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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AjOpyX2JUPsZ-cFkyPWM2eh8BYQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AjOpyX2JUPsZ-cFkyPWM2eh8BYQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AjOpyX2JUPsZ-cFkyPWM2eh8BYQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/AjOpyX2JUPsZ-cFkyPWM2eh8BYQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;When I was a teenager, I had this stringent list of what my ideal man should be: handsome, well-off, caring, understanding, God-fearing, intelligent – I could have gone on and on then about what qualities my partner should have. However, as I grew older, I realized that I could never really find a real person who met all these sterling qualities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I began building my-ideal-man-list at age 20 and recently I made a revised version, while I was doing that I decided to make a sample list of what it would look like as my age increases.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;“MY IDEAL MAN CHECKLIST”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;WHAT I WANT IN A MAN, ORIGINAL LIST (AGE 20):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Handsome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;Charming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;A caring listener&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Witty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In good shape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Dresses with style&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Appreciates fine things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Full of thoughtful surprises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;An imaginative, romantic lover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l1 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;WHAT I WANT IN A MAN, REVISED LIST (AGE 24):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-indent: 2.25pt;"&gt;1.Nice looking (prefer hair on his head)&lt;br /&gt;
2. Loves God&lt;br /&gt;
3. Has enough money to survive&lt;br /&gt;
4. Listens , but talks when I have little to say&lt;br /&gt;
5. Laughs at my silly jokes&lt;br /&gt;
6. Imaginative and has a goal in life&lt;br /&gt;
7. Looks good in anything he wears&lt;br /&gt;
8. Appreciates a good home-cooked meal&lt;br /&gt;
9. Remembers birthdays and anniversaries&lt;br /&gt;
10. Seeks romance more than once in a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in; text-indent: 2.25pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;WHAT I WANT IN A MAN, ASSUMED LIST(AGE 30):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nice looking(In a matured way)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Loves God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Not money driven but comfortable&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Balance between talking and listening&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Reminds me of a joke I once told&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Owns at least one tie or shirt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Should be able to cook at least some eggs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Goes on Vacations and trips with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;9.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Doesn’t drive off until I’m in the car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo2; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;10.&lt;span style="font-size: 7pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Seeks romance at least once a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="margin-left: .75in; mso-add-space: auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;WHAT I WANT IN A MAN, ASSUMED LIST (AGE 40):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;1. Not too ugly (bald head OK)&lt;br /&gt;
2. Loves God&lt;br /&gt;
3. Splurges on dinner out occasionally&lt;br /&gt;
4. Nods head when I’m talking&lt;br /&gt;
5. Usually remembers&amp;nbsp;punch lines&amp;nbsp;of my silly jokes&lt;br /&gt;
6. Is in good enough shape to rearrange the furniture&lt;br /&gt;
7. Wears a shirt that covers his stomach&lt;br /&gt;
8. Knows what to buy in a grocery shop&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;9. Remembers to put the toilet seat down&lt;br /&gt;
10. Still wants to watch Movies with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; margin-left: .5in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;WHAT I WANT IN A MAN, ASSUMED LIST (AGE 50):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;1. Keeps neat hair (Unless bald)&lt;br /&gt;
2. Loves God&lt;br /&gt;
3. Doesn’t belch or scratch in public&lt;br /&gt;
4. Doesn’t nod off to sleep when I’m venting&lt;br /&gt;
5. Doesn’t re-tell the same joke too many times&lt;br /&gt;
6. Is in good enough shape to get off couch on weekends&lt;br /&gt;
7. Usually wears underwear&lt;br /&gt;
8. Appreciates a good TV dinner&lt;br /&gt;
9. Remembers my name on occasion&lt;br /&gt;
10. Shaves his beard sometimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;WHAT I WANT IN A MAN, ASSUMED LIST (AGE 60):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;1. Doesn’t scare small children&lt;br /&gt;
2. Remembers where bathroom is&lt;br /&gt;
3. Rem&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=758629877518732955&amp;amp;postID=3123129590869363931" name="_GoBack"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;embers who God is&lt;br /&gt;
4. Only snores lightly when asleep&lt;br /&gt;
5. Remembers why he’s laughing&lt;br /&gt;
6. Is in good enough shape to stand up by himself&lt;br /&gt;
7. Usually wears clothes&lt;br /&gt;
8. Likes soft foods&lt;br /&gt;
9. Remembers where he left his teeth&lt;br /&gt;
10. Remembers that it’s the weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;WHAT I WANT IN A MAN, ASSUMED LIST (AGE 70):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;1. Breathing&lt;br /&gt;
