071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=7715204555378529071' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7715204555378529071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7715204555378529071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-bless-children.html' title='God, bless the children'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-1561631745892085889</id><published>2010-03-05T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T01:09:53.224-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awake grandparents reflections love'/><title type='text'>tick tock</title><content type='html'>1 am in the morning, and i just can't sleep...i'm in New York.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm in NY cause i lost my job, i'm in NY cause my grandfather is worsening, i'm in NY cause somehow i feel this is where God wants me to be right now so i'm not afraid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my second home. being here reminds me of all the reasons why i love this city. why i appreciate the seasons of change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1:03 and i can't sleep because there is something nagging at me about the way i was "let go" though i know i should let go and Let God. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;see, if it weren't for me losing my job i would not be in the position i am right now.  i would not be in the position to lend support to my grandmother who really needs it the most right now. as we prepare for the transition into the "home".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was blaming 'this body' and 'that body' for me being unemployed. thinking 'they'd won'. but right now i don't see any winners. and if it was in God's hands from the beginning i really don't have a need to be worried or fearful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm awake at 1:06 am because i know it takes my grand dad a few tossings and turnings to fall soundly to sleep. i'm awake because i need to be. i'm awake so i could be there in case he needs me. either way, i don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-1561631745892085889?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1561631745892085889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=1561631745892085889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1561631745892085889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1561631745892085889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2010/03/tick-tock.html' title='tick tock'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-7082381647674670734</id><published>2010-01-27T22:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T22:44:16.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>hope's door? let me in..</title><content type='html'>why are we so scared?&lt;div&gt;to step into the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doesn't our faith guarantee us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that this will end right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i'm afraid and i don't know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the world keeps a-shifting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the plates are broken on the table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and there's a big mess in the kitchen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there's crying somewhere in the world tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;though i cannot hear from here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i feel the need to say a prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and hope that my thoughts reach them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whoever they are, those unnamed faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;with blood shot eyes and open scars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who'd probably care less about hotels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;clothes, cars, or who did what at the bar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i won't lie it scares me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as there seems to be no escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;from the torturing and the beatings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no mother's love to keep you warm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or protect you while you're sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;its hard i say to keep the faith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when the world's filled with the faithless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i pray that we can change our ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and find a way to save the saveless.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-7082381647674670734?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7082381647674670734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=7082381647674670734' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7082381647674670734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7082381647674670734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2010/01/hope-door-let-me-in.html' title='hope&apos;s door? let me in..'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-4895270118051583871</id><published>2009-11-20T01:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T01:28:49.902-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life god blessings'/><title type='text'>life is a short but wonderful journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;life is so precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;life is so grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;you better nourish and water it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the very best you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;life is so delicate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;life is so pure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it can breakdown those walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;let love from you pore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;life is a mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;a puzzle at times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;tomorrow is not promised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but forever is mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;as i play in His kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;as i lay at His feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;what a day of rejoicing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;when my Father i meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;so take this sweet life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and it's presents too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;make sure you're living it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the way He wants you to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i try to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagine living to be 95 years old! how wonderful that must be! cheers to a great man, who i barely knew but who was also my neighbour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is too short not to live it rejoicing!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i will lift up a praise and say a prayer tonight for him and for niamh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be blessed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-4895270118051583871?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4895270118051583871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=4895270118051583871' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/4895270118051583871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/4895270118051583871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2009/11/life-is-short-but-wonderful-journey.html' title='life is a short but wonderful journey'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-1709429220805631500</id><published>2009-10-27T23:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T11:02:26.591-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings praise life god'/><title type='text'>i am blessed...aren't i?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i can't lie&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've been feeling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;low, lower than&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i ever cared to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;go,  down to&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;without a foot&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;to stand on.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've been&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;worked hard&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;verbally scarred&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and never praised&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;for the things&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i do.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not that they&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;need to. i mean&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i woke up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;this morning&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;did the usual&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;but there was&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;something unusual&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;about doing it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i've let my worries&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;get the best&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;of me, i didn't give&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;praise or even&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;notice the new&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;day and fresh dew&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i might as well&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;be blind for not&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;seeing life's beauty..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not noticing the smells&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;not listening&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;to the sounds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;of God's music..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;those jazzy leaves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;crazy country cars&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;those soul sistas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and those rhythm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and blues guitar winds&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;that kissed my cheeks&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and lifted my spirit&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;with their passing.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;they say God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;don't like ugly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;but doesn't he?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;bajans say&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"he coming fah we&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;cause we sinnin"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;but isn't God forgiving?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;doesn't he Love&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;everything?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and everyone. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;come on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;let's not forget&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;to big-Him-up one&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;to give Him praise&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;give Him his due..won't you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i think i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;should stop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;waltzing through&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;life without giving&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;praise where i can&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i'm a woman&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;with so much&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;going on i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;gotta share it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;with someone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;why not try&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;on earth 'fore &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;my soul kisses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the sky, it's the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;least i can do&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;i mean, i'm&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;blessed..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;aren't i?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;thank you.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh challenges challenges, challenges, they never go away, but i've learnt how to laugh at you, how to pray and keep the faith, only grave diggers start at the top and it's time i started doing it His way, not mine, and not in my time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;today at work was hard but i made it through by God's grace..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's hard to let go and let God be in control, but not doing that would be like fighting a losing battle so, i'm letting go..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life is so wonderful, i just don't want to waste a day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be blessed people and listen to the music..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-1709429220805631500?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1709429220805631500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=1709429220805631500' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1709429220805631500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1709429220805631500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-blessedarent-i.html' title='i am blessed...aren&apos;t i?'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-8878251839937186550</id><published>2009-05-26T21:53:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:09:00.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheese sniff haw'/><title type='text'>who moved my cheese?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i u&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nderstand that i am not meant to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and everyday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; learning that i need not always look to the sky to see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you are everywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i feel weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i feel strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when i feel in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it's not just me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but it's you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;living in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gee, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lucky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my journey is one that i will look back upon and be proud to see the woman i have become.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my journey will have hills and valleys, dead ends and closed doors that will make me a stronger woman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my journey will break promises, be late, sometimes early yet be filled with positive energy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my journey will lead me down long winding twisting turning roads that seem like they will never end but the woman in me will encourage me to carry on, keep going, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; my own number one fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my journey will allow me to recognize when it is right for me and no one else, so please, give me space to learn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;my journey is continuing and i am growing in the meantime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;tonight i am grateful for truth.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-8878251839937186550?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8878251839937186550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=8878251839937186550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/8878251839937186550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/8878251839937186550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-moved-my-cheese.html' title='who moved my cheese?'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-3000610917915989424</id><published>2009-05-12T22:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:52:43.720-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='low energy vibes questions'/><title type='text'>eNErgY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; troubled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bothered to the point that i toss and turn in my sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doubts and witches and werewolves in my mind creep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and i have a confession&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i haven't prayed for days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i haven't asked for guidance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i haven't talked to God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;why is it that when i feel weak i find it hardest to talk to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;am i ashamed? afraid of what you might tell me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;because i know i am not quite at that place where i need to make that decision?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my energy, my inner and outer, my chi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;feels like it's had enough already&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; troubled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;can anyone help me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not feeling like the woman i know i am blessed to be..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-3000610917915989424?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3000610917915989424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=3000610917915989424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3000610917915989424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3000610917915989424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2009/05/energy.html' title='eNErgY'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-4343467675587538290</id><published>2009-03-27T16:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T02:19:01.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God Questions Prayer'/><title type='text'>..the rain this morning was a blessing..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;who surrounds me everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i've had some things on my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;that i'd like to ask today..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how did you make the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so beautiful and so bright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that led those wise men to seek &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;our baby Jesus that night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the golden sun that shines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the crystal clear blue sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the winds that bind us together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the rain that gives new life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all the animals and creatures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the insects, birds and the bees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the seas and all the waterfalls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the amazon's magic and the trees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lord, what was on your mind that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when you drew up my design?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my eyes, my ears, my mouth and nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and my pearly whites..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the people and the places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all across this globe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the cultures, classes and religions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and the love that holds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;us together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the poverty and the illness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God, yes! i question that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the natural disasters and hurricanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;from Katrina to Iraq?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;do you see your people Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;rapidly destroying themselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;is global warming really the fault&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;of an under-educated commonwealth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and the leaders and the followers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the presidents and the kings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;are they living up to your vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;of a good shepherd leading?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dear Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i may never understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your blueprint for my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but i know i will be your humble servant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as morning turns to midday turns to night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;forever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i woke up this morning, head feeling kinda light, it was only then i realised..i grew wings over night...so i have no choice but to soar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Go West Indies!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-4343467675587538290?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4343467675587538290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=4343467675587538290' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/4343467675587538290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/4343467675587538290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2009/03/rain-this-morning-was-blessing.html' title='..the rain this morning was a blessing..'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-2159966047228336624</id><published>2009-02-14T02:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T23:04:57.577-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this was inspired by the words and comments i&apos;ve received on this blog from other wonderful writers..'/><title type='text'>snatching JOY! (a line from L.M Ross)</title><content type='html'>he said "this poem is a light"&lt;br /&gt;so i tried to make it shine&lt;br /&gt;with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and every morning&lt;br /&gt;took it for a walk&lt;br /&gt;listened attentively&lt;br /&gt;when it tried to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept all of it's secrets&lt;br /&gt;laughed at every joke&lt;br /&gt;forever fascinated&lt;br /&gt;by every word it spoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said "this poem's a lyric song"&lt;br /&gt;so i desperately tried&lt;br /&gt;to sing along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and script the notes&lt;br /&gt;for the music&lt;br /&gt;compose the score&lt;br /&gt;for others to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they began to sway&lt;br /&gt;to my tune so loud&lt;br /&gt;from two to three&lt;br /&gt;became a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said "this is, to me, a blessing"&lt;br /&gt;and i decided to&lt;br /&gt;spread the lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the world could know&lt;br /&gt;of God's grace&lt;br /&gt;to remind them to believe&lt;br /&gt;even if we don't know his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find some quiet time&lt;br /&gt;so your heart could listen&lt;br /&gt;to those sweet psalms&lt;br /&gt;he's always whispering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he always says to "snatch joy"&lt;br /&gt;so i'm snatching vibes from&lt;br /&gt;the girls and boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful people&lt;br /&gt;created by God&lt;br /&gt;i write what i write&lt;br /&gt;just because.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm blessed with lyrics,&lt;br /&gt;joy and song&lt;br /&gt;and my light shineth&lt;br /&gt;all year round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so look for me&lt;br /&gt;in the stillness of the night&lt;br /&gt;i'm that big star&lt;br /&gt;shining ever so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shining through&lt;br /&gt;the morning's dew&lt;br /&gt;ever shining&lt;br /&gt;upon you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we should all try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-2159966047228336624?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2159966047228336624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=2159966047228336624' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2159966047228336624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2159966047228336624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/snatching-joy-line-from-lm-ross.html' title='snatching JOY! (a line from L.M Ross)'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-622690385634885395</id><published>2009-02-13T15:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:24:41.372-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='judge not lest...'/><title type='text'>pOLitiKINg</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;this one is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for the hustlers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the bustlers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the 9-5 ballers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the wankstas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the pranksters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the wanna be gangstas.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the leaders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the followers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the shot-callers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the robbers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the clobbers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the up and down bobbers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for the doctors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the lawyers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the bank tellers and the yellers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the prince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the pauper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the middle class daughter..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for the virgins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the harlots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the judge and the jury...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for the teachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the preachers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for the truthful  deceivers..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the receivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the givers and takers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;this one is for the fakers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;this is for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the back biters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the fighters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the igniters&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the writers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the truth seekers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the readers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the imagination feeders..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the haters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the maters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the segregaters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for the lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the mothers, fathers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the sisters, the brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the helping hands of others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the foe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the people you don't know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for passers by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for the old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for the young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;for the weak and for the strong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;this is their song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;this is their praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;this is for the sinners &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it's never too late..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...to seek God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pray for peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written 12-05-08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-622690385634885395?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/622690385634885395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=622690385634885395' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/622690385634885395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/622690385634885395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/politiking.html' title='pOLitiKINg'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-8470725922102693658</id><published>2009-02-08T21:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T15:10:44.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and then there was hope.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;this sweet love power flowed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;against my resistant winds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;over unreachable mountain tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;healed my broken wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it came through a warm smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;through love's hugging and kissing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it came through an unexpected miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;of a harvest blessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it gives faith to the faithless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It gives wealth to the poor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it puts food upon the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and it opens closed doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it brought an end to wars before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and made friends out of foes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;it came after those heavy rains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;through the colours of the rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;protects us in the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;keeps us safe and warm at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;watches over us as we sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;opens our eyes to the sunlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;if Jesus wanted me for a sunbeam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i'd shine all my glorious days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;cause this love power has me filled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;with wonderment, joy and praise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and this feeling is so awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;i could just go on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but i think i'll go spread the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and leave my readers with this one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.  Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself.  Each day has enough trouble of its own." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Matthew 6: 33-34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';" &gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:'trebuchet ms';" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;today was hard but i made it through and that's all i could ever ask for.  cheers to triumphing. &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/7994050-8470725922102693658?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8470725922102693658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=8470725922102693658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/8470725922102693658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/8470725922102693658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-then-there-was-hope.html' title='and then there was hope.'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-7127179321992194182</id><published>2009-01-20T16:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:53:14.308-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my mindset tells me i will triumph... - vanyaism'/><title type='text'>come In.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;love has lifted me and dropped me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;friends have abused and disrespected me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;money comes as fast as it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and just leaves me here with heart woes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;give me a chance to touch the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;give me a candle to cradle at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;give me a hope string to pull&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;gimme a second to make multiple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;what else is there to write about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i've cast myself into a wave of self-doubt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;as life has drained, dribbled and dragged me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;but i know my God has not forgot me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i feel Him each time i take a deep breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i feel Him in the music cavity of my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i feel Him in the wind that brushes against my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i feel Him within...