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/><category term="about me" /><category term="dates" /><category term="queen" /><category term="poetry" /><category term="DATING" /><category term="men" /><category term="pastor" /><category term="generation" /><category term="love" /><category term="breaks" /><category term="black Hair Care" /><category term="pick up lines" /><category term="text messages" /><title>Through The Eyes of Andrea</title><subtitle type="html">My insights on Love and Life</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://youngbelizeanlady.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://youngbelizeanlady.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377159080385099214/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>YoungBelizeanLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857877377010409513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JPOSkfRjcI/Sv-t4tdNWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pk_aaNg4mWI/S220/8326_1170546496949_1026570540_30491630_5337462_n.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ThroughTheEyesOfAndrea" /><feedburner:info uri="throughtheeyesofandrea" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUCQHk7cCp7ImA9Wx9bEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377159080385099214.post-5299939813271824078</id><published>2011-02-19T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T23:34:21.708-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-19T23:34:21.708-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life" /><title>Like a box of chocolates</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://youngbelizeanlady.blogspot.com/feeds/5299939813271824078/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://youngbelizeanlady.blogspot.com/2011/02/like-box-of-chocolates.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377159080385099214/posts/default/5299939813271824078?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377159080385099214/posts/default/5299939813271824078?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThroughTheEyesOfAndrea/~3/4f8GyKjbtY0/like-box-of-chocolates.html" title="Like a box of chocolates" /><author><name>YoungBelizeanLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857877377010409513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JPOSkfRjcI/Sv-t4tdNWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pk_aaNg4mWI/S220/8326_1170546496949_1026570540_30491630_5337462_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Life is so....interesting. The way things unfold can be so unexpected, but can provide a much better outcome compared to what was originally planned. As I reflect back on last year and return to the present, there are a things that occurred that I did not expect to happen. Many events blind sided me all at one time, particularly at the end of the year. There was an intense mixture of pain, 
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This year is moving extremely fast! One minute its January and the next, its almost June. It truly amazes me how things happen so quickly.
Any who, I've just finished my first week of summer vacation, and it hasn't seem like much of a vacation. I've been so busy running errands and having meetings, basically resembling the schedule I had while I in school. Oh, and thats the reason why my blog 
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I refuse to be a bug a boo. The idea of ever being one, makes my skin crawl. See, I treat others as I like to be treated and one thing I despised is being excessively bothered. I do not like people all in my face all the time, or constantly calling my cell non-stop. I enjoy my alone time, and at times, I just want to be left alone.
Since this is the way that I feel, I like to give others their 
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You know that smile you get from the core of your body. I mean you can feel it making its way to your lips. And no matter how bad your day was, that happy feeling is still there. I swear I am not talking about something that is imaginary. This isn't the tooth fairy, or the leprechaun with a pot of gold, this is a true situation.
Aside from family and friends that are darn near like family, this
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Yes I am late on posting this, but hear me out. I'm trying to enjoy the last of my winter break before going back to school, and my laptop is out of commission- so I have to bust a mission to go online. Okay, it’s not so much of a mission to use my mom's desktop, but I prefer typing on my computer.
Any who, I hope all of you had a wonderful holiday season. I know tough times made it hard to 
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This my style ring right here, very simple, with so much meaning 


I have been thinking about my wedding day for a long time, and though I would like to marry a man with his own opinions, I hope he lets me run free with planning our day. I have just about every detail of the wedding planned out, I mean ask me anything and I can give you an answer, except who the groom will be. In this blog, I'm
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One thing I can do is hold on to some emotions for someone. More than just hold on, but allow it to alter the rhythm of my path. A decision I clearly decided on. Maybe I think too much, but I do think, and the more I go over the situation I wonder...where are things going? 
Although he expressed himself to me, and I have done the same...where are things going, both of us wanting different 
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In my opinion its not hard to be sexy and fly. I feel like its a state a mind, and once you find your sexy, you can appeal to others. But, being sexy is so much more sexual than an appreciation of beauty. I would honestly prefer to find a man who finds me to be a beautiful woman inside and out, than just sexy. Its not hard to find a sexy woman, they are every where. Considering how women out 
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Remember back in the day, men used to say, "yea that's my ol' lady" or when dudes would say, "that's my girl/woman". When if labeling a promiscuous girl, people would used the term, "fast".
Can someone tell me what happened? Every time I read a status update on my messenger, twitter, facebook, and surprisingly myspace, there are men ( I use this term loosely) generalizing and calling at women
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How about you point that finger back at yourself?