2. Doesn’t miss the toilet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: .5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;As funny as this might be, it is true” as you grow older, your original list of ‘requirements’ for an ideal man are revised. Now, all I am looking for in an ideal man is one who can be both a best friend and a partner in life, and someone who will love me as unconditionally as I love him. And what about you? What’s your perfect checklist?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Yesterday night I had a dream that I was pregnant OMG….No way that is happening now (Hehehe it was all a dream anyway so). That probably happened because I was talking to a friend before I went to bed about children, so it is true what they say ‘be careful what you think of or say before you go to bed or they might just be your dreams’. Don’t get me wrong I want and love children but not enough to have them now when I'm not done with school or even have 7 of them...That will be overdoing the gift of God’s Union. When I was young we had this neighbour who had 11 children 0_0 (Haba…that one is too much abeg). Bottom line is this - Pregnancy does not appear on people like that, &amp;nbsp;so as always dreams can be silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFbbCB4q-k4/T0zXp92FSWI/AAAAAAAAATI/Zh3gdLH3dyQ/s1600/pregnant_1728165c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rFbbCB4q-k4/T0zXp92FSWI/AAAAAAAAATI/Zh3gdLH3dyQ/s320/pregnant_1728165c.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In case you want to know, I’m in a boring class typing this. If you are busy sitting there questioning how good a student I am then you must not have heard that all work and no play makes JILL a dull girl. My Lecturer is sick so why waste time by having stray thoughts and pointless fantasies. Yes I do have pointless fantasies, like how I want to be ‘wonder woman’ for a day and if I would actually look good in her costumes. Such a Childish Fantasy in a healthy soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Something happened to me today on my way to school. I was halfway in the bus when I realized I had the wrong side of my clothes on, today was the day that God had to teach why I had to appreciate winter and the goodness of winter coats. I was about fishing for my bus fare when I realized that my long sleeve top was turned inside out, I closed my jacket immediately and when I got to school I hurriedly went to the restroom to change it. Truthfully it would have been the most embarrassing day for me if I had found out in the Hospital with loads of other students there. &amp;nbsp;Just so you know I was studying Roman 8:28 today in my bible and it says ‘And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to his purpose’. In case you are wondering what that has got to do with what happened today , well God has taught me that there is nothing too little to be grateful for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So February is ending tomorrow, Yay!! I want this year to run as fast as it can and I wouldn’t even mind it flying. I see so much happiness ahead of me that I can’t wait to grab it all. Life is so beautiful believe me, never think otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yes, things wouldn’t all be smooth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yes, we might not always get what we want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But the moment you learn to walk towards the light at the end of the tunnel, from that very moment you begin to create your own happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GI2ClK5SjEU/T0zans_mPRI/AAAAAAAAATg/Hdsx0FNlV4Q/s1600/Woohoo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="118" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GI2ClK5SjEU/T0zans_mPRI/AAAAAAAAATg/Hdsx0FNlV4Q/s320/Woohoo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;A friend once said that words can be created out of nothing and that every word exists if you want it to (Yeah I know, so not true otherwise we would all have our own dictionaries). Anyways I’m going say this- HUGZISS* for all those who have brought happiness to my life!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;*Blending of Hugz and Kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-1058022007751059949?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/7qrUh_jPn2Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/1058022007751059949/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/untitled-moents.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/1058022007751059949?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/1058022007751059949?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/7qrUh_jPn2Q/untitled-moents.html" title="Untitled Moments" /><author><name>Dekky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545363707631856387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aiXivLAlVY/TyrUalBdVwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Km4Bd77kDFY/s220/Picture%2B16.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p9pqRJ1QKZo/T0zXgQHwhII/AAAAAAAAATA/WvmHkMw6Oow/s72-c/a.aaa-I-Hate-School.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/untitled-moents.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cNSX47eCp7ImA9WhVTFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-8272653173005775561</id><published>2012-02-27T17:57:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T18:04:58.000+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-28T18:04:58.000+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Song" /><title>Asa Lyrics- Be my Man</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;My mama used to tell me girl it ain't that cool&lt;br /&gt;
To see a man you love&lt;br /&gt;
And start to act the fool&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me what's a girl in love supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;
Tonight, I'm breaking mama's rule&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Baby there's alot of thing's I want to say&lt;br /&gt;
I'm in love with you its driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;
I know am sounding stupid but is it ok&lt;br /&gt;
To be your woman everyday&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you will be my man&lt;br /&gt;
And I will be&lt;br /&gt;
Your woman everyday&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ooh baby we can take a walk around the park&lt;br /&gt;