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;thank God for a new day and miracles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;saying a praise song for a poet's words that were so lyrical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;joyful noises for people, places and things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i'm sharing blessings for EVERYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Amen and thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how easily we get so caught up in life's challenges, how easily.  this life here is a gift.  God never sends us anything he knows we can't handle.  my mindset tells me i will triumph over whatever and my faith holds everything together. holla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and happy new year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-7127179321992194182?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7127179321992194182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=7127179321992194182' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7127179321992194182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7127179321992194182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2009/01/come-in.html' title='come In.'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-7158863126790073122</id><published>2008-12-17T11:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T13:42:54.063-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m trying but it&apos;s trying'/><title type='text'>up up up</title><content type='html'>i stood on tippy-toe&lt;br /&gt;trying my best to touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;and get a lil piece of that sunshine&lt;br /&gt;that radiates from on high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hand touched my hand&lt;br /&gt;i started to reach higher&lt;br /&gt;my heart filled with joy&lt;br /&gt;was i going to meet the Messiah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt like i was floating&lt;br /&gt;as my weights became so light&lt;br /&gt;i gazed at the wonders of heaven&lt;br /&gt;that was bewitching my eye-sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can anyone doubt Him&lt;br /&gt;or stray about from his word?&lt;br /&gt;when i look upon this beautiful earth&lt;br /&gt;and the wonders of His world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stood on tip-toe this morning&lt;br /&gt;but i never imagined such glory&lt;br /&gt;i could've just kept this blessing to myself&lt;br /&gt;'stead i decided to share this story&lt;br /&gt;of God's goodness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what will wednesday bring?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm giving thanks for blessings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-7158863126790073122?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7158863126790073122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=7158863126790073122' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7158863126790073122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7158863126790073122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/12/up-up-up.html' title='up up up'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-1278696862066454441</id><published>2008-12-16T23:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:32:36.477-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i just can&apos;t give up now come too far from where i started from nobody told me that the road would be easy and i don&apos;t believe he brought me this far to leave me...'/><title type='text'>reachin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it's been a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;since i took the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to rhyme..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;been feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;all over the place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and up and down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;God, where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i've felt so alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;not even my faith kept me steady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and these loads that i carry seem so heavy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and now i don't even know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;what to do..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;God, where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;are you listening to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i've strayed and i haven't prayed for days...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;this isn't how i thought my story would read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and i'm getting mixed up 'tween my wants and my needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i'm looking for a more positive point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;God....where are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i've been feeling so so blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and walking away from your light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i've even lost the urge to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it's so hard to reach out to you when i feel so low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;so worried that you might let me let go...of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;even though i know you're always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;God...give me the strength i need to persevere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i know you won't give me more than i can carry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i beseech you...breathe life into a soul that is weary&lt;br /&gt;and traveling with a heavy heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while but i'm starting to feel it in my fingers....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-1278696862066454441?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1278696862066454441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=1278696862066454441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1278696862066454441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1278696862066454441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/12/reachin.html' title='reachin&apos;'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-4052724792118905949</id><published>2008-11-27T14:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T15:16:17.201-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how can stars not shine..'/><title type='text'>spreading the love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SS7oKfWT81I/AAAAAAAAAIw/inVKcNvhkSg/s1600-h/stars.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SS7oKfWT81I/AAAAAAAAAIw/inVKcNvhkSg/s320/stars.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273407480608846674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so i feel a lil weird about doing this yet i feel really good at the same time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my blog was nominated by the talented L.M Ross as “Über Amazing!” and it is my duty to pay it forward by listing 5 blogs that have lent to my growth through inspiration and enlightenment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://poetrystreetbeat.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://lmross-moanerplicities.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://lyricsandmaladies.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://mimitsthoughts.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable mention goes to Free Spirit (who does not blog anymore but who was there with me from the beginning)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;big up and nuff respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-4052724792118905949?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4052724792118905949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=4052724792118905949' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/4052724792118905949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/4052724792118905949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/11/spreading-love.html' title='spreading the love'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SS7oKfWT81I/AAAAAAAAAIw/inVKcNvhkSg/s72-c/stars.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-4461988935126156576</id><published>2008-11-19T00:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T21:41:22.404-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing therapy..'/><title type='text'>it begins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DAILYBREAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spiritual Saviour, send soothing psalms over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;calm my creative core with cool coconut water blessings&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sensor my ears from the verbal viciousness vaporizing my atmosphere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mentor my mouth with lyrics of heavenly manna&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;may my eyes eagerly engage in the enchantment of this earth&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;let me taste the testament that is the truth of your word&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mold my mind with the miracle of your message...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can i seek forgiveness for my foolish favours?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and as i expect, let me forgive my neighbours&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;help me to..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lend love where it is absent..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shine light where there is darkness..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;take time to listen where there are too many voices&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;help me to help others, help themselves..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;guide me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;govern my being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;graciously accept my apology for being a sinner&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;spiritual Saviour, send soothing songs over&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;calm my creative character with healing cocoa butter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that i may serve you Holistically, Divinely and Unconditionally..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;my mind and soul have been in need of some healing and tonight i feel like i have what it takes to make the necessary changes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..a dear friend of mine reminded me on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; to never forget to be thankful for everything (thanks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sueann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;) and i find i have strayed from my thankful ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i am thankful for all of my beautiful friends who help paint the picture that is me...&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for life, countless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; and the capacity to start over ever time or try again..&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for love, family, food, clothing and shelter and i am thankful for this world we live in, granted it's a far cry from utopia it is as God sees it, so i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span   class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;appreciate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt; it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-4461988935126156576?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4461988935126156576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=4461988935126156576' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/4461988935126156576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/4461988935126156576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/11/it-begins.html' title='it begins...'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-1502029733425248631</id><published>2008-11-08T23:06:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:47:29.801-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am trying but it is trying'/><title type='text'>this one is Called..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is it possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to love God and a Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;without a gold band &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;on my left hand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and knowingly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;live in sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when i don't even know where this is going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;is it possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;to make the ultimate sacrifice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and watch him walk out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cause i am tired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of putting him before God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;this is hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the decisions we make&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;not knowing which path&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we should take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the struggle between the spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i've always been somebody's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;somebody but when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the trials and temptations come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i have nobody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...but God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of thoughts running through my head and i must fight against my temptations...i know i am stronger than this...i think i need to pray and leave it with God, cause it seems like no one else is willing to take my fears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..so God.....here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-1502029733425248631?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1502029733425248631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=1502029733425248631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1502029733425248631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1502029733425248631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-one-is-called.html' title='this one is Called..'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-5526684474491889241</id><published>2008-10-27T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:45:26.256-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make me a blessing.'/><title type='text'>good vs evil.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; tries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; tempts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; vents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; sneaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; creeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; bleeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;satan's&lt;/span&gt; greed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;satan's&lt;/span&gt; pills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; kills&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; steals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; weasels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; hates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; baits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; grabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; nabs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; destroys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;satas&lt;/span&gt; foils&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;satan's&lt;/span&gt; hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;satan's&lt;/span&gt; bottomless well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; mars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; takes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;satan's&lt;/span&gt;  woes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; robs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; mobs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;satan&lt;/span&gt; is a loser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;...but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;God lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God gives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God sacrifices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God's Hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God understands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God hears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God feeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God's needs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God unifies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God bides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God heals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God kneels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God seals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God's gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God teaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God reaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God opens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God's heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;God is the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;Let Him be your ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having a hard day until i signed in and saw something that made me smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hardest thing is to know, i strongly believe in that phrase because if you don't know then you can't take any action, make any changes..work (my job) is hard and it constantly tests my faith.  Satan is everywhere and ever busy, doesn't he ever get tired?  then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; stuck with my own paradox..while i tell myself over and over that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when one door closes another one opens&lt;/span&gt; and that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God provides&lt;/span&gt;...my little voice has been telling me for weeks to "get out" of my job and i haven't had the guts to leave...my fear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....my fear that i won't land on my feet, that that door won't open like i believe, that my bills won't go on hold until i find my true mission..everything. and i must admit that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but again the hardest thing is to know. now i know and i need God more now than ever....what to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was having a hard day until i signed in and saw something that made me smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-5526684474491889241?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5526684474491889241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=5526684474491889241' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5526684474491889241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5526684474491889241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/10/good-vs-evil.html' title='good vs evil.'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-3468769597252615518</id><published>2008-10-19T09:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:03:25.306-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give me sundays........ - meklit hadero'/><title type='text'>i made it!! (to today)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;beautiful sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;radiating sunbeams of glory&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;God and all His awesomeness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;is my favorite bedtime story&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;trials and temptations&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and doubting "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Thomases&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has never yet failed me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and has kept all of His promises&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;how excellent is His name&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;when spoken with righteous lips&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and made from the earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and plucked from a rib&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;he keeps my soul dancing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the early morning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and calms my spirit daily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;until twilight's dawning&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i lay me down&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;at night&lt;br /&gt;i rest my weary head&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing  the grace of God&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;has me&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;well fed.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today will be an awesome day as i have the power to control my thoughts and actions.  though temptations may follow me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; keep them in the background cause i have more profound reason to give my best. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; blessed, so blessed and sometimes i wonder why me? but i won't question God and his originality i will just try to be....a good servant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been feeling a bit burnt out recently, feels like i am living to work, instead of working to live. the former speaks to my life being void of prayers and praise and more on hours and bills. i don't like it but i have myself to blame who else but me can efficiently manage my time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....balance. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a Libra and i can't find the balance. it troubles me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine suggested to me earlier this week that i should dedicate at least 5-10 minutes of alone time for talking with God and i haven't even made the effort. i will do that shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with each day i feel even more thankful, thankful for eyes that can see the morning sun..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-3468769597252615518?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3468769597252615518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=3468769597252615518' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3468769597252615518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3468769597252615518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-made-it-to-today.html' title='i made it!! (to today)'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-4956978712172547443</id><published>2008-10-13T12:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T12:43:07.111-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bubblings that reminds me there&apos;s a sweet joy in my heart...... - vanyaism'/><title type='text'>i write for a reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;..i too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;choose to listen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dance with the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i don't mind second place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i just wanna finish..is all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i don't mind &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;atall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;holding the door for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;letting you take me seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and i definitely don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;if you're packing heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;see..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sweet and tender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and full of sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; melt the tips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;of an iceberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;with my words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;no..but i don't wanna sound &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;cocky luckily i have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;God! he grounds me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;fills me sustains me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;delivers me from adversity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;so i wanna give a shout out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to Him for through Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i have found eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's something that comes with growing...growing in all facets be it spiritual, mental, individual, physical even sexual. it comes and stays and you either have to deal with it head on or ignore it and let it stay there undernourished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i used to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt;, i felt like my messages were so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, corny, ordinary "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;undeep&lt;/span&gt;", man just weak, and i never wanted to open myself up to criticism. plus i was fearful of who i knew was watching me. why? i don't know. but i guess &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; changed in the sense that i am open now to other people, other words, other points of view.  i am open to listening and getting the courage to voice my opinions.  i'm not ashamed to learn from others and i think that has been the most exciting part...learning from people who have been filling voids that i didn't even know existed.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i am&lt;/span&gt; filled with gladness when i think of the doors and avenues this new point of view has led me too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to all that pass through, to those that allow me to see you and your points of view and influence and shape my thinking...thank you.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-4956978712172547443?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4956978712172547443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=4956978712172547443' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/4956978712172547443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/4956978712172547443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-write-for-reason.html' title='i write for a reason'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-1987752779126583779</id><published>2008-10-04T23:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:01:32.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am blessed with the freedom to contemplate existence.'/><title type='text'>wiser too!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;..anew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;I woke up a different woman this morning&lt;br /&gt;Different to the woman that closed her eyes to sleep&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful surprise the sunrise was&lt;br /&gt;Removing the shades of darkness&lt;br /&gt;I watched the sun creep towards the bed&lt;br /&gt;Towards my body, massaging me into the day&lt;br /&gt;And I felt like I could handle whatever came my way&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I can be that woman that I long to be&lt;br /&gt;I feel free to decide and free to pray&lt;br /&gt;And today I am praying for forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and I was a different woman&lt;br /&gt;A blessed woman, a woman with potential&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know who that was that closed her eyes to sleep&lt;br /&gt;But like the blind she has opened her eyes to see&lt;br /&gt;That life is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;And she can be&lt;br /&gt;Hopeful.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be careful what you wish for..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was my birthday and i spent the entire morning and some of the afternoon at an accident site and the police station. i got into an accident at 9:30 a.m. and while i was not the one at fault in a way i am connected to this scene. all morning i was cursing the fact that i had to go to work, saying over and over that i wish i didn't have to go and thinking of excuses so that i could leave early. i basically "spoke" this accident into my life by focusing on it so much both mentally and verbally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it is true, what you speak into your life can come true, sometimes in ways that you wouldn't even imagine. what you say of others as well, you can speak negativity into someone else's life, that's why nowadays i am so cautious of what i think to myself and say of/to others.  training myself to have positive uplifting thoughts. it's a work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful that no one got hurt yesterday, thankful for another year, for life, family and friendships. i can achieve anything as long as i always put God first!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-1987752779126583779?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1987752779126583779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=1987752779126583779' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1987752779126583779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1987752779126583779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/10/wiser-too.html' title='wiser too!!'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-9099672899671471</id><published>2008-09-15T17:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T17:10:30.796-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free time... - kenna'/><title type='text'>who am i, what and why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;when i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;around you i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;like to pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and hold my breath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hoping you'll meet me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;around the bend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and when you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;turn to leave my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;side i wish and hope and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;pray that through the thick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the thin the in-between your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;footsteps will guide my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is awesome and Vanya means gracious gift of God and it goes back to what the pastor says "this life God gave us is a gift".  gifts can come in all sizes, all patterns and shapes but they're gifts nonetheless and they need to be valued and appreciated. today Vanya wants to stop complaining as much and start shining more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky is missing and i am praying and hoping that she comes home soon or if someone took her that they can find it in their hearts to bring her back. you can get so attached to animals and it's amazing how thoughts of her being missing consumed my being all day. but i have faith in God's will and i know it will be well however it turns out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little tired today, a kind of fatigue that my usual coffee could not shake, i can't wait to get home, put on some Marvin Gaye and breeze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ain't apologizin'....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-9099672899671471?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9099672899671471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=9099672899671471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/9099672899671471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/9099672899671471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/09/who-am-i-what-and-why.html' title='who am i, what and why?'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-7556083745706336750</id><published>2008-08-30T22:30:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T22:41:34.655-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give me sundays........ - meklit hadero'/><title type='text'>a grown woman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there was a hint of sweetness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;in your voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;said i was on your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i blushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;was i? was i really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;brought a smile to my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yes....yes you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that you were thinking of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;made me wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;how often do you....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;think of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;today was a nice day. i feel good and i feel like my confidence is coming back. looking forward to tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved him. nuff said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for my trip, i think it is just what i need, a week in NY while fall is slowly creeping in, and i can finally take a trip that feels like a vacation.....no shopping! just parks and museums and plays and movies, oh and relaxation. i can't wait to see my grandparents again...i miss them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i will also look for a job (just to keep my options open)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;praise and meditation and then he came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-7556083745706336750?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7556083745706336750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=7556083745706336750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7556083745706336750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7556083745706336750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/08/grown-woman.html' title='a grown woman...'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-5839188088059230121</id><published>2008-08-21T23:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T12:15:53.838-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='do it take your mama out all night.... - scissor sisters'/><title type='text'>she has no time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;do you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you are a beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;human being?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;soft snow honey dew skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;with the framework of an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;architect's kin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;lips lovingly laced with words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;that are traced over my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;can't you see....you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;a work of art?