There is a lot to be said about this matter, as everyone has gone in on this topic. The brotha over at the blog named, Very Smart Brothas, wrote a nice little piece. I made a comment on their post, "Cage That Tiger, Tiger", which I will copy below. I could go on ranting about this topic, but why. Damn Tiger....Good Luck
Like others have 
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I swear sometimes I want to back hand some of the people in my generation. I just don't understand some of the trends they so call themselves doing. Its not attractive! I was reading a blog and a young lady posted this comment on an entry.
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I'm sure everyone in the blogosphere has talked about this, and so I must add my $0.02 cents. Quiet honestly, you are attracted to who you are attracted to, and any type of love between two people, in my opinion is beautiful.
What does irk me, when it comes to interracial dating, is when its done on a misconception and generalization of an entire race. Example, a Black man saying, " I don't 
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I know milk does a body good, but DAMN, how much you been drinking?
Pick up lines are classic, I think they are mostly used for humor now a days. To get a reaction, break the ice, then start a conversation. I know I've used some on guys, in attempts to make them smile, then proceed with a little flirting. Works like a charm since they don't really expect it. So the homeboy, Damion Dunn, has a 
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Ever had someone in your life you just really cared about. I mean loved from the bottom of your heart. Like this person could have been like your brother, sister, or maybe had husband/wife potential, but you two had a major falling out. Not over a small problem like a disagreement on whose the smartest or someone owing the other money. I mean a major falling out. The kind that cut you deep, 
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If I play my cards right, I can get the gist of my studying done in time to actually see the tantalizing lights of a club. As a college student this day normally falls on a Thursday due to the fact that I do not have classes on Friday. However, this does not mean every Thursday night is party night, a sistah got thangs to do.But when I 
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Realize every guy isn't your prince charming: Young ladies really need to be careful when it comes to proclaiming love. Especially if she has only known a guy for only a few weeks. It takes time to get to know people. Yea Mister Man seems so wonderful at first, he may be "hubby" material, but there is a lot more to learn about him
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I'm going to beat the person the programed the McAfee Security program, it pops up and bings, asking if I want to renew. It gives me two options, "renew now" or "remind me later". Truth be told, I would prefer the option "not interested".
Anywho, when the world is asleep and I am awake, my brain goes on overdrive. I sit in my room, no music, 
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Love is such a beautiful thing, in my eyes. A strong relationship that has real love can be almost unbreakable, leading to hopefully a long lasting marriage. However, strong relationships don't just happen. They take time. My cousin put it best, "If you are going to get married, you should be marrying your best friend". This person shouldn't be like your best friend, this person is your best 
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So how does this relate to men, you ask. Well, it does in many different aspects. I feel that some men, need to
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Anyone who seen or knows me in person, knows how much I love to dance. You can catch me dancing with or without music. In the cafe at school, in the back office, in class, walking to my dorm, or simple just standing in line. I LOVE dancing. Its a way for me to wind down, or up, and just have a little fun. I could dance with my friends, by myself, or some random dude in the club; it doesn't 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TiP6urxcu9gufY7NED2yrYyJwMI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/TiP6urxcu9gufY7NED2yrYyJwMI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ThroughTheEyesOfAndrea/~4/neKjQa0l4X4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://youngbelizeanlady.blogspot.com/2009/12/current-sound-track.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4FSXczfCp7ImA9WxJTEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6377159080385099214.post-6340877156042840728</id><published>2009-04-20T02:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T05:01:58.984-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-20T05:01:58.984-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="break-ups" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships" /><title>Let's hang out?!</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://youngbelizeanlady.blogspot.com/feeds/6340877156042840728/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://youngbelizeanlady.blogspot.com/2009/04/lets-hang-out.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377159080385099214/posts/default/6340877156042840728?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6377159080385099214/posts/default/6340877156042840728?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ThroughTheEyesOfAndrea/~3/hE1Jze40ntQ/lets-hang-out.html" title="Let's hang out?!" /><author><name>YoungBelizeanLady</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00857877377010409513</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8JPOSkfRjcI/Sv-t4tdNWAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/pk_aaNg4mWI/S220/8326_1170546496949_1026570540_30491630_5337462_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">When my ex asked me this question, I should have said NO.Before I proceed let's rewind, remember that post titled, "Men with Woman Like Tendencies". Well, I am referring to the guy I mentioned in that post. Although I had known this guy for a while, we didn't really get to the nitty gritty of things until we started dating. While we were dating, I could tolerate some of his interesting behaviors.
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