And I can cook you dinner, it won't be so bad&lt;br /&gt;
Or we can laugh and talk about the friends you've had&lt;br /&gt;
And all the ones that made me mad&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ooh baby baby, we can stay up all night&lt;br /&gt;
We can argue, we can even start a fight&lt;br /&gt;
And I can laugh and say i love the way you smile&lt;br /&gt;
and everything will be just fine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You will be my man&lt;br /&gt;
And I will be&lt;br /&gt;
Your woman every day.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tell me how many women shall their dreams come to past&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me how many movies turn out real&lt;br /&gt;
There are so many questions&lt;br /&gt;
Questions how hard to ask&lt;br /&gt;
So you can understand exactly how I feel&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me how many people wish they were someone else&lt;br /&gt;
Someone that think the world wants them to be&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me how many babies will be born just to die&lt;br /&gt;
Leaving me with these questions&lt;br /&gt;
Asking why&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me how the trees whisper&lt;br /&gt;
How the birds learn to sing&lt;br /&gt;
And how does the rainbow stay the same&lt;br /&gt;
How the bees make their honey&lt;br /&gt;
How do they learn to sting&lt;br /&gt;
Can a broken heart get back to heal&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How do people get so busy they dont find time to love&lt;br /&gt;
What's the truth behind why people go to war&lt;br /&gt;
Why is it so many religions yet there's so little to love&lt;br /&gt;
Will I ever get to know the truth some day&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When the youth's gonna dare - where's the elder who really cares&lt;br /&gt;
Why do people believe things they know arent true&lt;br /&gt;
When you look into the mirror who do you see&lt;br /&gt;
Why do we have to grow to be wise&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/questions_lyrics_asa.html&lt;br /&gt;
All about Asa: http://www.musictory.com/music/Asa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-4072385581463814903?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/j5R64lpaAeg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/4072385581463814903/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/asa-lyrics-questions.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/4072385581463814903?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/4072385581463814903?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/j5R64lpaAeg/asa-lyrics-questions.html" title="Asa Lyrics- Questions" /><author><name>Dekky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545363707631856387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aiXivLAlVY/TyrUalBdVwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Km4Bd77kDFY/s220/Picture%2B16.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/asa-lyrics-questions.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QNRXg7cCp7ImA9WhVTEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-8496812422625135079</id><published>2012-02-26T20:00:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T20:03:14.608+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-26T20:03:14.608+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love and relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Is Love really enough?</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OczcWWj7ugUul_WHRdCdAZHB3JI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OczcWWj7ugUul_WHRdCdAZHB3JI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Recently I heard Patty Smyth’s song, “Sometimes Love Just Ain’t Enough” and it’s one of the most common problems in relationships around me. I hear people all the time are still together because they’re in love but for all the wrong reasons. It’s hard to let someone go because the feelings are so strong that it seems impossible to let go, &amp;nbsp;but in relationships &amp;nbsp;love is not the only component. I think it’s a huge reason why so many people get divorced because all the other components are unstable and uncertain. Before I get into any relationships I always ask myself do I have common interests, values and support beyond love with this person? Because if we do, I believe we have a greater likelihood of a long-term relationship and connectivity than if we have love alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; When I was young (small-young, not just younger-than-now), I remember encountering this same statement &amp;nbsp;“sometimes, love isn’t enough.” And being young, I thought this was a very stupid thing to say. After all, “love” was supposed to be a very important thing and I couldn’t see how it could fall short. This was that period in my life when I was reminded from time to time that I love my brother, even when I was pretty sure I didn’t because he &amp;nbsp;broke that really cool Lego part with the funky angle bit. And if love was stronger than Lego-rage, then how could it ever not be enough? The truth is If&amp;nbsp;love was the only requirement for relationship survival, divorce rate would be near 0%. In fact, if only love was needed to sustain a long-term relationship, couples would never have arguments. Facing the truth, sometimes Love isn’t just enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Relationships are hard. They take work.&amp;nbsp;In essence, you should not only love the person you're with, but also be willing to meet them halfway on sacrifices and compromises, and all of those other things that are needed for optimal relationship survival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Does love conquer all?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Does love heal?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I am certain that love helps, especially when you find the person who is the missing piece to your puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I’ve dreamed of the man I’d want to be with forever:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Strong, smart, kind, tender and romantic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;But you know what? I got better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;My groom loved me before I even met him,&lt;br /&gt;