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sculpted by the hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;of our great God - such imperfections&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;makes my soul applaud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;who amongst us can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;that they are not without sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;don't be afraid to recognize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the beauty you possess within.&lt;br /&gt;and shine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been a while but i feel good and positive and i just can't wait to fall again but i'll definitely take my time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-5839188088059230121?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5839188088059230121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=5839188088059230121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5839188088059230121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5839188088059230121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/08/she-has-no-time.html' title='she has no time'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-7885735861687534908</id><published>2008-08-11T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T20:48:06.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am sad...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-7885735861687534908?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7885735861687534908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=7885735861687534908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7885735861687534908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7885735861687534908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-sad.html' title=''/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-1027981025862827138</id><published>2008-07-31T05:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T05:40:09.308-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moody - there are words for people like me'/><title type='text'>no joy</title><content type='html'>i have tried for the last few months to make you as miserable as i feel and now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; succeeded i am not even enjoying the moment...does it even make sense?....inevitability slowly creeps in....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-1027981025862827138?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1027981025862827138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=1027981025862827138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1027981025862827138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1027981025862827138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-joy.html' title='no joy'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-1307378925834842247</id><published>2008-07-23T14:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T09:23:26.850-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i know we all got our faults we get locked in our vaults and we stay.... - amos lee'/><title type='text'>the mood is.</title><content type='html'>i've been having some strange feelings recently when it comes to love. limitations i guess. i've always heard that you should love the one you can't live without...do i want that though? do i want to be so enamored with someone that i can't live without them, my life stops when they leave or that i stay in a situation that is not good for me? no, no i can't do that...not again. so then am i loving as i should? am i giving wholeheartedly, am i being true to love but then wanting to be love unconditionally when i know i might be holding back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always used to say &lt;strong&gt;circumstances made me what i am&lt;/strong&gt; meaning that i am how i am because of my life events but then i get on my couch and counsel people in letting go the weights from the past. i feel within myself that i can handle any heartbreak that may come my way because i got over my first real love but i could just be blowing smoke as well. it's one of those situations that you won't know until you know i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i know i am lacking something but i just can't figure out if it is a lacking that i am the cause of or if &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; is the reason. i want to care about something so passionately that just thinking about it gives me goose bumps but i am afraid that some circumstances have left me empty and numb...and i hate it. i hate not feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;slow beats to quick steps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;warms winds to cool your chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sunset moans to sundown moans to sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;reggae to old dub to ragga soca to bashment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;whether with friends acquaintances family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;sorrow sighs to laughter to Love's memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;wherever there is wind to run with the music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the mood is however you make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;so..make it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-1307378925834842247?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1307378925834842247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=1307378925834842247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1307378925834842247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1307378925834842247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/07/mood-is.html' title='the mood is.'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-5427340202415747149</id><published>2008-07-19T22:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:28:57.593-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crop-over festival sweet fah days.....'/><title type='text'>i'm a star (how can i not shine?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;i've been shining my light on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;slowly etching my warm rays towards you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;wishing for you dreams that come through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;honey brown eyes that view...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;only things that are beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;blessings that are overflowing and bountiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;surrounded by a family that is wonderful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;and supportive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;and me glowing with the knowledge that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;when it comes to matters of the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;we are working on the same art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;and that you finish the words that i start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;that you are in my poems and rhymes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;i mean, i'm a star...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:arial;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feelings come and go, but some seem to hang around for a long time...and on a day like today...i don't mind at all :). thank you for being my life line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ppffttt!#$%^&amp;amp;@ you're so eeeeek! i seriously have to stop answering the phone when you call...seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about children a lot recently..maybe it's all the baby-sitting i've been doing but i can't wait to be a mother...so nervous at the same time...when will i know that i'm ready?...will i have a faithful and committed man by my side to father my children and see it through to the end?...i don't want to create a broken home for my children...so how do you know when it's right? i pray God puts me/keeps me in a relationship that he knows is blessed...cause when it comes to matters of the heart....i usually follow my heart over my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got de festival feva!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-5427340202415747149?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5427340202415747149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=5427340202415747149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5427340202415747149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5427340202415747149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-star-how-can-i-not-shine.html' title='i&apos;m a star (how can i not shine?)'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-2609205758975885968</id><published>2008-07-13T22:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:48:08.361-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music made me so it&apos;s only music who can save me..... - vanyaism'/><title type='text'>writing therapy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;unhappiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i am weak not strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;figures why i can't keep my feet on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sounds the way i sing that same old song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; been held down for so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i take full responsibility for not moving on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i yearn to love the one i hang around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want the sun to shine on this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want us to be that happy him and her noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want it to be rumoured all over town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;how much they all see that we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i am too weak and he is too young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and i don't know where the love has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;recently, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; been missing the sun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my old hard drive back!!!!! granted no more laptop (for now) but at least i got my files back, i feel like i can breathe again and hopefully &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; pick up some inspiration from my old rhymes...bout time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get so frustrated sometimes, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; no idea how i truly feel. how do i feel????? i can't make any decisions about my future if i don't even know myself...sometimes i feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; the only one but no, i can't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're confusing me...i think you're best left where you were...in the PAST!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am mellowing and learning to have patience, mama told me this morning, leave it with God. so i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-2609205758975885968?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2609205758975885968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=2609205758975885968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2609205758975885968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2609205758975885968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/07/writing-therapy.html' title='writing therapy'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-386657756896269662</id><published>2008-07-07T16:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T16:36:17.200-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how many times must a man watch the sun rise over his head without feeling free...... - jamiroquai'/><title type='text'>sometimes i'm afraid of things i cannot see too</title><content type='html'>i miss my laptop, i really do. it's like my days are spent idling away with nothing of significance to do...depending on other ppl's devices to surf, man it's getting depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it me or is it hotter than usual nowadays, i've been sweating in all regions (lol) recently, most evenings i can't wait to go home, shower and just relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....i've lost my inspiration to write. nothing has been coming to me, and all of my poems are stuck on my old laptop which we can't seem to be able to get into.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bored at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-386657756896269662?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-5788182663299364348</id><published>2008-07-03T00:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T00:49:29.300-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='come off the spoon....'/><title type='text'>love is as love does...</title><content type='html'>he treats you like a boy&lt;br /&gt;frowns when you don't act like a man&lt;br /&gt;damn! he could as well've circumcised you&lt;br /&gt;with his bare hands...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope you grow to be more than he ever is.&lt;br /&gt;(with or without me)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-5788182663299364348?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-1915711928964817276</id><published>2008-07-02T01:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T19:45:11.146-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bubblings that reminds me there&apos;s a sweet joy in my heart...... - vanyaism'/><title type='text'>what a beautiful surprize sunrise is to those who've lived in darkness.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;raindrops outside my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;like the tears that soak my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;so much confusion in such an empty space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;it's like we're worlds apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i want you to be a beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i want to see all your dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;tonight, tonight, i wish upon a star....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i want the sun to shine on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today will be a wonderful day, i've finished my article and i feel good about that and i want to be able to reach one of my clients today in a more powerful way.  in a way that when they walk out of my door their mind's a-twirling at the theories and notions proposed and that they embrace their possibilities.....they can be so much more than what they can even conceive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i too have to start believing in me more, freal....i've been at a standstill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is as love does.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-1915711928964817276?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1915711928964817276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=1915711928964817276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1915711928964817276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1915711928964817276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-beautiful-surprize-sunrise-is-to.html' title='what a beautiful surprize sunrise is to those who&apos;ve lived in darkness.....'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-1388958080865212950</id><published>2008-06-29T12:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:03:20.524-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you used to captivate me by your resonating light...... - evanescence'/><title type='text'>...i keep....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i have to laugh......cause i don't wanna cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i gotta live.......cause i don't wanna die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i must keep going.....cause i'm searching for joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;the joy in my heart.......even if for a second&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;even if it's a lie.....cause i can't handle the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep holding onto something that cannot fulfill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep wondering what my next move should be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep wondering what lies ahead of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i keep wondering "is that all there is?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-1388958080865212950?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1388958080865212950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=1388958080865212950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1388958080865212950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1388958080865212950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-keep.html' title='...i keep....'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-5407328917515895941</id><published>2008-06-26T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T13:01:19.629-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no one wins. one side just loses more slowly.... - pres'/><title type='text'>thought that you were wise but you were otherwise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm turning into a woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't even recognize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it isn't true what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they say about 9 lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my 6th, 7th and 8th died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;at the same time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;so now&lt;br /&gt;i'm down to my last life line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;and all those tales i'm realizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;are all lies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having a great week, dinner on monday was great and sex and the city was worth the wait definitely, i got some fashion hints for sure and this year it will be on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second doubts, third doubts, you name it, i'm having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-5407328917515895941?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5407328917515895941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=5407328917515895941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5407328917515895941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5407328917515895941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/06/thought-that-you-were-wise-but-you-were.html' title='thought that you were wise but you were otherwise'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-3396809078342189586</id><published>2008-06-23T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T14:44:41.709-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and that&apos;s how you let the beat build....... - lil wayne'/><title type='text'>who's been asking 'bout me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;he brushed my sleeve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;and now i can't breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;damn! why did he have to touch me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;i am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jonesing&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a wonderful week-end, my cousin got married and the ceremony was just awesome, man, i have the blueprint in my head now for my future husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;nef&lt;/span&gt;! dinner should be nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now me being the big critic that i am and leaning more towards &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;neo&lt;/span&gt;-soul rap i am totally surprised at how much i am loving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;weezy's&lt;/span&gt; album, track 2, track 7, track 8 (robin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thicke&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hellooooo&lt;/span&gt;) track 10 yeah yeah!!! feeling it, feeling it. he's no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;kanye&lt;/span&gt; but he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;weezy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;baBY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i started my new diet today, not diet to lose weight of course but to build muscle and have a healthier intake. i am loving it so much, wasn't too sure about the oats in the morning but they're not that bad and it's giving me a chance to practice my cooking since certain people keep saying i can't cook. but seriously cooking is over-rated &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping to draw positivity closer to me this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am strengthening.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-3396809078342189586?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3396809078342189586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=3396809078342189586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3396809078342189586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3396809078342189586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/06/whos-been-asking-bout-me.html' title='who&apos;s been asking &apos;bout me?'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-3000563996681031393</id><published>2008-06-12T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T02:21:00.473-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listen as your day unfolds challenge what the future holds try and keep your head up to the sky.... - des&apos;ree'/><title type='text'>being</title><content type='html'>i woke up this morning not sure how i was gonna face today but it was just too beautiful to let waste away and instead of spending my time bluesin' i decided to spend some time singing....and i know i can't sing but man i was singing today everything from des'ree to marvin gaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i feel better.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-3000563996681031393?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3000563996681031393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=3000563996681031393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3000563996681031393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3000563996681031393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/06/being.html' title='being'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-2152213085498824087</id><published>2008-06-06T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T18:37:01.465-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mic check...1 2 3'/><title type='text'>me, myself and misery</title><content type='html'>i feel miserable today, where is the joy that consumed me yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what i want anymore, i was so sure that this was where i should be but now, uncertainty, hmmmm, i think i'll take it to the Lord in prayer. i never in my life imagined it would be this hard to find a good job when i moved back, now i have regrets? i don't know. but for the rest of the day i'll try to think happy thoughts. and it's not that i don't like the job i have now, i was blessed when i found it but now i'm feeling a bit under-valued. but is that what i want? do i want recognition? i don't know what i want and that is the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and with stress comes my acne, it's getting back as bad as it was before and that alone is depressing, i'm finally becoming more social and going out but now i feel to hide in my house. at least my animals love me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really haven't been as creative as i should be and i miss NY. (and yes justin you're right, i'm too whiny)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am misery wrapped in something slender yet i am always pointing fingers, hmmm, i need to check my phalanges.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-2152213085498824087?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2152213085498824087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=2152213085498824087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2152213085498824087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2152213085498824087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/06/me-myself-and-misery.html' title='me, myself and misery'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-6850510477480536809</id><published>2008-06-05T03:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T03:44:00.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i don&apos;t know why it&apos;s not a taste or a sound.... - vanyaism'/><title type='text'>Jill Scott is Beautiful......</title><content type='html'>oh man i have been blessed to watch one of the best movies i have seen in a while, awe man, being black is wonderful. if you haven't yet then you have to watch &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;why did i get married?&lt;/span&gt; i loved EVERYTHING about it, it was soulful, it was sad, it was joyous, it was everything and it has moved me to writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;firstly, when i compare the good to the bad, (and trust me there is some bad/unbearable/miserable/i could go on lol) the good shines more and i'm thankful for the good times and i'm thankful for you.  nuff said. besides i'm imperfect myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love love my girlfriends and i wouldn't change any of them for the world, even the ones that've hurt me, left me, betrayed me, i still love you wherever you are cause i haven't always been the best either and i know each one of you were there for me in some way during my sad times. i think i need to let you gals know how much you really mean to me more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidebar - why are my eyes filling with H2O? hmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being black is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;being black is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;being black is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;black is beautiful.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am going to bed a blessed woman :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-6850510477480536809?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6850510477480536809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=6850510477480536809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/6850510477480536809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/6850510477480536809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/06/jill-scott-is-beautiful.html' title='Jill Scott is Beautiful......'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-6490795230360502286</id><published>2008-06-04T18:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:32:14.901-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s having the strength to overcome this colour conscious nation.....'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='being black is bravery and determination'/><title type='text'>today i'm celebrating being black....</title><content type='html'>i read a really interesting article in the sunday sun about being black. how can you tell how black someone is if they were born of a white mother and spent 9 months being in a white woman and so forth. i immediately remembered this poem i read years ago that started off "being black is a state of mind......" how do we tell who is truly black, by their skin colour? by how they act? you always hear how black someone is getting on, how some white rappers feel they're black based on the way they spit and i'm like eh? so then what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i more black than a person who might have a white mother or father? am i more black than what bajans would call a high red person? am i more black because i like wrap skirts and i wear oils? am i not black because i listen to "white music" (what is that?) am i blacker because i identify with the african diaspora? hmmmm, i have so many questions as a "black" woman, a coloured woman...so if i'm coloured would that make everyone else colourless? or are they coloured as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know, being black seems to be difficult, being black means that i have to take offence when someone other than another "black" person says 'nigga' hey, let's abolish the word to begin with. granted i am guilty of using it too but no more, i've become more negro conscious. being 'black' means that i should support OJ even if he is guilty. being 'black' means that i deserve affirmative action as that is my only hope of 'making it'. man being black gives me a headache sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have no complaints. this whole black thought is what drives and sustains me. it gives me an identity and a history and pushes me forward constantly and it's not a bother at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;besides everyone always likes my tan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;black is...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;black is how i like my coffee in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;black used to be the colour of my heart's mourning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now it's bright yellow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;black is mellow and fierce at the same time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;black is the ink of the pen which writes my rhymes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;black is bad? uh uh, to me, never looked more good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;black is the shape of motherhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;black smells like rich cocoa on winter evenings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;black is my soul radiating from within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;damn! black is what's happening!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;if black is beautiful then everything else must be ugly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;it must suck to be a different colour than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hey, what colour are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i am evolving and i am thankful for all the rain, my tree needed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-6490795230360502286?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6490795230360502286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=6490795230360502286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/6490795230360502286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/6490795230360502286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/06/today-im-celebrating-being-black.html' title='today i&apos;m celebrating being black....'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-3663840717356698540</id><published>2008-06-02T03:20:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:34:13.904-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='take me as i am...and look at where i&apos;m going.'/><title type='text'>black and white</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right before i step up to the mic&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seconds before i hit the stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're there trying to pull me down?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't you ever get tired of being so negative?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's no more room for you here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're lease has expired get out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have the joy of chorus in my heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and there is no longer any room for self-doubt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i had to buss a rhyme but i'm sorry your...time...is..up!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;peace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a fabulous vacation, oh man i don't even know where to start. i guess the best part was celebrating my granny's 80th b'day, man that broad is getting old. she still has one of the best sense of humours anywhere and i hope she lives to see many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to take to the clothes selling business, just something to do on the side for ppl who don't get to travel and this is proving harder than i'd originally imagined as it entails speaking to people. eeeeeeek! i am such a contradiction i know as my job requires me to talk non-stop but actually going up to strangers chaaaa, i just can't do it. my throat chokes up and i end up saying some dribble. case in point friday evening. what was that about? went like this "hi, i have some clotheskj ahvgda ahv havgd sell" lmao. how funny i'm laughing now but i was like bright pink then. anyways i'll try again tomorrow. gotta make some sales yo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh* my job, should i start job hunting? at least i've finished the newsletter sigh***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night with the girls was great!!! i actually enjoyed myself and didn't leave after an hour (i have to remember to pat my back tomorrow) and i danced lol, infact not only did i dance (i wuk-up a lil bit) hahahahahaha. good times. happy birthday mel :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well it's off to bed for me. life is beautiful so i wouldn't complain but recently i feel like i know i am gonna take a different direction and that thought alone scares the poop outta me but i will 'keep keeping on' and do my do, i am so blessed how 'bout you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am too soft at times, i really need to grow a thicker skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you solitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-3663840717356698540?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3663840717356698540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=3663840717356698540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3663840717356698540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3663840717356698540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/06/black-and-white.html' title='black and white'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-8488580195948241913</id><published>2008-05-21T00:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:35:11.288-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the woman named Iris gave birth to the Goddess...... - sinead o&apos;connor'/><title type='text'>I heart NY</title><content type='html'>but my home will always be Barbados :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;awe, new york new york, the weather is just fine and i am enjoying my vacation. my cousin's graduation was beautiful, wow, she's grown into a wonderful person (weep weep) they grow so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain is putting a damper on my outings but it's still a blessing and i am enjoying my family time, i've missed them oh so much and stuff that i used to make a big deal out of now seems so small.  with the way things are going in the world recently i wish we were all together....wherever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will continue to weather the storm (no pun intended) and make the best of it.  started off rocky but it will take more than one disgruntled, high and mighty, inconsiderate individual to break me. what will be will be and i will pray for you. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am trying...who i was yesterday is not who i am today, i've changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've been growing some love in my garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;coupled with patience and understanding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i've been watering it every night and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;during the day blessing it with the sunlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and now it has grown much taller than i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;now it lives in the heart of a strong man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it lives in these brown eyes that see me through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it lives in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-8488580195948241913?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8488580195948241913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=8488580195948241913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/8488580195948241913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/8488580195948241913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-heart-ny.html' title='I heart NY'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-2119397321299162642</id><published>2008-05-15T09:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:35:25.830-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when i&apos;m weak i draw strength from you and when you&apos;re lost i know how to change your mood and when i&apos;m down you breathe life over me..... - zero 7'/><title type='text'>you are where the light is</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;soul bent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you give me that soul power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;feel like i can conquer anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;bring it send it throw it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i swing it outta commission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cause i have a vision and people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;are listening to my point of view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;it feels good not having to scream anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my condolences to Janelle, TJ, Stuart, Rachelle and the entire mayers family, i loved terry as well and he will be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so tired. i didn't leave work until 10 p.m. last night and even though i got some rest i still feel weak. up at 6:20 am trying to get in some more work before my big trip and now my laptop is giving trouble. yesterday i was talking to my clients about challenges and how they have to start problem solving and i know that is the same method i should employ now but i don't even have the mental strength right now.  i think i am doing too much, let's just hope it doesn't cut out again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are no whys there is just a because.  things happen because it is God's will and i have to learn to accept that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how your morning is going......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, back to work for me, it's been 5 mins and it hasn't cut out so i need to count my blessings and finish this newsletter by this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am an emotive person and while i cry when i am sad i also cry when i'm feeling joyful and at times for no reason at all :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-2119397321299162642?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2119397321299162642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=2119397321299162642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2119397321299162642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2119397321299162642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-are-where-light-is.html' title='you are where the light is'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-2489050580811802866</id><published>2008-05-13T03:16:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:36:59.594-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='when the truth is i miss you...... - coldplay'/><title type='text'>blindfolds (using your mind)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;i could never look in a mirror again&lt;br /&gt;and still think i'm beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beautiful in mind and beautiful in kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beautiful in skin and beautiful within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beautiful in soul and beautifully old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beautiful in living beautiful in giving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i could have all the scars in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and sure bet i'd still think i was beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beautiful in spirit and beautiful in lyric&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beautiful with time and beautiful in rhyme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beautiful in speech and beautiful in peach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;beautiful in any colour and beautiful like my mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;take me as i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;commas, colons and questions marks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i don't need no mirror to show me what is in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;so..take me as i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again, this fussing and fighting when we should be making love. is it me? it has to be me. i am convinced it is me and so i am ready to deal with the consequences. life is too beautiful to just let it fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause the gas prices going up, cost of living surging, people complaining and they bawling but hey i'm still living, i'm still eating and drinking, it's hard but i'm doing it the best i can cause i got those blessings that the preacher been talking 'bout and i want everyone to see too, the blessings within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prayers for all of the people around the world who are suffering right now, from the earthquake in china to the cyclone in Myanmar, to the aids epidemic in africa.  we might not always know why but know that with God all will be well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am imperfect and it troubles me from time to time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-2489050580811802866?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2489050580811802866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=2489050580811802866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2489050580811802866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2489050580811802866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/05/blindfolds-and-old-rags.html' title='blindfolds (using your mind)'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-2786407275931229493</id><published>2008-05-06T12:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:37:16.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic maker wish me one wish hold me to your light and maybe oh what if i say why don&apos;t we play i&apos;ll wear your star.... - goldfrapp'/><title type='text'>supernature</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;God Disciple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;come rain, come shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;come high tide or low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we together can move any mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and colour any rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;come wind, come storm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;come hail, snow or sleet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you are my light in the day&lt;br /&gt;the music in my heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the energy i need to be everything &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and at night you watch over me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as i sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's service was the best funeral service i have ever been to and at one time i forgot where i was as it was more so a celebration of life! (not to mention the fact that it was at my church :) but everything from the presentation of the casket, the flowers, the leaflets (very  touching) the hymns selected, man i could on, it was just a divine celebration of a beautiful woman who has touched so many lives. and Leslee, she is one strong woman. i know within myself  i would never have the strength to stand up and speak on my mother and i just admire that. i am such a self-absorbed individual that i know i would be more focused on my grief than anything else. but i am mad proud of her :) much love to Lisa and Leslee though, besides it being a great celebration of life you're shoes were hawttttt!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is gonna be an awesome day, i can feel it. i am blessed and i am thankful for temptations that help keep me grounded and remind me to stay focused on the important things and people in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a habitual line steppa.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-2786407275931229493?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2786407275931229493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=2786407275931229493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2786407275931229493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2786407275931229493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/05/supernature.html' title='supernature'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-7758699742786455338</id><published>2008-05-03T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:24:12.616-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='we all have something that digs at us at least we dig each other..... - incubus'/><title type='text'>this is as real as i can get, never spoke on her before (never) but it's about forgiveness</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"and even when it felt like she stomped on my soul with the bottom of her sole, still i forgave her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;who would've ever thought she and i would be hmmmm "cordial" to say the least. i've always felt like, in the pit of my stomach that she was the devil, the Jezebel who tempted my man away from me, who was the architect of my demise, who was the reason for my depression. putting all the blame on her but only behind closed doors cause in a crowd i blamed him, but no one ever knew the truth in my heart. no one knew but me and that's a heavy weight to carry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i forgave her, it took me a long time, but i forgave her, i forgave him and i forgave myself cause i'd allowed myself to fall away, i too became a Jezebel type of lady and the things i did should shame me.....but i've finally learnt how to love me the way i want to be loved. it's  me that had to set the example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was hard cause i knew she would be sleeping in his bed, driving in his car, mingling with his family, the same family that loved me would suddenly forget me. and then it's like all of a sudden she's in my circle, liming the same places as me, talking to my friends and acquaintances sigh* even standing up next to me (what was that about????) it's like i couldn't escape. she was everywhere and i was suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i thought vengeance was mine when i got with him for so long right under her nose but what did that make me? easy? skanky? and i guess it's because of what i did that drives my suspicions of the men i'm with, i guess that's why i can't trust in any of my relationships because i know what i was capable of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the day when i come down on you i guess i am coming down on the me that didn't care. that lied, and used and other things i don't even want to think about. i guess i am projecting on you and that's not cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but even with these realizations i still don't feel like i can trust anybody. and now i'm always on guard. whenever my phone rings i'm like....karma catching up to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never thought i would be able to look her in the face but now that i have i see, she's pretty and she's grown as well (cause i gotta admit at first she was hmmmm untamed) at the end of the day she has probably loved him in a way that i could never have and gosh does she have a forgiving heart. she's forgiven him for all of his sins and sins and sins (girl, you are either very strong or very weak) but i will not judge you and your forgiving heart. i can learn from you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess that is the one thing she has taught me (informally) that nobody's perfect and you have to take the good with the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth be told however, i'm getting a lil tired of seeing her all the time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, so it goes.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-7758699742786455338?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7758699742786455338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=7758699742786455338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7758699742786455338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7758699742786455338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-as-real-as-i-can-get-never.html' title='this is as real as i can get, never spoke on her before (never) but it&apos;s about forgiveness'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-9033290147072252306</id><published>2008-05-02T17:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:37:36.351-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who am i what and why cause all i have left are my memories of yesterday...... - portishead'/><title type='text'>sour times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;can't get them outta my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;like a ring of water on the bedstead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you rub at it and rub some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but it seems as though the ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;has embedded itself into the core&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of the mahogany.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel as if i have no privacy and i can't breathe. i wish i could scream!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is how i feel. i can't deal and i can't win so why on earth am i still running?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-9033290147072252306?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9033290147072252306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=9033290147072252306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/9033290147072252306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/9033290147072252306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/05/sour-times_02.html' title='sour times'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-3971639912443497607</id><published>2008-04-29T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T17:18:25.064-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='....says she acts like &quot;a ms. goody two-shoes&quot; ye that&apos;s me nice to meet you...'/><title type='text'>suffocating slowly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;my condolences to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;leslee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lisa&lt;/span&gt; and the entire Reynolds family....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; always heard the only thing we can be sure of is death and taxes but sometimes (i think too often actually) i wonder on death.  was reading the newspaper yesterday and learnt of this old woman who was burnt alive the previous night and i was just like damn. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;chaaaa&lt;/span&gt;, why? she lived to such an old age, surviving the changing environment, different governments, taxes, the rise in cost of living, some heartache &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sure but then to spend her last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; alive burning???? things like that tend to rock my faith to be honest. i know i shouldn't dare question God but recently &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been questioning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;relationships are hard to begin with without others getting involved. i feel like i have no privacy and at this age this is just not how i pictured it. i am not a bad person but i feel like i am choking, suffocating and i can't breathe or come up for air. sigh* leave me alone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the devil is working i can feel it, must be the long wk-end that has freed up so much of his time but i refuse to let him get to me, i refuse to let him win. i gotta try to stay positive in rain and wind, i gotta let my light shine through, the only person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to reach is you and i really don't care what your father says. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;is it the way you smile when i walk in the room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;is it the way you bring life to my spirit and soul?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;it is the way you take control of my mood and shift me to a brighter attitude?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;is it you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;is it you that wakes me up in the morning to live a new day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;is  it you that challenges me and takes me to higher planes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;is it you that listens and never gets tired of my complaints?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;is it you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;that has the power to move hills and mountains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;that commands the waters that run in rivers and fountains?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;that gives life to every living thing and living being?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;that i believe in though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" &gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; never seen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ye it must be..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the God of the valley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the bright and morning star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you are everywhere and in everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;giving me the spiritual energy to bring joy to my sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and hope to my wavering, wandering being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;thank you.&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/7994050-3971639912443497607?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3971639912443497607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=3971639912443497607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3971639912443497607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3971639912443497607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/suffocating-slowly.html' title='suffocating slowly'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-5780477716059687556</id><published>2008-04-27T04:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:41:52.673-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='like sweet morning dew i took one look at you and it was plain to see you were my destiny..... - marvin gaye'/><title type='text'>say (they got so much things to)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;his rhythm is poetry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he dances to acid jazz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;his words are the grains of sand in our memories hourglass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he's my atlas in the confusion and strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he reflects all that is good with his light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he's in the music of my life, gives me strength to fight, he's in the words that i write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he's my hip hop in the day&lt;br /&gt;and my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neo&lt;/span&gt;-soul at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;how is it that i recognize that i am such an imperfect being and yet fail to understand your imperfections? i think i need to work on me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not all that i brag to be. maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memories will always connect us to our past. i wish i could forget some of mine....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graduation ceremony was really nice today, i am surprised at how much i enjoyed it actually. but i must chastise myself for not being more prepared when called upon to give a report on my anger management group i was the only one without a prepared speech (i hope my boss wasn't disappointed in me) and i feel badly about that. next time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; know and next time i will definitely play a bigger role in the ceremony. i saw some areas where i could've given more of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in it to win it, tired of second place, ain't come this far to just place or fall away. word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long wk-end so i think i'l finally try to finish this newsletter, tend to the animals and just relax....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for life and all its blessings :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;maaga&lt;/span&gt; out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-5780477716059687556?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5780477716059687556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=5780477716059687556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5780477716059687556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5780477716059687556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/say-got-so-much-things-to.html' title='say (they got so much things to)'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-6967604378653685576</id><published>2008-04-25T23:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:47:36.460-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i won&apos;t be a fool a fool for love cause baby i&apos;d rather be alone..... - karyn white'/><title type='text'>no earthquake can move my mountain - Renata</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;roads....(excerpts from my latest song)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;(chorus)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ignore the signs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you feel inside&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; soul knows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the devil is on patrol....&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(verse 1)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can feel it in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; fingertips&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the edge of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; soles&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;something just ain't sitting right with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;you find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;...snooping&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;doing things&lt;br /&gt;you won't normally do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the devil is hard at work inside you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;deceiving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; own self&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;obscuring the view.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you (album dropping in spring 2009 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;holla&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the devil was busy at work today within me. but i said a prayer and i left it with Him, God will handle it from here. i must always remember what is to be will be with or without me. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was the last session of anger management group sniff* sniff* i'm gonna miss my boys but i hope i have equipped them with the tools necessary to live less violent lives. go on to be warriors of peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long wk-end and after 2 p.m. tomorrow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;freeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an old friend visited me yesterday and strangely enough it wasn't as awkward as i thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for the ups, the downs and the in-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;betweens&lt;/span&gt;. i am a human being, i am imperfect but i sure do love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. - accepting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-orders for the yet untitled album :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now back to my list!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-6967604378653685576?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6967604378653685576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=6967604378653685576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/6967604378653685576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/6967604378653685576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-earthquake-can-move-my-mountain.html' title='no earthquake can move my mountain - Renata'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-2866296157535685914</id><published>2008-04-24T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T00:16:26.444-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music is in the breaths that pump through me....seen'/><title type='text'>music is my soul singing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; so i was tubing last night and chanced upon this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogpage&lt;/span&gt; that i am just loving, (&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://songsinthekeyoflife.wordpress.com/2008/03/04/brotha/&lt;/span&gt;) the thoughts and theories are moving and i got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now as i always say &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;music is my soul singing&lt;/span&gt; simply because i love love music  for every earth shattering, every mountain every battle and joy in my life music was right there with me, inside me, feeding me, breathing for me when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; run outta breath so it's only fitting that i, once and for all and against my better judgment try to name my top 50 favourite songs and just the challenge to do this is already giving me goose bumps cause i really do have a truck load of music but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt; i think one of the first things &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; do is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; go to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;chk&lt;/span&gt; out the tracks i listen to the most (isn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt; just amazing?) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;, so here goes and in no particular order may i add.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanya's top 50 songs in random order (a mixture of trip hop, jazz, r&amp;amp;B, reggae and some other genres)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    Rome Wasn't Built in a Day - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Morcheeba&lt;/span&gt; (everything they do i love love love. nearly collected all of their albums, even when switching lead vocalists the sound is still golden)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    Zimbabwe - Bob Marley (we all know bob was a great man and has to be in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;playlist&lt;/span&gt;. i love every last one of his songs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   In the Waiting Line - Zero 7 (and i could list about 5 more. their music just moves me, the beats are nice)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.    Heard it Through the Grapevine - Marvin Gaye (he is one of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt; soul &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;brothas&lt;/span&gt; and his songs are the songs my dad likes to talk about, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;talkin&lt;/span&gt; bout grown folk music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.    The Sweetest Thing - Lauryn Hill (she does not have a song that i don't like and i have all her albums so listing all of her songs would take up my entire list so just note that she is def in my top 5 artistes of all time!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.    Human Nature - Madonna (she is an icon, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt; said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.    This Love - Craig Armstrong and Elizabeth Fraser (has sentiment. i actually haven't listened to this one in a while as it usually sends chills to the bone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.    Is it a Crime? - Sade (if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; haven't heard it listen to it. it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hawwtttttt&lt;/span&gt;!!!! her voice her music, from no ordinary love, to king of sorrow to tattoo, just awesome. she will always be in my top 5 as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.    Jealous - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Sinead&lt;/span&gt; O'Connor (the lyrics to that song spoke to me back in 2001. how accurate they were and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; only ever heard no one compares but she has an arsenal of music that is inspiring. she is def underrated but much love from your  number 1 fan!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.    Bag Lady - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Erykah&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Badu&lt;/span&gt; (the long version of course, i think it was the beat of this that first caught me then the lyrics. to me it's like chill music)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.    Just Friends - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Musiq&lt;/span&gt; (is it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;wak&lt;/span&gt; that when this came out i sat and learnt all the words? the hook is crazy wicked)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.   You Give Me Something - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Jamiroquai&lt;/span&gt; (i love everything by him as well but this is my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;. sigh* this is harder than i thought)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.    Dig - Incubus (i fell in love with the music video then the song. it appeals to me when i am depressed. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=j9l17XR74Ts&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.    Gotta Get Through This - Daniel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Beddingfield&lt;/span&gt; (hot dance track. i used to play this over and over back in my sad days to will myself out of a deep hole, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.   Getting in the Way - Jill Scott ('&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;sista&lt;/span&gt; girl' ha! classic. she is the lyricist from whom i get most of my poetic inspiration)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.    Another Lonely Day - Ben Harper (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; always been accused of only listening to depressing music but i just like slow melancholy music. it relaxes me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.   Warning Sign/The Hardest Part - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt; (sorry i just can't pick and all of their albums were hot hot, got the chance to see them in concert a time and it was one of the best nights of my life, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;holla&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.    It Will Be Quiet - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;Meklit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;Hadero&lt;/span&gt; (and i only met her in January and already according to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;itunes&lt;/span&gt; i have listened to this song 56 times)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.    &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Cruisin&lt;/span&gt;' - Smokey Robinson (make love music &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J_KKyw8V-l0&lt;/span&gt; nuff said)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.    I Believe - Blessed Union of Souls (lyrically sweet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.   The Weakness in Me - Joan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Armatrading&lt;/span&gt; (10 things i hate about soundtrack, chaaa memories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.    Everything I Am/ Heard Em Say/All Falls Down - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; West (honestly i couldn't chose. love everything he does....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.    Fortunate - Maxwell (he's sexy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.    It Ain't Over till it's Over - Lenny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Kravtiz&lt;/span&gt; (he has quite a few that i like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.    Me, Myself and I - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Beyonce&lt;/span&gt; (how much do i love her, she is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;hawt&lt;/span&gt; and then some. go on girl with ya bad self!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.    Show Me - John Legend (he could show me some things i sure wouldn't mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. 2 the Sky - Robin &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Thicke&lt;/span&gt; (his last album was really really dope!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.    I Need You - Alicia Keys (like the deserts need the rain, i have listened to her last album so many times now the cd is skipping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.    Get By - Talib Kweli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.   One More Night - Phil Collins (influenced by my dad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.    I'd Rather Be Alone - Karyn White&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.    Vision of Love - Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.    Untitled (How Does It Feel?)/Lady - D'Angelo (come back, you're missed!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.    Where Ever You Are - Terry Ellis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.    If You Love Me (Say it) - Brownstone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.    Hell Bent - Kenna (so talented, take a listen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work in progress&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-2866296157535685914?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2866296157535685914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=2866296157535685914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2866296157535685914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2866296157535685914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/music-is-my-soul-singing.html' title='music is my soul singing...'