committing himself to me on that special memorable day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;When they drilled a nine inches nail down his hands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Savoring the pungent smell of Sour Vinegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;He didn’t know I would say I do,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;But he kept saying I love you&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing we are two halves of the same soul,&lt;br /&gt;
happily bound together by a united, everlasting love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;A love worth dying for…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;He said he would come back for me&lt;br /&gt;
He wrote 66 books to me, just for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;66 books with priceless love notes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Whispering to me that the best is yet to come--&lt;br /&gt;
Beautiful tomorrows filled with even more happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;An unending source of indescribable pleasure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Yes, Pleasure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;How then can I trade that for persistent lies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Lies from tempting suitors, offering nothing for something&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Talking of how the love of my life may never come back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Laughing and ranting about how stupid I look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Seating at the door step in my Spotless white dress&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Get this, I look beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Just the way he would like to see me on our wedding day..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I can almost picture it….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Me walking down the golden aisle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Swaying to the melody of angelic voices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;As they sing our song..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;A perfect wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;A perfect Groom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;A Bride fit for a King&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love bob's songs. No woman no cry and I shot the sheriff is one of my Favorite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvWKkK8lggE/Tz4QYqOUnVI/AAAAAAAAASk/RSUgSlq5LPs/s1600/bob-marley-happy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvWKkK8lggE/Tz4QYqOUnVI/AAAAAAAAASk/RSUgSlq5LPs/s320/bob-marley-happy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I was younger I never really understood what the song “I shot the Sheriff” meant but now I’m going to try to break down the way I understand it. The beauty of this song is that the lyrics can be looked at it many different ways, and can also be interpreted differently depending on the person who is interpreting it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uyi78iHGPrM/Tz4QfgAM2JI/AAAAAAAAASs/wtzXexa_ZgU/s1600/bob-marley.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uyi78iHGPrM/Tz4QfgAM2JI/AAAAAAAAASs/wtzXexa_ZgU/s1600/bob-marley.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The song, like many Bob Marley’s songs is about Injustice. I doubt this song is entirely about cannabis as a lot of people think. I'm sorry to be really annoying, but Bob Marley was about MUCH MORE than just marijuana. It drives me nuts when people think he was some sort of drug legalization crusader.&amp;nbsp; We are talking about a man that received recognition from the UN for moving peace in Africa and fighting for the rights of all people.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, not every word of the song should be taken literally. To me, this song is referring to the blatant injustice that went/goes on in the world. The entire shooting of sheriff brown is a representation of the corruption in the police force/government, especially against minorities. Sheriff Brown had been trying to kill him, so he had to defend himself, but in the end was convicted of murder of the Deputy too - blatant injustice. I think the name John Brown is an ambiguous name, I don't think he is/was a real person. It just represents the prejudice of the government at the time of the release of the song. Remember, Marley's stuff was very political and social in nature. That’s just my opinion anyway.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS: Eric Clapton's version is good, but Bob Marley's original goes straight for the heart and gut.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://3.gvt0.com/vi/SSIRAmwmBks/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SSIRAmwmBks&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SSIRAmwmBks&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.&lt;br /&gt;
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All around in my home town&lt;br /&gt;
they’re trying to track me down.&lt;br /&gt;
They say they want to bring me in guilty&lt;br /&gt;
For the killing of a deputy,&lt;br /&gt;
For the life of a deputy.&lt;br /&gt;
But I say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense.&lt;br /&gt;
I shot the sheriff, and they say it is a capital offense.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sheriff John Brown always hated me;&lt;br /&gt;
For what I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;
Every time that I plant a seed&lt;br /&gt;
He said, "Kill it before it grows."&lt;br /&gt;
He said, "Kill it before it grows."&lt;br /&gt;
I say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense.&lt;br /&gt;
I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Freedom came my way one day&lt;br /&gt;
And I started out of town.&lt;br /&gt;
All of a sudden I see sheriff John Brown&lt;br /&gt;
Aiming to shoot me down.&lt;br /&gt;
So I shot, I shot him down.&lt;br /&gt;
I say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.&lt;br /&gt;