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-5066205663431495507</id><published>2008-04-24T03:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:41:25.550-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but that lets me know that she&apos;s a human being and being human&apos;s hard on the boulevard..... - andre 3000'/><title type='text'>feeling awesome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;he stood up for me, wow! i feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-5066205663431495507?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5066205663431495507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=5066205663431495507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5066205663431495507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5066205663431495507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/feeling-awesome.html' title='feeling awesome'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-3718273480448098938</id><published>2008-04-23T15:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:44:59.778-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='who will save your soul if you won&apos;t save your own.... - jewel'/><title type='text'>i want to grow old with everyone i love</title><content type='html'>i never realized how much hard work goes into starting your own business, sigh. i had plans of getting things off the ground in may but a wise person told me that you don't get a second chance at a first impression and if i don't feel confidant with what i present then it's best to just wait till i am sure of what i have. hmmmm, so inasmuch as i'm a lil disappointed i will wait it out. this way i can probably source some materials from NY. still mad excited though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yo! Christianity ain' easy. i guess at this stage i can say i am a trying Christian and i know that is bad to say but at least i'm honest. sometimes my body has these burning desires that drive me crazy. should i act on them what should i do? it feels like they're consuming me. there when i go to sleep, as soon as i wake up, when i'm in the shower, eating, wherever it's crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, men ain't easy. some might say i'm a lil too strict when it comes to relationships but i feel like i've paid my dues and i deserve to be treated with respect ain't? why is it so hard for men to commit fully, why must men keep in touch with their exes? there are certain things that i just don't like and am not comfortable with. and i can be accused of being jealous envious i don't care. i know that is not the case it's simply about closure and not jeopardizing what you have. i wouldn't do that to you so don't do it to me. if the ones from before only knew i'm not too sure they would be accepting your calls. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you're too good to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you totally spoil him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you give him everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's why he be actin' the way he's actin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but...shouldn't i treat my man like a King?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;shouldn't i nurture and respect him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why am i made to feel like a bounded slave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;why are my inner desires encaved?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm hungry for something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hungry for your empathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hungry for your sympathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hungry for your respect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haven't i totally exceeded your ex-pec-ta-tions?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-3718273480448098938?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3718273480448098938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=3718273480448098938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3718273480448098938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3718273480448098938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-want-to-grow-old-with-everyone-i-love.html' title='i want to grow old with everyone i love'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-9137139622859134904</id><published>2008-04-21T14:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T11:30:27.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is a rebel song.... - sinead o&apos;connor'/><title type='text'>if i am guilty i will pay</title><content type='html'>what is this obsession with happiness? if i had a bill for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; someone questions me on happiness &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'd&lt;/span&gt; be mad rich. now don't get me wrong, i too am seeking but i feel like there's pressure on me. every single day...are you happy? are you happy? but hey...are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far today &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; managed my time pretty well. here on a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;coffee&lt;/span&gt; break but i won't break too long there is work to be done and by the grace of God i will get through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blessings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self cut down on the coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-9137139622859134904?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9137139622859134904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=9137139622859134904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/9137139622859134904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/9137139622859134904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-i-am-guilty-i-will-pay_21.html' title='if i am guilty i will pay'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-2629158528736523535</id><published>2008-04-21T02:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:51:14.491-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='..you&apos;re gonna be the death of me i don&apos;t want you but i need you i love you and hate you at the very same time bittersweet..... - kanye west'/><title type='text'>i hope you dance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; " class="MsoNormal"&gt;Underneath this spotted mahogany skin&lt;br /&gt;there is a soulful woman living&lt;br /&gt;within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ye i got my perm, sometimes wear it in a curl&lt;br /&gt;but on the inside, i am, at heart&lt;br /&gt;an all natural girl.&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; " class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ya see, I’ve come a long way from where I’ve been&lt;br /&gt;Seen some things a girl like me shun’t ever had seen&lt;br /&gt;But I got back my pride still I love my humble pie&lt;br /&gt;When you look in these brown eyes&lt;br /&gt;These honest eyes, no lies&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that lies within me&lt;br /&gt;Is he in I and I as one with HE&lt;br /&gt;And we are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; " class="MsoNormal"&gt;thank you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i had a great wk-end.&lt;br /&gt;reggae on the beach was really nice, it's the first time i've been in the island for the reggae fest and at first i was a lil skeptical but i'm glad i didn't listen to anyone's opinion. i went out for myself and i had a fab time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;work this wk and my aim is to manage my time better. i know i can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;hoping for positive change. can you hear me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i miss solitude but i am thankful for you  and i'm glad i surrounded myself with good people this wk-end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-2629158528736523535?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2629158528736523535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=2629158528736523535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2629158528736523535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2629158528736523535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-hope-you-dance.html' title='i hope you dance.'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-3768731951733046342</id><published>2008-04-18T12:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:49:36.455-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just be yourself (anyway that you want to)......... - morcheeba'/><title type='text'>i know i can. (be what i wanna be)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i had telepathy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;then i could transport the thoughts i have of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you would come to understand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;what it's like for a woman to love a man.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;thank you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's friday and i'm in a positive mood, i won't let anything today change my attitude cause i ain't stressed and i sure am blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still having problems with time management, how is it that i am such a lazy individual, i lose focus so so easily and it's starting to cause problems. still ain't finish the newsletter yet but you know what...today i will!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so last night i threw a surprise anniversary dinner for my dad and his wife seeing they've been married for 15 years and it was going great but then she said something that was like a knife to the chest, she kept saying over and over 'you imagine that i have been with you now for over 30 yrs?" you realize i've been you now for over 30 yrs?" on and on and then by the 4th time i was like, wait, holdup?!?!?!?!?!?!?! how is it that you guys have been together for over 30 yrs and i am only 27? does that mean my dad was messing with her when he had my mother???? sigh* needless to say i got a lil depressed at that thought. MEN%^&amp;amp;*@# anyways, i won't even question it cause i don't want to know the answer furthermore i don't want to know the answer and have that knowledge then i would start wondering if i should tell my mother and blah blah. so i will try to put it out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of my mother, we had a realllll good laugh this week at somewhat of a dirty joke but not really but that just goes to show the depth of her sense of humour, she is one hilarious woman and you know those kinda laughs where it is so loud and brawling that you make funny sounds and your face gets distorted well that is how we laughed for like 2 mins, water even came to my eyes lololol. she is just the best, da bomb!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came up with another name for my second business last night and i am somewhat more excited about this one, excited, nervous, anxious scared, happy you name it. if it is to be it will be but that won't stop me from praying and praying hard that i get it off the ground soon. it's about time i became more that i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;think i might take in a lil poetic inspiration this wk-end. that might help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes just knowing is enough. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sending love, so much love to all my family, friends, animals, workmates, clients and students, people i chance upon, people i don't know, people i want to know, everyone. stay up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-3768731951733046342?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3768731951733046342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=3768731951733046342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3768731951733046342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3768731951733046342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-i-am-guilty-i-will-pay.html' title='i know i can. (be what i wanna be)'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-6184554376867837008</id><published>2008-04-17T02:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:55:27.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it could all be so simple but you rather make it hard loving you is like a battle....... - lauryn hill'/><title type='text'>it's only a mountain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;thank you india&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; thank you providence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; thank you disillusionment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; thank you nothingness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; thank you clarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; thank you thank you silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Alanis Morissette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just don't know how to finish this newsletter sigh* and it's getting me down cause i know the director is gonna call me up and ask me questions i can't answer sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a very educational day. attended an HIV fair at BCC and i learnt a whole heap of stuff that i never knew and some of the plays were really good, though i thought some veered off from the topic at hand by wanting more to evoke laughter but overall it was a commendable effort. there is a lot of young talent in barbados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brass tacks has been hot all week especially since the prime ministers' address but i mean come on people, do you really expect gas prices to go up all over the world and we go untouched? well, if i thought cost of living was high i guess i ain't see nothing yet. now i started listening to 'tell it like it is' as well and that's pretty good. some of the theories i hear sometimes totally baffle me but everyone is entitled to their own opinion i guess...good stuff though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know those moods where you don't feel to see anyone or talk to anyone or interact? well i'm in one of those moods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to this place called Taboo two sundays ago to support my friend russell and others for an event they were holding. now i absolutely love supporting my friends in what ever event they have all down to the 'pick up trash day' events but i think i need to be a tad picky in the future. i guess as partying is so not my thing anymore it was suffocatingly hard for me to fit in, to dance (mind you back in the day i used to wine till the sun came up) but now sigh* let's just say it's been a longggggggggg time since i 'wuk-up' lol, am i getting too boring? i found the whole scene yawnful to say the least but i did move a bit to machel.....my weak spot revealed. i would love to attend a good old soca party though and hear early early machel like big truck, early alison and the like, ras iley, plastic bag you name it. now THAT would be my kinda jam.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to a play sunday night now that is my kinda jam right there, interesting title 'for colored girls who contemplate suicide when a rainbow is enough" beautiful cast, beautiful women, i loved it from start to finish. i wish i had more plays to go to, i guess this is one of those times i miss NY but don't get me wrong i LOVE barbados and this is where i wanna be ..... for now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar tomorrow but i'm not in the mood to see anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what Fay is doing right this minute.....soon forward&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-6184554376867837008?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6184554376867837008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=6184554376867837008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/6184554376867837008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/6184554376867837008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-only-mountain.html' title='it&apos;s only a mountain'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-7921579963193674807</id><published>2008-04-15T03:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T00:54:55.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men love to do the crime but hate to do the time young man why are you wasting mine with the same old rhymes....... - vanyaism'/><title type='text'>once a label is on something it becomes an it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;black Jezebel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;have i seen your face before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you must be the she-devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;that wanders around in my subconscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;planting seeds in my garden of mistrust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;but nothing grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;for my earth knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;when not to sow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;black Jezebel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;with your seductive smells&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;every man's eyes peeled to your coke bottle shell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;but everyone is hiding something and so are you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i wonder what you're up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's official, my dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jouvais&lt;/span&gt; has an identity crisis sigh* granted just by looking at her you can tell that she's a female still she has a lot of male tendencies....i mean how many female dogs pee with their legs raised??? it's so strange and odd and everything that describes weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where i would be without my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cetaphil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; SPF 15 daily moisturizer, seriously, it gives me this glow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got home and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; not even sleepy sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he cheated with you he will cheat on you. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;nuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously $330 for some x-rays and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cataflam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for a good old sprained ankle? seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocha has so much character already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in love with him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been having some bad dreams recently, what is going on in my subconscious...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; been trying to ignore them but sometimes i feel so nervous when i get ready for bed, it's like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; asking myself 'what dream will it be tonight?" what dream will i have that will be so disturbing that i stay awake just to avoid seeing it. i need to consult my dream book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hear tosh crying but i am so tired i don't feel like going outside... i hope he stops soon sigh*&lt;br /&gt;i love my animals, they bring peace and calm to my crazy days and they love me unconditionally...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for strength....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-7921579963193674807?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7921579963193674807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=7921579963193674807' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7921579963193674807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7921579963193674807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/once-label-is-on-something-it-becomes.html' title='once a label is on something it becomes an it.'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-1315536925966057682</id><published>2008-04-11T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:25:43.300-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='listening to &apos;down to brass tacks&quot; tite tunes.....'/><title type='text'>woman within</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dear GOD,&lt;br /&gt;i am weak, i am humble, i am wide open. open and willing. open to receive your many blessings and ministry and wiling to make the sacrifices necessary to be a good servant. but i must confess that i am also weak. i pray for strength in the hard times and in the face of adversity. i know if you brought me to it you will see me through it and i pray to be mindful of that phrase whenever my spirit weakens. so today i am humbly praying for strength through you, this is my prayer to you, from your humble narrator.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should i feel guilty because i am a quiet Christian? i must admit that i am not as involved in the church as i was in my childhood and teenage years whereas now i am just a member of the congregation but i also love my position.  recently, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been invited to be more involved in the church but i turned it down. right now i feel as if my plate is very full with work and other extra-curricular activities so i don't feel i would be capable of fully committing. that being said why then, do i feel so guilty? so badly? as if i am doing something wrong.  i enjoy church just as much as everyone else but is there more i should be doing? i will pray for guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am blessed and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; stressed right now but hey no one said it would be easy, who am i to demand a free ride? i just need to keep believing in myself even when i feel like i can't understand or have control over what is going on around me, over the people who are supposed to be close to me but somehow don't place my existence in high value. i have the peace of mind to get me through and i know i am strong, i have to believe i am strong if not my weakness will consume me. i know i can be more than i can possibly envision but no one will believe me until i believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my new pup yesterday, he is so adorable i decided to name him Mocha......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for another week of work, family, friends and acquaintances.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-1315536925966057682?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1315536925966057682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=1315536925966057682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1315536925966057682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1315536925966057682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/woman-within.html' title='woman within'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-6051908240967205509</id><published>2008-04-10T03:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T00:08:29.916-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meet me in my dreams.....'/><title type='text'>i don't even know what to say just in awe of my fatigue</title><content type='html'>i am actually sleepy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for baggy eyes and endless yawns...i'm going to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-6051908240967205509?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6051908240967205509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=6051908240967205509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/6051908240967205509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/6051908240967205509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-even-know-what-to-say-just-in.html' title='i don&apos;t even know what to say just in awe of my fatigue'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-6434043979471269163</id><published>2008-04-09T17:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:47:07.841-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh tell me that i&apos;m not only one going through it all oh sometimes it feels like i&apos;m the only one who&apos;s going through it all...... - alicia keys'/><title type='text'>time for me to shine.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Blessings......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i am lying on the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;listening to the waves as they crash against the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;lost in thought letting my mind drift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;losing myself in the sounds of the beauty that is around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i can never understand what it took to make such a beautiful world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i can never fathom the artistry yet i an ever amazed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and i sit quietly and let my thoughts take me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;on yet another spiritual journey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i am blessed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Yes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad was 63 yesterday, boy is he old. thank you Lord for granting him such longevity and i wish him many more years or success, health and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i feel strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am in smoothie heaven! i will no longer be giving cafe moya my $8, nope, no way. i have sourced their sources and now i get the product directly from them ha! this morning i made my first banana berry and it was awesome, all now i'm still full. holla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been working so hard and not getting any sleep. picking back up my old habits, last night i was up in bed just staring at the ceiling, wrote a bit, listened to music, thought some more. chaaaa, now today i'm so tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking about some things i shouldn't be thinking about sigh* my mind my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the strength to get up this morning when i know i could've used like 4 more hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-6434043979471269163?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6434043979471269163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=6434043979471269163' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/6434043979471269163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/6434043979471269163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/time-for-me-to-shine.html' title='time for me to shine.....'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-4941472569539940699</id><published>2008-04-07T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T14:34:09.135-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the thing is we both need each other feel me?'/><title type='text'>Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and his Righteousness......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you knew me before my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;you molded a beautiful mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;i come to you a sinner and ashamed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;yet i feel glorified when i hear your name.....Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you for your example....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday's church service was the best one i've had since i moved back, wait no, ah lie, the service i had on my b'day was pretty great but then again it was a visiting minister at my church not even my home minister and then yesterday i went to St. Matthias so there i am faced again with getting the spiritual food i need from people who are not from my church sigh* (oh woe is me) and i can't say i'm a big Anglican person but that church was da bomb! i thoroughly enjoyed the service, it was so interactive and real man, i miss churches like that! reminded me a bit of NY at least on the inspirational level, i would love to make that my home church but chaaa it's so far and then my mum might feel a way that we aren't ministering together so that's another issue but it has given me the soul power i need for this week. i even wrote a verse whilst in church (i know that's bad) but it inspired me. pity i left it home but i'll probably upload it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/US/04/06/mlk.role.church/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin sent me this link and i found it rather interesting, i've been reading a lot recently about prosperity preachers and how they have been leading people astray with their "successful living"theory as the way to God, neglecting to mention that Christians suffer as well.  i will just upload the correspondence we had after reading this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt; On 4/6/08 3:44 PM, "Vanya " &lt;maagavanya@hotmail.com&gt; wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/maagavanya@hotmail.com&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;this was a good article thanks for sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; i think a lot boils down to what people think "living the best life they can" is as we mostly hear that once u do good u will get good, that was always a motivation for me. it would be hard for people to understand that being a Christian also means that there may be suffering as well plus a lot of poor people who make up like half of jakes' congregation don't want to hear that even though they're poor now the possibility exists that they may spend the rest of their lives being poor even though they are Christians.  especially living in the USA where there is so much ugliness around, ppl tend to want something positive to hold onto i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; what is your view of priests and the like, living luxurious lives? (cars, big house, brand name clothes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana,Helvetica,Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12;"&gt;Dear Vanya,&lt;br /&gt;               The thing about the prosperity message is that if you teach it according the bible, it’s short, concise and maybe too simple for people to accept. From the book of Matthew the scripture reads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“25"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?&lt;br /&gt;28"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;If you read that and understand it, that’s it in a nutshell. The error with the prosperity gospel is that it makes “successful living” the motive for coming to Christ. This is a deception for we are to come to Christ because we recognize we are sinners who need to repent and seek God’s mercy that is made available through the blood atonement of this same Jesus Christ. I can tell you that historically, many of the early Christians were persecuted, lived in poverty and even beheaded and executed. According to the standard these prosperity preachers are using today, these people lived very unsuccessful lives. I remember there is a verse, I can’t quite remember where it is in the bible but it talks about Paul and Barnabas receiving lashes for having preached the gospel when forbidden to do so. After that they actually rejoiced for having suffered for the sake of the kingdom. Besides that they were homeless for a while and were in jail as well. In fact Paul, I think died in jail, beheaded by the Roman emperor Nero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now being a Christian doesn’t mean god will not bless you and you’re destined to live a life of suffering. He will bless you according to his will, in his time and in his own way. It may not be riches, it may be, it may not be infamy, it may be...you don’t know. What you do know is that if you seek him first and his righteousness then everything else that you need for this temporal life will be given to you. But it’s nothing compared to what you will receive in the life here after and that is what we Christians are looking for. “&lt;i&gt;A city not made by man but whose architect and builder is God.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that I leave you with scripture. From Philippians chapter 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“&lt;i&gt;7&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;But whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ. 8What is more, I consider everything a loss compared to the surpassing greatness of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord, for whose sake I have lost all things. I consider them rubbish, that I may gain Christ 9and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ—the righteousness that comes from God and is by faith. 10I want to know Christ and the power of his resurrection and the fellowship of sharing in his sufferings, becoming like him in his death, 11and so, somehow, to attain to the resurrection from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12Not that I have already obtained all this, or have already been made perfect, but I press on to take hold of that for which Christ Jesus took hold of me. 13Brothers, I do not consider myself yet to have taken hold of it. But one thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, 14I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Regards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to share this article with some of my friends and see what opinions i get. i wonder what lars would say?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-4941472569539940699?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4941472569539940699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=4941472569539940699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/4941472569539940699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/4941472569539940699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/seek-ye-first-kingdom-of-god-and-his.html' title='Seek ye first the Kingdom of God and his Righteousness......'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-4676451883775184797</id><published>2008-04-04T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:20:48.098-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i wish for you a hundred years of success but it&apos;s my time...... - jay-z'/><title type='text'>i will not mention you when the reckoning comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Growth.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am learning that sometimes i have to make mistakes over and over before i truly learn the lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am learning that no matter how hard i try people will only change when they want to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am learning to see the good in people where i didn't think any good exists. i am learning it is there i just need to be patient.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am learning that it is ok to quarrel sometimes, clear the air so to speak. i've always heard it's better out than in. (austin powers)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am learning that in order for me to find a good man i have to start by being a good woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am learning that is it never too late to turn to God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am learning that it's ok to give without getting. (that was hard)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am learning that i should always follow my dreams and not get caught up in others' dreams as i might never accomplish my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am learning that no matter how genuine you are nor how you present yourself to people they will only see the wrong you did. and i am learning not to care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am learning that you can show people sides of you and they can use those sides against you and when you start showing them nothing they're still not satisfied damn! so i am learning to just accept who i am and that i won't be liked by all but that i already am blessed with good people in my life and that should be enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am learning not to hold onto pain so strongly. let it go, let God and live!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am learning to forgive slowly but surely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you. (for now.....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;it's friday!!!!! holla!!!!! thank goodness, i am so pooped it ain't funny. i am really looking forward to sunday cause i have work all day tomorrow :( how crazy is that but i gotta be thankful for my j-o-b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april will be my month of soul. i'm gonna connect to soul sistas, soul brothas, soul mamas and papas. imma spread my soul seeds so far that i'll go st. lucy n see some of my soul there....liming. ow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got my new tree last night and she is beautiful, i wonder how long it takes for an almond tree to grow and i really hope the dogs don't dig it up, oh please don't dig her up she is just too beautiful, i think i will name her Tallulah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i said i'd name the new dog milo but now i'm hearing that's too common a dog name blah blah so it's back to the drawing board hmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still need to work on my time management or request a cut down on the amount of work i am given, i find that i have loads of work and then when i'm home i'm working too or at least thinking about work, that's just crazy yo! i gotta keep myself in check more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is made up of so many different people, different personalities and different backgrounds. in my past i used to be so snobbish and i looked down on people a lot.  when i think back to those days i feel so ashamed. who was i to judge. now i have a more open mind the ways of my past still haunt me sometimes. but i will not give up. life is a journey and i'm committed to seeing it through till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my music sustains me when you don't. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is so short and we take so many things for granted. i don't wanna start living everyday like it's my last but i want to continue to grow as i age and i can only ask to grow old with the people i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless.&lt;div 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comes'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-7093210064788619629</id><published>2008-04-03T21:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T13:50:29.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you know what I&apos;m sayin&apos;?.......- angie stone'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feeling all that'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tired'/><title type='text'>misunderstood (we are)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Baba Says Cool For Thought"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; They thought it was cool to burn crosses on your front lawn as they hung you from trees in your backyard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; They thought it was cool to leave you thirsty and stranded, Katrina!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; He thought it was cool to carry a gun in his classroom and open fire, Virginia Tech, Columbine Stop the violence!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; They thought it was cool to tear down the projects and put up million dollar condos, Gentrification&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; They think it's cool to stand on the block hiding product in their socks to make quick dime bag dollars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; They think it's cool to ride down on you in blue and white unmarked cars busting you upside your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Freeze...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; 'Cause the problem is we think it's cool too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Check your ingredients before you overdose, on The Cool...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;by Iesha Jaco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have this hunger, this burning, what is it on my mind? you would think it wasn't me, that they weren't my thoughts. yet somehow, they are elusive to even me. i haven't written a verse in long, working on my album but i think i need a lil poetic break. word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was a better day than yesterday. thank you for not sinking any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people only show you what they want you to see. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;work this wk-end sigh* i feel like i've been going and going not stopping and i'm a lil tired, mentally drained, whatever you wanna call it. i could use a wk in the Bahamas or sum.....i'm really looking forward to my trip. i could use a lil cold on my bones, it's hot in Barbados!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angie stone is going to be at st. lucia jazz and i can't go AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i feel a lil better now. i know she will give a good show!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously if i hear that chris brown song one more time i am gonna scream, would you believe my mother even has it as her ring tone. my mother who doesn't even no how to send a text ot change from ring to vibrate. who doesn't even know how to turn off her cell phone??????????? i blame lana. lol. but seriously i am way tired of that song and to me the beginning sounds like "irreplaceable" by beyonce. but hey, that's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanye's new stage is awesome, damn! i should be there, i can only hope i catch him when i travel, he's da bomb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am learning, learning how to come out on top, learning that i am who i am and that's a blessing, learning that i don't need you or anyone to validate my mind or my thoughts. i am learning that there is good in everyone. even if we don't get along there's good in you, i have to believe that in order for us to co-exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for constantly testing me, i am growing stronger through you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-7093210064788619629?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7093210064788619629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=7093210064788619629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7093210064788619629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7093210064788619629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/misunderstood-we-are.html' title='misunderstood (we are)'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-4142942124723303202</id><published>2008-04-02T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T11:05:32.192-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='this is a sad day'/><title type='text'>she could've been....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Endings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;is this really the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;or is your life now beginning?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;i've heard rumours about heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and i could only imagine your vision - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;as you open your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and behold God in all his majesty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;the sadness that weighed down your heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;now lifted&lt;br /&gt;even shifted as you can look down now on your beautiful family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;and be the guardian angel over their paths forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;smile at this blessing and we will too at your memory......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for being part of my schools days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew Tonya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't say we were bosom buddies but we went to school together she was a star athlete and me a lowly cheerleader but still i remember cheering her on. she was always big in size and i think that's what made her stand out cause regardless of her size she moved fast! really fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and her heart was just as big, very bubbly and kind-hearted. i have never heard anyone utter a bad word about her. so it goes, when you leave school you usually leave people behind, lose contacts, the usual but she came back to my memory when i saw her graduate from law school last yr i was like wow! i'd checked the newspaper to see some of my friends (who called me incessantly to make sure i read the advocate) but there i saw Tonya as well. i was like wow! made me feel proud to see so many combermerians and to see an old pal from school doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my mother asked me on sunday if i knew the girl that died......i was like a girl died? how old? she goes she was 24 so i'm like oh, i didn't know many of the lower school students (there's my damn ego again sigh*) but she started to give me some details, i was like hmmmm, was she an athlete? she couldn't say. was she a lawyer? again couldn't say. so i mourned the loss of a young combermerian and went no further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw a few missed calls on my phone yesterday from my mother but i just hate cell phones to be honest so i said i'd call her back when i got to a land line. finally she got through to me as i was worried by the 3rd call that it was something serious and she told me yes, she was an athlete. and it was then my heart sank. somehow, even though there were a plethora of athletes i knew her age, i just knew it was her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still in shock. i just can't believe it. why? she was so talented and i admired the fact that she stayed with the same person for so long, she started a family young but still managed to balance a career as well and therefore securing a strong future for her family.  i mean how many people her age can say they've accomplished that. it was her heart that ultimately took her life. it was probably over-flowing with all the goodness, good friends and good deeds she'd accomplished over her short 24 years.  and today i feel a sense of over-whelming sadness, i do. gone too soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will keep her family in my prayers. i pray that those beautiful girls grow up and learn about how strong and determined their mother was. how much she loved them and did all she could for them to be here and how she ultimately sacrificed her life for theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she will truly be missed and my one regret right now is that i didn't check up on this news earlier and because of my laziness i missed the funeral, i missed the chance to say good-bye to an old school mate. i will never act so slowly again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless her as i know she is up there with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonya Shantelle Nicole Howard&lt;br /&gt;Sunrise: January 7th, 1984&lt;br /&gt;Sunset: March 25th, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will always be remembered......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-4142942124723303202?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4142942124723303202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=4142942124723303202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/4142942124723303202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/4142942124723303202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/04/she-couldve-been.html' title='she could&apos;ve been....'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-135274192913288909</id><published>2008-04-01T02:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T23:18:08.240-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you&apos;re part of my identity i sometimes have the tendency to look at you religiously....... - lauryn hill feat. d&apos;angelo'/><title type='text'>i get it.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People come into your life, some seasons&lt;br /&gt;With or without reasons….lifetimes&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a new day since you’ve been in mine&lt;br /&gt;And I am thankful, I am grateful&lt;br /&gt;for the love that we’ve made&lt;br /&gt;the mistakes too i guess we grow when we want to&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful for the ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;the trials and the victories too&lt;br /&gt;but most of all, i am thankful for you....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;today was a challenge but i have finally broken free. i feel happy to be here to be alive and to give. i mean seriously, why not, i ain't busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thankful for work and for giving my all even when i am sleepy and ain't had my first cup of coffee. seriously, i need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm thankful for the different experiences i have everyday, granted sometimes i feel like i am a walking soap opera nonetheless everything leads me back to you, to God, so...thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more times....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-135274192913288909?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/135274192913288909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=135274192913288909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/135274192913288909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/135274192913288909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-get-it.html' title='i get it.'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-377149309604585275</id><published>2008-03-30T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T21:06:46.305-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='these words are my own....... - natasha bedingfield'/><title type='text'>waiting for my 'exhale' moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;" If you're searching for a place you know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;   a familiar face, somewhere to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;   You should look inside yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;   You're halfway there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;   Sometimes you'll laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;   Sometimes you'll cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;   Life never tells us, the when's or why's"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;                                                                            Whitney Houston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sometimes you make me feel so poor. the things that i hold as the riches of life seem not to matter to you (you know those boring things like fearing God, respect, unconditional love, honesty).  don't get caught sacrificing your soul and dignity for money, for inheritance.  cause the richest man could have the sickest soul and end up alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am waiting for my exhale moment, to just breathe and breathe easy, sometimes i feel so empty, but only emotionally cause i know i am rich in spirit and intellectualism and i love it and i love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to get my business off the ground, it's so easy to get caught up in other people's dreams....it's time i started living my dreams and seeing them through. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i got dreams and ideas come through the seams&lt;/span&gt;. so imma do me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for individualism.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-377149309604585275?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/377149309604585275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=377149309604585275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/377149309604585275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/377149309604585275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/waiting-for-my-exhale-moment.html' title='waiting for my &apos;exhale&apos; moment'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-2745988385868333354</id><published>2008-03-28T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T16:42:25.818-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i&apos;m not tryin&apos; to pressure you just can&apos;t help thinkin&apos; bout you you ain&apos;t even really gotta be my girlfriend i just wanna know your name..... - musiq'/><title type='text'>Joy Division (finish strong!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;REFRAIN......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;all the riches in the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;all the diamonds and the pearls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;all the 'bling bling' don't mean a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;if you ain't got God dwelling.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;big house, cars and money ain't the way to my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Brotha, you gotta come mo'betta, fresha', most deafa'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;let the rhythm get ya......(haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;you gotta woo me with a honest soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;a boatload of monogamy and an arsenal of modesty&lt;br /&gt;R-E-S-P-E-C-T like sista Aretha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Brotha, you gotta be sexy spiritual, teasing intellectual&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;and a bellyful of wonderful.....then we could spar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;get it star?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;thank you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;we made it oh joy, thank you for life and it's amenities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am  looking forward to a productive and balanced week-end, spending time with you but on my turf, had to flip the script and turn the page on this drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know who this woman is but did i hear my mother mention getting another dog? what would that be 4? granted nicky spends all of her time elsewhere but still, crazy yo! what will i name this one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am proud of my students from Welches primary, they are so talented and gifted man, i hope they realize the gifts they've been given and USE them, how i hope they'd use them, don't waste them, they're those who don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my way to a meeting now......thank you for the courage to write my feelings no matter who is listening. i'm not ashamed and i'm only human. beautifully imperfect and i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more times.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-2745988385868333354?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2745988385868333354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=2745988385868333354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2745988385868333354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2745988385868333354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/joy-division-finish-strong.html' title='Joy Division (finish strong!)'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-6377062739284860772</id><published>2008-03-28T03:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:50:59.107-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my man don&apos;t want me no more he says he needed his time to clear his mind meanwhile i&apos;m losing mine ooh ooh ooh....... - intro to &quot;where do we go from here&quot;...alicia keys'/><title type='text'>i'm nobody's girl but somebody's WOMAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Beginnings....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;let's go back to the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;just friends, depending on each other as friends do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;non-judgmental, easy, before things got crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and we crashed into something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;let's go back to the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;when it was smooth as jazz, as poetic as the guitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mellow as the saxophone and powerful as the trombone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;and we were uncomplicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;had a nice walk with the dogs today, note to self do not walk alone with an ipod  on lonely streets. anybody could grab me oh loss, no bosie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made a few changes to my goals for 2008.  i want to make more contributions to my home. i have lagged a bit since i been back and my one dream would be to have the capacity to help my mother complete her dream house, after all this time it's not finished. but i admire her though, she's doing it alone (well with help from me where i can) and she hasn't given up as yet. she's my rock and a living example. and she's beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a superwoman and i love God. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is waiting for you (me too) what are you waiting for? in the beginning you sang another tune, now, i'm not sure i know you. the lures of the world can trap you, gotta stay strong and elevate your mind above the material....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need a new muse. something/someone who can take me higher. how i miss camesha. been hearing some lyrical birds down here man, wow, good stuff. gotta keep my ears to the ground for more. i like it hardcore. maybe someday i'll wax poetic outside of my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for feeling better today than i did yesterday.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-6377062739284860772?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6377062739284860772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=6377062739284860772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/6377062739284860772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/6377062739284860772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-nobodys-girl-but-somebodys-woman.html' title='i&apos;m nobody&apos;s girl but somebody&apos;s WOMAN'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-3302093889472663143</id><published>2008-03-27T03:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T23:36:22.115-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='says i&apos;m imperfect in every way miss almost miss maybe miss halfway...... - anya marina'/><title type='text'>it's all about the kick/push</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“I’m a new soul, I came to this strange world hoping I could learn a bit about how to give and take. But since I came here felt the joy and the fear, finding myself making every possible mistake.” - Yael Naim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tYBLjEaDFDE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mac ads rule!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;besides the fact that i just love that song the words make sense to me. i've always been a taker, a taker and a leaver. one of the hardest things i ever had to do was to become a giver, an unconditional giver. giving even when i know sometimes it's in vain. i ask myself a lot, why me? why now? why? but why not me? if not now when? why not? i can never learn by sitting on the sidelines. gotta get in the game and participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i think i'm making progress reality comes to slow me down, why do i let the words of ignorant people affect me.  the push effect. sigh* the push effect. words are just words, insults are taken and not given. i need to stop giving words power.  i know who i am, i believe in myself and i will weather the storm, with or without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was so sick today, had to leave work early, i don't understand why. what did i eat last night again? note to self, cut down on the late night snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that girl from the flashing lights music video...wa wow! her body is sick wicked, from here on out i will try to get as bodied as she is, i mean seriously, it's wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so thankful for the strength to get past my stomach flu, yes i did not get to be as productive as i would've liked to be today and yes i missed group but i won't let that get in the way of my goal of having a great week. i have a few more days to go and nothing is gonna stop me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i forgot to feed the dogs today, shameful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something is off, i can sense it. do i care to find out? i think i will just let life take it's course.  nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for mornings....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-3302093889472663143?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3302093889472663143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=3302093889472663143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3302093889472663143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3302093889472663143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-all-about-kickpush.html' title='it&apos;s all about the kick/push'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-5564163016351783094</id><published>2008-03-26T03:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T16:19:21.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am blessed with the freedom to contemplate existence.'/><title type='text'>knowing is growing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;YOU....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love is you in the morning looking back at me&lt;br /&gt;giving me the strength to be all i envision spiritually&lt;br /&gt;Love is you in the harmony of this melody&lt;br /&gt;Love is you speaking to me with you heart,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear every beat in the music of my feet.&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna dance, I wanna shout, I wanna let everyone know what this good feeling in my soul is all about.  It’s about the God in my heart and the love that pumps breaths into me, it’s about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It’s about you....thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i finally finished the album i started back in 2004 phew! now all i have to tackle is world peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had such a beautiful day today, my students were excellent, my clients were talkative and willing and work was just fine. i am blessed with so many ummm, blessings that sometimes i just can't find the words to say :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what goes around comes around. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am getting so tired of my hair sometimes, i think i need to buy either a curling iron or am, what's it called a flat iron cause i'm getting bored of putting it in one but then it's too hot nowadays to wear it open (oh woe is me) maybe i should just cut it off........woah, what just happened there, hmmm, i think i blacked out. (was that my body's unconscious way of shutting down when it heard me mention cutting off my hair?)..........woahhhhh, happened again. how weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so very positive about this week that i really, truly hope and pray i can maintain this feeling  cause as we all know i am very up and down, and this up and down can be very trying "lemme tell ya!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so much work to do but i won't even think about it until i step into the office tomorrow morning. i am looking forward to a good night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so from sunday i decided to go on an Internet purge, i can get lost looking at page after page of celebrities (i know how shameful, only A-listers tho, lol) and then i am always looking at clothes, as non-materialistic i like to play i am i just laaaves clothes. clothes and shoes sigh*. i have a pair of pants that i honestly wish i could wear every single day, if it weren't for societal pressures i would honestly beat them everyday, everywhere and if they got dirty, wash them hang them out and beat them fresh the next day, what??? chaaaa but what a fashion faux pas being caught in the same outfit twice or close to each other (the horror) stupesssssssss, i think things were better when we all walked around naked. i think i'll take a page outta nef's book though and have a sale, all of these clothes that i don't wear (seeing i go nowhere) and that are taking up space. i don't need the baggage, i can't take any of this ish to the grave and it's time i stepped away once and for all from that self that "watched face" and had to be "branding" it, stupes, i'm so over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late night snack? yes plz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i am so blessed i wanna like spread my blessings to everyone and help them too to understand their blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sidebar (i just really wish this hair dryer would ping)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am going to continue on my internet purge, i used the world wide web to do things i don't want to do, my msn depresses me and i hate checking my email (i mean 150 msgs seriously??? sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will just blog and watch online tv until sunday. good luck and God speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ping!!!!&lt;br /&gt;holla!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-5564163016351783094?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5564163016351783094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=5564163016351783094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5564163016351783094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5564163016351783094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/knowing-is-growing.html' title='knowing is growing'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-1532191735277722212</id><published>2008-03-25T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T00:10:57.859-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace needs a little more freedom...love needs room to breathe...... - plumb'/><title type='text'>signs and signals</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;POSITIVE BLUESIN'...(it's in the attitude dude)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i woke up this morning with the wind blowing in my face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the Lord has blessed me with yet another day, hooray!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the the kitchen making some brain food&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm in the mood for a spiritual attitude&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;today will be one of those "happy go lucky" days&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've cast all my pains away, today...things are brighter than before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God has granted me one more, one more try at getting it right.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you Lord and i'll try not to disappoint.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a fantabulous Easter wk-end, great friends, great family, fabulous company i can't complain better yet i shouldn't complain. i am blessed yes! and so thankful to live to see another day. my first Easter back in Barbados did not disappoint and i ate a bit too much yesterday (which i am paying for today) but hey i feel energized, i feel positive and i'm gonna try to spread all i can. feelings like this should not be kept inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work tomorrow but imma try to have a different attitude, spend less time blogging and more working so i wont have to take any work home this week, uh uh, no way. home should be my place of rest not unease. i plan on getting plenty of sleep this week. no more late nights either. so caught up with myself i didn't even walk the dogs yesterday nor today, shame shame. i will work on that as well, besides i def need the exercise (i think all that food went to my thighs sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so thankful for my friends, i had a few visitors today, i just love entertaining (as long as it doesn't involve me cooking) but i just had a great day and i'm going to sleep happy. who knows what this week will bring me, but i pray for the strength of perseverance, no matter what may come my way i will take it, break it, re-shape it or throw it away. i will not hold onto things that will bring me down and i will try to make more changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so thankful for my computer that allows me to get all of my feelings and thoughts out especially when i am too lazy to write it. i am thankful for my super cool family and friends, my beautiful animals and i am thankful to live to see another day. i can only ask for like hmmmmm, thousands more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanya was here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-1532191735277722212?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1532191735277722212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=1532191735277722212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1532191735277722212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1532191735277722212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/signs-and-signals.html' title='signs and signals'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-3771254949974241337</id><published>2008-03-20T04:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T01:06:15.190-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='there are too many questions there is not one solution there is no resurrection there is so much confusion....... - madonna'/><title type='text'>'life is too short to be wearing bad outfits!' - sueann</title><content type='html'>still up sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have like 5 reports to write up tomorrow at work, i wish i'd taken the time to finish them this evening but geez it was 6.45 and i was hungry. who stays at their job at that time? i mean seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to correct myself, not everything on the radio is bad, 'down to brass tacks' is so much tight tune. that show honestly makes my day and i think i like mr. marshall the best, he just has a way of silencing everyone, and you can always tell when he is so over a caller.....good times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madonna is an icon, nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;group today was so, what's the word, interesting. i really need to open my mind. i guess because i wasn't born into a life that was filled with hardships i wouldn't understand how the youth, especially young boys, would have the mindset they have. i need to start thinking outside of myself.  the thoughts and theories i heard today baffle me to a point of absurdity yet i am very intrigued. they fed off of each other like there was a feeding frenzy, everyone wanting to show the other how much 'badder' they were. all i can say is wow! i thoroughly enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'll go count some sheep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful for the days to come......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-3771254949974241337?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3771254949974241337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=3771254949974241337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3771254949974241337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3771254949974241337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/life-is-too-short-to-be-wearing-bad.html' title='&apos;life is too short to be wearing bad outfits!&apos; - sueann'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-3222348586877011186</id><published>2008-03-19T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:27:43.912-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tried to fool me apparently don&apos;t know who i be........ - spooks'/><title type='text'>minipulate the mind shape and get your back ripped</title><content type='html'>i am so sleepy, another sleepless night. and i can't say there's anything on my mind really besides the usual but i just couldn't fall into a nice deep slumber. oh woe is me. i think i am becoming a workaholic like my dad and i don't want to become that kinda person. what is it with me bringing work home? working on the wk-ends when i should be liming.  i think i spend my time up at night thinking about the work i have to do the next day. if i would learn how to manage my time better i wouldn't have these issues instead of spending my time say, blogging.........lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so looking forward to this long wk-end. i'll try to hit the beach. watch some tv online (who has time for regular tv?) spend some tlc with my dogs, they must really be feeling neglected recently.  try to take in some photography. i've really been getting some nice shots recently, but i'd like to get a picture of the sunset (how cliche) but hey, i want it. i think i need to broaden my scope tho, ye nature is nice but i gotta find something that is more original....oh how i wish i'd get a bright idea right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so how much do i hate listening to the radio? ALOT!!!!  how i wish we had some satellite radio up in this joint (oh woe is me) the endless talking and cracking of corny jokes, the varying accents (i mean are we in barbados aren't we?) and the repetition of the same songs over and over, sigh* where is the originality. less reggae more jazz, less commercial rap more neo-rap (i mean like those underground artists are ppl too geez) more trip hop, more something. i mean seriously if i have to hear "with you" one more time i'm gonna puke!!!!! that chris brown is cute though.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm too naive sometimes and this naivety is causing me now to be so suspicious of everyone, everyone's actions. why can't everyone just be genuine, it's like we are all wearing masks hiding our true selves and we're forced to conform. what would it be like to be in a non-conformist system? i guess at the end of the day i just have to always try to remain true to myself. i am the only person i can count on when it comes to certain things.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hungry......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.11 pm, what a weird time, but i should get back to work.  this anger management group this evening should be interesting.  these young boys have so much anger and are so quick to use their hands and not their minds.  opportunities knocking at their door and yet they refuse to answer.  i just asked one of my clients, why do you smoke weed? he said to get high, so i was like well why not eat it? you can get high the same way, he was like "chaaa den, i ainno" typical.  this notion of "belonging" i feel is what drives people's actions. how foolish would he look if when he went on the block and everyone was smoking he pulled out a turkey sandwich and sprinkled the weed on it instead, lol. he laughed at that, (i think i stil got it!) he laughed but still had no answer for me. so i'm left with the same question.....why smoke?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful for today, thankful for life, i'm so blessed and i recognize that more as i grow older and every morning i wake up it's like God is giving me yet another try at getting it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-3222348586877011186?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3222348586877011186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=3222348586877011186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3222348586877011186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3222348586877011186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/minipulate-mind-shape-and-get-your-back.html' title='minipulate the mind shape and get your back ripped'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-325571909888431272</id><published>2008-03-13T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T17:14:11.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what am i trippin&apos; on?......... - clipse'/><title type='text'>awake when i should be sleeping...</title><content type='html'>i was just talking to a friend of mine and he asked me if i was happy. coincidence....don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;graeme - "are you happy?"&lt;br /&gt;me - "happiness is i don't know"&lt;br /&gt;graeme - "happiness is satisfaction......if your satisfaction is based on an unrealistic standard you will never be happy......make the best of what you have and be satisfied"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;easier said than done, but i'll take his word for it, he's one of the wisest men i know and i guess he's found it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i realise why i have been so moody today. i haven't slept in 3 days sigh* it's like my mind just won't stop churning, it's going and going even when i'm dreaming so i wake up at 4 a.m. staring at the ceiling......i need some shut eye. some sound rest. i am blessed so why am i so uneasy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-325571909888431272?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/325571909888431272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=325571909888431272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/325571909888431272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/325571909888431272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/awake-when-i-should-be-sleeping.html' title='awake when i should be sleeping...'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-5711105072774724093</id><published>2008-03-10T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:38:00.553-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i woke up this morning with music in my ear........ - vanyaism'/><title type='text'>injecting reason where it was absent</title><content type='html'>i am too moody, seriously, i really need to work on it, no wonder people look at me sometimes as if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; crazy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. i just seem to switch from joyful, to quiet, to touchy, to weepy so fast i sometimes can't even keep up with myself. and granted my good friends have gotten used to me after all this time but what about people who are now getting to know me, who might not get that it's not them, it's me. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take this morning for instance, this morning i woke up feeling really good but when i got to work i didn't feel like talking to anyone and i wish everyone would stop talking to me for a few hours, not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; in a mood or anything i just don't feel like using my voice, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. i really need a life to think that people will make allowances for when i feel like and don't feel like talking. it's funny but i wish it could happen :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have so much work to do it's crazy yo! i am up to my you know what in reports, i feel like i have been eating sleeping and breathing reports, i wish i had this chip in my head that i could connect to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pc&lt;/span&gt; so that i would think what i want to write and then the computer types it out for me, spell checks and send it out. (hum......business idea?) as if!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mother hasn't even called me for the morning dread, imagine that. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; give her like 3 more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;food on my mind, what to eat, what to eat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-5711105072774724093?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5711105072774724093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=5711105072774724093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5711105072774724093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5711105072774724093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/injecting-reason-where-it-was-absent.html' title='injecting reason where it was absent'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-2692588254288933668</id><published>2008-03-05T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T18:47:43.763-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bag lady you gon hurt your back draggin all dem bags like that........... - erykah badu'/><title type='text'>stay up! (pack light)</title><content type='html'>work can really start to suck you dry and i'm feeling it. how can i not? seeing people everyday who have to deal with some circumstances that i could never even imagine. some poverty stricken individuals, individuals with some serious mental problems, chaaa, today it is really affecting me and bringing me down. i know they say you shouldn't take your work home with you but it is hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then working with these kids, that is hard as well. so many of them can't even read, write or spell. some schools that used to be so highly regarded now falling at the wayside. what will become of my children and my children's children. it makes me feel like my generation has failed. we are not setting the examples and providing our future with the resources they need to maintain themselves. we as adults are setting bad examples, living promiscuous lives, no wonder i could have a student ask me about "trunking"....imagine that. what will become of barbados if we are raising illiterate children. back to the plantation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to try to maintain my balance though, i am here for a reason, for a mission, there is a divine reason i was called home. truth be told i'm gonna have to learn how to separate myself from my clients. i guess i was a bit soft anyway. i guess i am gonna have to harden up where they are concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful though, thankful that i haven't given up hope as yet.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-2692588254288933668?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2692588254288933668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=2692588254288933668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2692588254288933668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/2692588254288933668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/03/stay-up.html' title='stay up! (pack light)'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-7058006419848933904</id><published>2008-02-28T17:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:12:04.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm glad i have Nefertiti in my life</title><content type='html'>it is so hot in Barbados! seriously! i mean gosh, just for a lil wind, a lil cold front something, anything.  i am sweltering......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is a pretty quiet day for me, i'll use it as a day for reflection. went to this show on sunday that was so awe inspiring, i wish camesha was here to share it with me, she is one person i know that would totally and completely appreciate the message. africa, africanism. i think i will write a piece on it hmmmmm......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i feel......to fly......cause i......am looking to the sky......and i can't lie........i.....am.....feeling......high.&lt;br /&gt;i am......a spiritual butterfly.....yes....with straightened hair but that don't make me any less........of an african heir......"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hum...i like, i'll work on that one more this evening. but ye this guy man he was so deep and evoked so many different emotions for me, too much to type, you would've had to be there, but i think the changes he has brought out in me will speak for themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trust is so important in any kind of relationship. nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe in myself and my capabilities, i just have to keep pressing onwards, looking to the sky and try to stay as fly as i possibly can, holla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more times......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-7058006419848933904?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7058006419848933904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=7058006419848933904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7058006419848933904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/7058006419848933904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-glad-i-have-nefertiti-in-my-life.html' title='i&apos;m glad i have Nefertiti in my life'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-1936796114239764387</id><published>2008-02-25T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T11:24:15.698-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='it&apos;s gonna be alright he&apos;s just using you the battle is not yours it&apos;s the Lord&apos;s............ - yolanda adams'/><title type='text'>so i could open up my mind</title><content type='html'>i feel so lucid, so weak, what is it that is draining me? what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so thankful for yet another week but i'm feeling so tired, tired and sleepy, how i wish i was snuggled in my bed right now.  didn't sleep well last night, are my thoughts keeping me awake? i can't run from my mind no matter how hard i try, forcing me to deal with things that i don't even want to deal with or think about. sigh. but i am giving thanks for my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it so hard with you? if they all only knew, you're no angel. and the blindfolds are coming off finally. i don't see me with you sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know everyone thinks their mother is the best and i guess i can see where they're coming from and all but i have to say my mother is so close to perfection it scares me. yes she is habitually late and claims she knows every single thing under the sun but other than that the things that matter to me, that i would want to come from a mother she has it in abundance. she is loving, kind, appreciative of any little thing, understanding, non-judgmental (which is important seeing the mistakes i've made, lol) she always gave me my room to be myself and to explore and she also trusted me from a young age, so that gave me a comfort of knowing i could come to her anytime about anything and just talk.  the things my mum and i talk about, hmmmm, her friends would probably be like "beverley i can't believe you let her say things like that to you" as if! stupes, too bouj if ya ask me. she is just down to earth man, she can hang and she's my kinda chick, straight up. and i love her.  she is probably the only person in the world i feel comfortable telling that i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do, i have problems saying those 3 words, and yes i may write on them, poems for days on love and the like, hey, i use my imagination. i imagine when i was in love a time, what it felt like and i put that to paper. i listen to my friends describe how they feel and i put that to paper. i look at life, at the world, people i bump in, chance upon, used to look at people on the train a lot, especially in the train station, trying to draw my energy from them.  i would get so many different emotions from just looking at a person or just listening. NY was my haven. trying to find that connection somewhere in bim. it's coming though.....i can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week was a tough week for me, but again i am thankful for my trials.  Lord, help me to rise above the past and look forward. if it be your will grant me the strength for perseverance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-1936796114239764387?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1936796114239764387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=1936796114239764387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1936796114239764387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1936796114239764387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-i-could-open-up-my-mind.html' title='so i could open up my mind'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-8541007233321751666</id><published>2008-02-18T04:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T00:19:15.807-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what would you do if i followed you......... - stone temple pilots'/><title type='text'>restless connections</title><content type='html'>i have the flu and it is driving me crazy. gotta give thanks though for the ability to fight it off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it has been proven, once you change your thoughts into more positive thoughts then things around you start to change. last week was so interesting for me, more job opportunities opened up, interviews and the like and now it's like i'm holding all the cards and it feels good. but the big decision comes tomorrow. which job should i take? one that will keep me on my career path? or one that would offer me more money? i know one shouldn't be driven by money but i have to think of my future shouldn't i? i don't know, my mother told me i should take it to God and that's what i'm gonna do. i'm super thankful though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i would love to spend a week by the beach. recently everything has become so confused. it's like i can't stop my mind, physically i'm tired but my mind won't go to sleep. has me up at night.....thinking. i need to find more relaxing ways to relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful though that i made it through another week. cheers to the one to come.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-8541007233321751666?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8541007233321751666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=8541007233321751666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/8541007233321751666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/8541007233321751666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/02/restless-connections.html' title='restless connections'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-6914180554324388997</id><published>2008-02-11T04:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T12:30:28.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='its bittersweet for me to know the fever&apos;s taking over the status of my fear soars i&apos;m waging a war a war in me........ -  kenna'/><title type='text'>i spy something with my little eye</title><content type='html'>we are all connected. in some form or fashion we are all woven together. i am meeting people with some of the same thought patterns and ideas as me, shoot, there goes my 'me being unique' frame of mind. but there are all good things. when you find someone you mesh well with and can sit down and create some thought provoking words and theories it's a beautiful thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harvest sunday at church yesterday was really nice. (my god-mother's cell phone went off in the middle of the sermon, what was that about?) but the reverend spoke of utilizing the gifts God has given us. the talents.  she said a lot of people can see their talent right a way but through laziness refuse to use it, where others are not looking or listening hard enough. got me to thinking....what is mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy is it hard to have good thoughts all the time, i am failing miserably where lent is concerned. last night i was trying to convince myself of the reasons i should try something different, like no meat or s'thing. but that's a quitters attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am so looking forward to lunch today, yummy, i laves laaaaves to eat. funny enough that is what i usually give up for lent, eating as much, cause i wouldn't be hungry but you could offer me anything i like and it's like "yes please!" gluttonous, stupes. work in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i've had a great morning and i am looking forward to a great afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-6914180554324388997?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6914180554324388997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=6914180554324388997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/6914180554324388997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/6914180554324388997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-spy-something-with-my-little-eye.html' title='i spy something with my little eye'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-761088767691516682</id><published>2008-02-08T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T18:22:05.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giving thanks for the life in me i&apos;m giving thanks......... - beres hammond'/><title type='text'>joyful joyful</title><content type='html'>GOD is GREAT!!!!!!! i am so thankful for everything!!!! for life, for food, clothing, shelter, the air i breathe, my mother, in fact my parents all three, lol, my animals, you, all my friends and family. every single thing that comes into my air i am thankful for. i am even thankful for my acne that is flaring up cause it means i am alive and have a face for acne to flare up on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for lent i decided to give up something that i find i fall into too easily sometimes. i decided to give up gossip, any bad-mindedness or bad thoughts i allowed myself to have, i am not going to get into any malicious talk with anyone or allow myself to use malicious words.....i just want to try to be as positive as i possibly can and spread that positivity so to speak. God is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been thankful for just about everything so far this wk, you name it i'm thankful for it, my dogs who keep going through the front gate and getting me madddddddd, i am giving thanks for them cause so far they have not been attacked by any other dogs nor have they attacked anyone but they need to learn tho. will work on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for my job and my ability to work and help people in different situations. and the possibilities that opened for me this week where my career is concerned. thank you God for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for my mother, i am in awe of her, she is probably the most non-judgmental and kind hearted person i have ever met and i'm not just saying that because she is my 'beavers' she just is......my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you. i am thankful for you and your patience with me. yes, i will work on my moods...my many moods..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thankful for so many things i could honestly sit here and go on and on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will just continue to give thanks and spread my joy to as much people as i can. life is too short, too precious to waste and i wanna stat living and listening more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for God is all there is and everything else is a lie. now i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more times......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-761088767691516682?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/761088767691516682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=761088767691516682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/761088767691516682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/761088767691516682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/02/joyful-joyful.html' title='joyful joyful'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-563469356332221609</id><published>2008-02-05T03:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T23:49:06.755-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selah and it means praise and meditation and then he came...... - lauryn hill'/><title type='text'>introspection</title><content type='html'>i think i've figured it out, i've been asking the wrong questions.  i need to stop asking God 'why' and start asking 'what'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you want me to do to be a better servant to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will begin tomorrow by giving thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-563469356332221609?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/563469356332221609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=563469356332221609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/563469356332221609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/563469356332221609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/02/introspection.html' title='introspection'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-5259411273536636462</id><published>2008-02-04T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T14:03:43.097-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passing me by........ - pharcyde'/><title type='text'>looking for an umbrella to stand under (ella ella)</title><content type='html'>ok i feel a lil better today, music and writing are two of the most stress relieving and relaxing exercises i can think of, i got a lot of that done this week-end, so now i feel better and i am hoping this mood carries on into the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to work from today, really enjoyed my time off, time for reflection. what am i doing here? i know i don't like it here, i just don't have the vibes with my co-workers as i had at my last job, that 'looking forward to go to work feeling', that passion and drive? gone. come back, i need it in order to exist here without losing my mind. sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hungry as usual, what should i eat? leftovers yummy! nothing beats food from the day before. i've been trying to stay a way from junkfood so far for the year, so kfc, chefette (i don't even know if that's how it's spelt) and any other junk around the place but chaaaa i would sink my teeth into a thigh from kfc just about now. i was never a chefette person, beef roti and that's it, but kfc wow wee! good stuff. so been yamming some greens (pffftttt) and much more fruit, which i love so that doesn't hurt as much and i drink nothing but water now for the past 4 yrs even though that can get so boring at times gosh, what i wouldn't do for a sprite. actually you know what i'll treat myself to a coke and two sprites today :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think my problem is that i don't know what i want. i left here with a plan - deviated of course. came back here with a plan and i think it's still in my suitcase and now i'm here. Here. i am trying to keep the faith and give thanks. i tell myself, maybe my dreams are taking so long to come to fruition cause the lord wants me to learn the art of patience. now i get it. i should look at the lesson in this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misconceptions. recently ppl have been getting the wrong idea, is it me? i've been asked why a lot. 'why' u did that? 'why' did u say that? 'why' did you think that? is it me? no matter how nice or genuine you try to be it always comes across in a negative way. frankly i am tired of trying. i know me and i know what i am about and that should be enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor tom brady, i'm sure he could use my shuolder to cry on just about now, congrats NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would love to open a dog santuary, i've been seeing so many homeless dogs on the road, skin and bones, looking for food in every corner they could find. it is so sad. i mean why have an animal, any animal if you're not going to care for it, it just makes no sense. i could never imagine mine wandering the streets starving. i wish there was more that i could do to help thes animals. maybe i should join a help group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gossip, stupes, if you haven't heard it from my mouth why believe it. don't you know me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sending love to my grandparents across the seas........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-5259411273536636462?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5259411273536636462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=5259411273536636462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5259411273536636462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5259411273536636462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/02/looking-for-umbrella-to-stand-under.html' title='looking for an umbrella to stand under (ella ella)'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-5739069419202940127</id><published>2008-02-02T02:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T22:22:00.458-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='give me sundays........ - meklit hadero'/><title type='text'>melancholy days</title><content type='html'>i feel, hum....i feel.....down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i miss NY so much it hurts, things made so much more sense there, things fell into place so easily, well most of the time and it's like here, i feel like i can't get it right. i try my best to fit in, why? i don't even know myself, i was so sure, so confident and now i feel stagnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss Jan and i wish she was still here, i guess she may be part of the reason i'm missing NY so much, even though i know she wishes she were here instead (disclaimer: yes yes she is Lucian and she still loves St. Lucia, plz don't disown her) but i guess as she says she finds 'peace' in Barbados.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....her peace is my, what's the word, unease i guess. like i am part of this puzzle, i know i am, i just can't find my position in the picture. i can't see where i should lay, where i should plant my seeds. man i wanna plant my seeds so badly, they're burning my hands but where?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel down. like a failure, this rat race is sucking me dry, everywhere i look i don't qualify anymore. am i reaching too high? i don't know. prayer. i gotta keep praying but sometimes my own faith fails me. i guess i'm not as strong as i thought i was. but i know i am beautifully made, i just don't believe it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will pick myself back up though and i will make it, and i will become all i envision myself becoming i just need to recognize HIS time is not my time so i will be patient and i will listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will listen openly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-5739069419202940127?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5739069419202940127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=5739069419202940127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5739069419202940127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/5739069419202940127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/02/melancholy-days.html' title='melancholy days'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-4349807322871793520</id><published>2008-01-21T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:36:26.768-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='what good do your words do if they can&apos;t understand you........ - erykah badu'/><title type='text'>Jan is so beautiful.......but she doesn't even know chaaa</title><content type='html'>errol barrow day, martin luther king day, what phenomenal men to celebrate today, from different worlds, different up-bringings, different families but both black, both passionate and having a drive for the empowerment of black people. FREEDOM! those were the times, sometimes when i read about them i feel as if i am right there, in the heart of everything marching, protesting, living change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, hmmmm, to get people together like that chasing one solid purpose? would never happen. we live in a society today whereby we do not look out for our neighbours. like if my neighbour's water is out and mine isn't well tough, it's only when mine goes out that i would be like people we have to do something! lights, camera, action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inaction. we are all guilty of it, i always convince myself that i want to make changes but my biggest fallacy is not knowing the actual changes i wanna make. not having a game plan. i want a game plan so bad but sometimes i feel so useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm proud to be black, proud to be alive to continue to see the fight through, proud to be a Barbadian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-4349807322871793520?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4349807322871793520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=4349807322871793520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/4349807322871793520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/4349807322871793520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2008/01/jan-is-so-beautifulbut-she-doesnt-even.html' title='Jan is so beautiful.......but she doesn&apos;t even know chaaa'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-1784719808926519366</id><published>2007-12-19T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T14:37:57.808-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mama ah got dreams........ - lil brother'/><title type='text'>i don't want what i haven't got</title><content type='html'>i'm feeling a lil down today  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i 'm working hard, i mean i really am, hustling, just hustling everyday doing different things for different people and organizations, finally in a work field that is somewhat rewarding and getting paid next to nothing, and most of the time it doesn't get me down but today i am feeling it.  especially when i look back at how i've lived my life and especially how independent i was for the past 3 yrs, not that i regret moving back but i just feel down. money, stupes, always about the green, this green paper, better yet green demon. and now i'm torn between making more money or staying in jobs i like. i don't know, i've prayed and i will just continue to seek God and guidance but i am down. on days like these i just feel to curl up in my bed alone with my teddy bear ziggy but i am here today and i have to talk to ppl and i have to socialize when i'm just not feeling it. these are the times my faith gets tested and i guess hey, i'm not as strong as i thought i was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men are something else, my best friend's dad had 2 minor heart attacks before he had the major one that ultimately took his life and he never told anyone and now my grandfather has had this pain in his back for the past two yrs and never said a word now, he has a hernia. i mean i just don't get it, i know he's getting old and his body will go through changes but when they are situations that u can have some control over and nothing is said man that bites me. i just don't understand. now he has to get surgery at his age 86. and now i'm here and not there to take care of him sigh. that was one of my fears of moving back to barbados, i was like supposed when i go something goes wrong with my grandparents. and everyone knows i have a soft spot for my grandfather. at first i was just so angry with him but i guess i just can't understand how it feels to be him and to become totally and completely dependent on others. i just wish he would've told at least me, we're close, at least i thought so and he couldn't even tell me :( but wah ya could do nah.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now jouvais. i got her spayed yesterday and now i don't even know if i made the right decision, even though i know its still early but she seems so lethargic and depressed. she's not eating and not moving, it's been yrs since i got a dog spayed so i can't even say i remember how they usually are but i hope by this evening she is in better spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sun is shining so brightly today but i feel as if a cloud is right over my head&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-1784719808926519366?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1784719808926519366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=1784719808926519366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1784719808926519366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/1784719808926519366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-dont-want-what-i-havent-got.html' title='i don&apos;t want what i haven&apos;t got'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-941164658837145360</id><published>2007-12-13T17:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T13:27:03.488-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the trick is to keep breathing....... - garbage.'/><title type='text'>i've been good all year, i swear</title><content type='html'>i read something today that made me think.........should i read more? hmmm, i don't like letting people get in my head, worked hard at mastering the art of not letting that happen, yet still....i'm curious. i will think on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy oh boy i can't wait to get my fish sandwich, can we say hungry? my usual morning grapefruit was a major disappointment (thanks auntie esther...for nothing!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my job is......not fulfilling, yes it is rewarding to be a counsellor and help people, i really do believe this is my life calling but still i don't know, the working environment gets me down i guess. but i have my 5 goals set for 2008 and i have to say i am stoked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. grow closer to God&lt;br /&gt;2. launch my business&lt;br /&gt;3. start my charity&lt;br /&gt;4. become more financially stable&lt;br /&gt;5. buy a car (which spills off from 4, hmmm or maybe i should incorporate that into 4 and find a 5th goal, hmmm will think on it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there you have it, i have the ground work laid for all of these goals i just have to execute them, easier said than done, one of my biggest weaknesses is that i get easily distracted, i mean so easy it's crazy. i could be like on this road headed to point B then i see some nice flowers along the way and go 'oh look at the pretty flowers' and get lost from there. i need more direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we quarreled today, so stupid, i am too zen for minor spats to be honest stupes. however, i will let it go. (let it go before it kills you......let it fall and fade away....just have fun and do what thrills you....please don't waste another day - Morcheeba)&lt;br /&gt;well said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so jouvais is getting spayed next wk and i am very worried, i lost two of my long time dogs this year and granted i have two new pups i've only had them since i moved back and jouvais well i've grown very attached to her. i will pray for her operation. i entered all 3 in this nation adorable pets competition and they didn't even place, are bajans blind???? i didn't even see one other dog that rivaled my cuties, needless to say i was fairly disturbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tick tock...still waiting on my sandwich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-941164658837145360?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/941164658837145360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=941164658837145360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/941164658837145360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/941164658837145360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2007/12/ive-been-good-all-year-i-swear.html' title='i&apos;ve been good all year, i swear'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-563564895038276063</id><published>2007-12-12T05:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T13:28:10.354-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the sweetest thing i&apos;ve ever known was like the kiss on a collarbone........... - lauryn hill'/><title type='text'>ponderisms</title><content type='html'>i am on the path of righteousness and it sure does feel good, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i must admit, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;miami&lt;/span&gt; was great! i guess the vibes were more positive this time so everything just seemed brighter, like it was a trip in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HD&lt;/span&gt;. the hardest part i guess was the getting on the plane part, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; been back and forth on planes my whole life and its so strange that now at this age i am developing a fear of flying. it's such an uncomfortable feeling, constantly worrying whether the plane will crash or not, sigh, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; working on it. i need to work on it especially if i wanna go to the UK, prayer will push me forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to church on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sunday&lt;/span&gt;, a good heart felt message always lends to a great week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; gonna get my dog &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;jouvais&lt;/span&gt; spayed next week and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; weary of this, she's a stray i took in like 4 yrs ago and she has never had to get any operations or anything but with two new pups in the yard, and one being her grandson i just don't want any incest-filled activities going on plus she's had two litters and i def think that is enough for her, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want her body getting worn out but still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; nervous........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:21 pm and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; had any lunch as well but i got a lot done at work today so that's a plus, i feel good about that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;christmas&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;barbados&lt;/span&gt; this year, feeling a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; low about that and i just found out that my grandfather has a hernia and has to have an operation, at his age dread, makes me sad. he is honestly one of the most important people in my life, right up there with my mother honestly and that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not there too makes me feel useless. but i know he's a trooper so he'll get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; this in time to see his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;yankees&lt;/span&gt; win the next world series. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; keep him in my prayers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have like 140 messages in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;hotmail&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;chk&lt;/span&gt;, i just hate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;chking&lt;/span&gt; email now no joke, if i can't tell that it is a personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;msg&lt;/span&gt; then it just sits there and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;accumulates&lt;/span&gt; yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; i open my inbox and see so many emails i get depressed cause i just don't wanna delete any either without reading them just in case. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;tonite&lt;/span&gt; during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;america's&lt;/span&gt; next top model finale i will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;chk&lt;/span&gt; it, if i can tear my eyes off the tube of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; starting to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;hungry&lt;/span&gt;, time to call dad :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-563564895038276063?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/563564895038276063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=563564895038276063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/563564895038276063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/563564895038276063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2007/12/ponderisms.html' title='ponderisms'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-3663024257058140116</id><published>2007-12-05T22:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T18:03:43.737-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black orange white and red dresses hanging off my bed.... - david garza'/><title type='text'>been a min........(well more like over a year but no one asked)</title><content type='html'>the problem with being imperfect is people still always expect you to perform at a perfect level, i mean, crazy yo, these people....i think they're aliens!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just looking back and totally realised &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; neglected this page, what! not cool, so now in my free time &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; do what i laves, LAVES to do most.......talk. (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lmao&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here at work waiting for my father, gosh the rain is pouring, this old man in here won't stop talking and i wanna go home. my two pups are at home missing their mommy and in need of some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tlc&lt;/span&gt;, don't worry babies, moms is on her way!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;, anything interesting happened today? not really, i have to say it was a lovely day, very quiet, no clients, i was able to work on my writing and my drawing, man oh man, still gotta ways to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guitar lessons was fun as usual, man, he's cute (what, i ain't blind!) and i officially learnt a song. now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alls&lt;/span&gt; i need to do is work on my own songs, i remember some years back i was talking about bringing out my album, what a lazy artist i am, when the people are calling me out, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hahaha&lt;/span&gt;, well not really but hey, they could be. has my singing voice improved since? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;....define improved :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fish i had today was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;splendiferous&lt;/span&gt;, i know i should feel bad for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;nemo&lt;/span&gt;, what with him losing his father and all but you taste so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;guuuud&lt;/span&gt;, wow-wee! y did i share it? note to self, be more selfish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breath mints? check!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;miami&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow, boring......i don't know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;miami&lt;/span&gt; just doesn't do it for me, or maybe i don't go to the right places when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; there. it's like so fake, i mean seriously, those are your boobs? ye, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; so sure and u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;have to&lt;/span&gt; drive everywhere, the last time i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;ws&lt;/span&gt; there i saw &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, one bus. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;c'est&lt;/span&gt; tout. NY now man oh man, culture for miles, i cud hop on the train, the 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, n, q (my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;) and just blaze to anywhere. go in the village, eat at spice (plugged!) and shop on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Broadway&lt;/span&gt;, spend money i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;shud&lt;/span&gt; save and catch a play, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;spoken&lt;/span&gt; word &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;nites&lt;/span&gt; at the cafe, reggae nights at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;belmont&lt;/span&gt;, sigh....i could go on and on. this is depressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, where is my father &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;? it's after 6.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-3663024257058140116?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3663024257058140116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=3663024257058140116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3663024257058140116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/3663024257058140116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2007/12/been-minwell-more-like-over-year-but-no.html' title='been a min........(well more like over a year but no one asked)'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-114582873419187502</id><published>2006-04-23T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T17:45:34.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>talk dirty (just listen)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;So it goes I suppose&lt;br /&gt;Trying to lose a shadow (stop stalking me)&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Ye right, nothing in life is easy (just be)&lt;br /&gt;It’s not safe to think anymore&lt;br /&gt;Feeling trapped in the constraints that exist&lt;br /&gt;Exist to maintain “order”&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously? Look around&lt;br /&gt;Corruption lives in my backyard (yours too)&lt;br /&gt;It breeds on the weak and insufferable&lt;br /&gt;Makes you rethink your mode of thinking&lt;br /&gt;Scars you, cause of your own inaction (lazy)&lt;br /&gt;Can’t hide the shame can you?&lt;br /&gt;Wear it like a tattoo (ye Sade said that too)&lt;br /&gt;Brain dead&lt;br /&gt;Uncommon senses, not accepted, deviating from the norm&lt;br /&gt;Listening, straining to hear life&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, so quiet yet I know, confusion lives on&lt;br /&gt;There’s more, more, more (who doesn’t want it)&lt;br /&gt;It brushes against my body, vapour&lt;br /&gt;A cold wind, a chill&lt;br /&gt;In this cosmically dynamic world&lt;br /&gt;There’s no such thing as a dead end&lt;br /&gt;The abyss of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Like, you just gotta keep walking&lt;br /&gt;Leaving perversion behind, the ugliness (no room)&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring it, it’s not yours to carry, don’t feel guilty&lt;br /&gt;The injustice and unrest, the hate&lt;br /&gt;Did you breed it? Was here in times before&lt;br /&gt;Will be here for time beyond&lt;br /&gt;Death is a cop out isn’t it?&lt;br /&gt;Persecuted for your thoughts, or lack or thinking&lt;br /&gt;It’s like, geez dude which is it?&lt;br /&gt;Indecisive&lt;br /&gt;In the end everyone has lost something (never regained)&lt;br /&gt;It’s like, we’re living so we could die older&lt;br /&gt;Accepting death indeed, but just not now, not yet&lt;br /&gt;Hustling for more, more stress and pain&lt;br /&gt;Happy moments too no doubt&lt;br /&gt;Yet more, taxes and bills some more (begging)&lt;br /&gt;Or whether I’ve made my contribution&lt;br /&gt;The humour of it all, really something&lt;br /&gt;Living so many lives, living lies&lt;br /&gt;Wasting time………&lt;br /&gt;Time never recovered, time mourned for&lt;br /&gt;Timeless&lt;br /&gt;What makes you so special?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you here?&lt;br /&gt;Who has the answers? (it might be out there)&lt;br /&gt;Be still&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it too might brush against your body, vapour&lt;br /&gt;A cold wind, a chill….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-114582873419187502?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/114582873419187502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=114582873419187502' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/114582873419187502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/114582873419187502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2006/04/talk-dirty-just-listen.html' title='talk dirty (just listen)'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-111902363825001422</id><published>2005-06-17T11:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T11:53:58.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>good deed gone bad</title><content type='html'>so i at lunch the other day and as i'm about to cross the street i see this man in a wheel chair holding a cup, i looked to my aunt and said "here's my good deed for the day" (i try to get in atleast one a day) so i pull out my purse and walk over to the guy, getting ready to put my dollar in the cup and the guy goes "huh?" when i look in de cup now de man got kolade in dere, u believe that, so i dere shame as ever, so i was like "oh my gosh so sorry" he aint homeless atall, and then he goes, "no, i'll take the money" and grab de dollar from my hand!!!!  all i cud do was walk long.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-111902363825001422?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/111902363825001422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=111902363825001422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/111902363825001422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/111902363825001422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-deed-gone-bad.html' title='good deed gone bad'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-111357340834736979</id><published>2005-04-15T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T09:56:48.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>last place</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Why can’t things be simpler? I mean, must there always be so much confusion and uncertainty? True, maybe having things handed on a silver platter all the time might indeed get a lil boring, true, there may be some things you would want handed on a gold platter, accompanied by a lovely gold spoon even. So then why can’t there be a balance, a little good and a little bad to keep the good in check. Am I missing something? I know I’ve got to be missing something. Maybe if I looked up at the sky, ya know, like what those people do before they get a brilliant idea, maybe that might work. Hum…….let me try. Nope, nothing so far, oh shoot, suppose I wasn’t looking up long enough, stupes, I can’t win. I remember in my younger days I couldn’t wait to be this age. I had so many damn plans and now as my birthdays come and go I feel as though I’m running out of time - time to do what though? I obviously not running out of time if I can spend said time looking up in the sky for something, stupes, so I just wasted time then, I can’t win. I remember I always used to feel as though I was running a race but with who though? I guess my friends, people around me, constantly looking at others and making comparisons, they’re always ahead. But then, ha! I developed multiple personalities so I was basically racing my other selves. Aren’t I the smart one? It’s amazing how you could have one personality around one person and then be a totally different person around another. How does one keep it up? I’m bedazzled everything I notice the switch. What is this invisible pressure that forces us to play this game of hide and seek constantly, geez, I already in a race and now this? I can’t win. But maybe I approaching it from the wrong angle though, maybe hmmmm, if I turn my head this way and….look up with my head tilted slightly, yeah, this way, so that now my left eye is closer to the………YUP! There it is, woohoo! I just received a brilliant idea (wow, my brain is faster than ADSL). I should probably stop worrying about my time, take a breather from this race and just accept the fact that somebody always has to be in last place. Hum……which personality will it be though? AHHHHH, I can’t decide….oh the pressure.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-111357340834736979?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/111357340834736979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=111357340834736979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/111357340834736979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/111357340834736979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-place.html' title='last place'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-111230132733154092</id><published>2005-03-31T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T16:35:27.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>these are the good things sandy did</title><content type='html'>On my way to work this morning, I was so late, now I see y my aunt likes to leave early, so I there reading my exotic thriller when this Puerto Rican guy and his girl come on de train, cool cool, nothing strange, until I hear him say the words bumbaclot, I was like eh???? Wah he just say, I start to laugh out loud, I know them ppl had to think something was wrong with me but I just found it so funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you bout this exotic tale by Noire that my cousin gave me to read de other day.  Now I don't usually read these books but the way I saw her getting on while reading it I have to say I was indeed, intrigued.  So I start reading de ting now, y de main character's name is Juicy???? And they got other characters like Flex, G (who is her man and owns a placed called G-Spot, the name of the book by the way), Macaroni, Pananae, Pluto and Moonie, just to name a few.  Now ya know from de time ya hear names like that ya can't really expect to be reading deep, thought-provoking stuff, nope straight hood, this book got me dying wid laughter more than anything else, I think I'll stay far away from erotic tales for a while, juicy! Pah, juicy fruit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-111230132733154092?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/111230132733154092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=111230132733154092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/111230132733154092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/111230132733154092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2005/03/these-are-good-things-sandy-did.html' title='these are the good things sandy did'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-111203802122559940</id><published>2005-03-28T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T15:27:01.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i enjoy being a girl better</title><content type='html'>So hear dis nonsense now, I get on de train de odda day, got on like 5 sweaters, a jacket, boots, socks, gloves, jeans, de works, cause I freezing, barely drawing up next to this woman to keep warm and just like that, la-de-da, this girl walks onto the train, short short skirt, ugg boots, and a sweater and proceeds to sit and talk and laugh with her friend, boy, it took me all the willpower of Jah not to go over there and knock her senseless, acting like it’s not below zero outside, the nerve!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wid dese trains ya cud always tell when there’s a bum in one of the carts, thing does b free and clear of ppl, not that I blame them, you know how poisonous those gases are? and de smell like it permeates the skin and it’s with u for days. So I just stay my from cart next door and watch as ppl step in and step out and then rush over to my cart and go like “DAAAAMMMMMNNNNN!!!!!” hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a few places since I been here, went to this lounge was really nice, totally looking forward to Sunday night guys.  Can’t wait to go somewhere and hear music that reminds me of home……..ahhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Watched that movie the other night, million dollar baby, what a wonderful film that was, nearly brought me to tears, and that girl, what’s her name again, am, Hilary Swank right, she’s tite!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could totally eat pizza every single day all day, honestly, it just does something to me, it gives me needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s so cold outside and to top it off it’s raining today, and I’m stuck here at work till after 5, stupes, hum…… I wonder if I concentrated really hard and just tried, if I could jus click my heels and get home, oh man, I forgot, I didn’t walk with my red heels today, chaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-111203802122559940?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/111203802122559940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=111203802122559940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/111203802122559940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/111203802122559940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-enjoy-being-girl-better_28.html' title='i enjoy being a girl better'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-110783740972122160</id><published>2005-02-08T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T01:03:45.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>so who is doing who?</title><content type='html'>some ppl are so retarded hear, so today i goin up bet hill and like there's this man to my right that i could let out if i so desired but i was in the flow of my drive and i really didn't feel to, so anyways i drive and gone long bout my business and all of a sudden de man appears beside me, and this follows:&lt;br /&gt;man - "you know how to change a tire?"&lt;br /&gt;me - (with a rather bewildered look) "no"&lt;br /&gt;man - "ha, i glad das wah u get for not letting me out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then speeds and goes on his merry way. in one word "BERR!!!!" ya gotta see the crack and leave the crack hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think everybody that went to carnival is a total loser, hum.....i wonder if any of them contributed to the tsunami fund instead of flying all over the c'bean wukkin-up! (however, secretly i wish i was there wukkn-up as well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-110783740972122160?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/110783740972122160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=110783740972122160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/110783740972122160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/110783740972122160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-who-is-doing-who.html' title='so who is doing who?'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-110731928701171654</id><published>2005-02-02T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T00:46:37.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>is that all there is?</title><content type='html'>so y would i have a dream about the great brian lara kidnapping me along with 8 other ppl and then killing us one by one? isn't that just like the weirdest thing? even though i would have to admit there is something rather exciting about the thought of being kidnapped by him.....he's interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the weather down here is just doing its own ting nowadays boy, barely but wukking-up in me, tell me y as a youth in the c'bean i would be wearing socks in bed nah? socks as well as being under a comforter and got de sheet all up under my chin and huddling in a corner of my bed, hehe, cold as wah outside boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so carnival is here and everyone is talking bout it all over their stupid faces, like hello, some of us are trying to read our bibles over here!!!!! geez, i hope they know that jesus can c ya in t'dad, so ef i were them i would go over there and just clap my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what will i do tomorrow nah? boy i smell excitement coming up, wake-up, shit (lol, i could hear my mother laffing at that one all now) and watch tv, fun fun fun, i need ajob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's a joke: what's green and smells like pork? kermit's finger. ha. i kill me!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i miss my jammy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-110731928701171654?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/110731928701171654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=110731928701171654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/110731928701171654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/110731928701171654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2005/02/is-that-all-there-is.html' title='is that all there is?'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-110281558973106688</id><published>2004-12-12T01:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:39:49.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>of all the houses in this town you chose mine </title><content type='html'>trust me to have a grasshopper with an identity crisis.  why is it that for the passt week we have had a freaking grasshopper in the house, moving from room to room mekking de world of noise.   Grasshopper - jumping and chirping insect of sub-order Saltatoria.........soooooooooo, why are u in my house?????  shouldn't u be like outside being eaten by a frog or something, aren't the knicks or somebody playing, gosh go outside man.  you may wonder y i don't just kill it.  well, this answer is threefold, (1) why kill one of gods creatures  (2) green used to be my favourite colour and (3) i am so completely scared of the thing dread, i mean cause it could like totally pounce on my at any given time rite and that ain't cool.  so yes, i am a prisoner to the hopper :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-110281558973106688?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/110281558973106688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=110281558973106688' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/110281558973106688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/110281558973106688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2004/12/of-all-houses-in-this-town-you-chose.html' title='of all the houses in this town you chose mine '/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-110187922091586959</id><published>2004-12-01T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T01:33:40.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>black boys on mopeds</title><content type='html'>now i am telling you, if i don't get these puppies outta here i am gonna blow something!!!!!! where i get these devil pups from i don't know but if by thursday dem ain't get no owners i sorry but is de streets fa dem, yeah man, you doubt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile "ele" was sweet den, i mean, i had a ball, had on ma dancing gym shoes, exercised before ah left home so i was ready like freddy, and my man ele, didn't disppoint, went wid melly, shelly and ally, sorry kelly ain't mek ele, but maybe next toss, but it was great, for shitey my whitey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how cold is outside nowadays though, maybe santa claus is coming to the caribbean this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinead o'connor's music so does it for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-110187922091586959?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/110187922091586959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=110187922091586959' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/110187922091586959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/110187922091586959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2004/11/black-boys-on-mopeds.html' title='black boys on mopeds'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7994050.post-110144628776603199</id><published>2004-11-26T05:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T01:18:07.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not the size that matters</title><content type='html'>trust mel to be doing a promotion where she encounters a securtiy guard from hell.  hear tune, so this man keep talking and talking to mel, before  she tell him from the start that "hey dude, u know what, i'm not interested ya know" she keep on talking back and smiling sweetly, so when he come today and reason he wanna borrow some money to buy some books y is she surprized???? de man basically think wunna is friends and what do friends do for each other, help them out when they need a hand duh!!!! so now when she says no, de man get vex vex ya know, lol, talking bout, and i quote "wait, y u gein on so, u like u is one a dem sorta girls ya"  (when i hear this i deading ya know, cause she doing his voice real good) "i gun leff u alone boah" LOLOLOL.  so now later on in de day after he done tell her he done comin round her cause she like she weird he gan still approach her and ask and i quote again "wah wrong wid you that u watching me?  everytime everytime i look up i c you staring at me!" people, u would have to hear mel doing his voice to really get it, it is so funny that just typing bout it bringing tears to me eyes, the world is made up of many types..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in related news, so i gone to the laundry today cause ya know with this weather risking putting ya clothes on de line a a no no, so see me walking up supercentre stairs now n dese fellas at de top of de stairs gan reason "wait, ya mean ya can't clean, cook and now ya can't wash?".  so in my lil voice i reason, "like hello, have u SEEN the weather recently, i can't get anything done" and they're like yeah waeva we ain't hearing u, ya can't wash plain n simple, n then it hit me, i don't know these ppl, y am i hear talking to them in the beginning, gotta go back on my medication ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bout these puppies from hell, i swear i gan give one of dem a choke slam sometime soon ya know, it's like they think i'm they're bitch, which i can't blame them for cause eveytime they cry i does b running outside, but now they taking it to another level, and oh baby, it's on!!!!  crying crying if they want attention, crying if they want to be moved, crying so that i could come running out n then they get in their lil corner and laff at me, but you wait boy, i got a lil something planned called kitty cat!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7994050-110144628776603199?l=maaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/feeds/110144628776603199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7994050&amp;postID=110144628776603199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/110144628776603199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7994050/posts/default/110144628776603199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maaga.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-not-size-that-matters.html' title='it&apos;s not the size that matters'/><author><name>maaga.....</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12179112597918435258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g5Hmruex2f8/SQdqsZNbMBI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ZcmxZI3gCDQ/S220/IMG_2027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