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Reflexes got the better of me&lt;br /&gt;
And what is to be must be.&lt;br /&gt;
Every day the bucket goes to the well,&lt;br /&gt;
But one day the bottom will drop out,&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, one day the bottom will drop out.&lt;br /&gt;
But I say:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy, oh no.&lt;br /&gt;
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy, oh no.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-2510606136637445722?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/-suQG6g-XvM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/2510606136637445722/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/i-shot-sheriff-but-i-did-not-shoot.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/2510606136637445722?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/2510606136637445722?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/-suQG6g-XvM/i-shot-sheriff-but-i-did-not-shoot.html" title="&quot;I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy!" /><author><name>Dekky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545363707631856387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aiXivLAlVY/TyrUalBdVwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Km4Bd77kDFY/s220/Picture%2B16.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LvWKkK8lggE/Tz4QYqOUnVI/AAAAAAAAASk/RSUgSlq5LPs/s72-c/bob-marley-happy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/i-shot-sheriff-but-i-did-not-shoot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEFQ388fCp7ImA9WhRaFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-9014446394589654422</id><published>2012-02-16T19:33:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T19:33:32.174+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-16T19:33:32.174+02:00</app:edited><title>"Trust your Instincts"</title><content type="html">
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Is it me or English is just too complicated? I must admit I love the language but it just confuses me sometimes. By the way no day goes by without me learning a new word, ‘DONNING’ is the latest. Ok that is that, back to my main topic today which is ‘INSTINCTS’. Yeah that little word that gets used a lot that at times I feel it’s been abused. Why do people say things like ‘trust your instincts’. That doesn’t work for everyone, you can’t just go about telling anyone who comes to you for advice to trust their instincts! Get this, some people are just naturally paranoid and at this point asking them to trust their instincts is like telling them to embrace their paranoia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&amp;nbsp; So instinct is defined as an inborn pattern of behaviour shaped by centuries of human experience, it is part of the personality that senses danger and safety. Bottom line-&amp;nbsp; Instinct is the jungle wisdom that tells you when to wait, when to take action, who to trust and who not to trust. Some say you can’t always tell the difference between instincts and fear, well maybe but if instincts are what I think they are then it always points towards something while fear pulls you away from something. For example Instincts help you find answers to your questions while fear helps you run away from them. Keep this in mind, fear always comes along with anything that makes you grow or stretch outside of your comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Let’s paint a scenario together, perhaps you were with a boyfriend/girlfriend discussing something and along the line he/she gave you certain information. So few weeks later he/she comes up to you and tells you something different that is very contradictory to what they said earlier, fortunately you are the one with the good memory. There and then you realize that your bf/gf is lying to you, that is because you feel this great thug in your heart telling you something is wrong, but you are not too sure what is it. The First question is- Could it be your instincts telling you they are lying or can it be the fact that you knew for sure they were lying based on a solid fact? Second question- If you definitely think it’s your instinct&lt;/span&gt;s working here, what do you do, trust it? &amp;nbsp;Now you see why I said English is complicated...lol silly me that definitely has nothing to do with English :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I’ve come to realize that the issue of instincts comes in when it has to do with issues of the heart or mostly dangerous situations. From experience, I feel my body senses danger even way before my mind does. You know that sudden chill you feel around a certain person that makes you feel prickly around him/her that even though you are bored you would rather excuse yourself permanently than spend uncomfortable hours with them. Yeah I get this sometimes, but the truth is half of the time it’s just me being cynical. I’m not saying you should never trust your gut, yeah you should but you can’t base all your life decisions basically on what your instincts tell you. Sometimes you could be wrong. Truthfully the concept of ‘Instincts’ is one thing I may never understand thoroughly; nevertheless I’ve learnt to trust and believe in people until proving otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Anyway, never let fear override your instincts or intuition. We need to pay attention to how we feel about situations vs. how we think about them, so that even when our head is screaming that we are insane our mind totally remains at peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Have a sleek week everyone. X&lt;a href="" name="_GoBack"&gt;&lt;/a&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/758629877518732955-9014446394589654422?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/RhDARA90aLU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/9014446394589654422/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/trust-your-instincts.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/9014446394589654422?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/9014446394589654422?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/RhDARA90aLU/trust-your-instincts.html" title="&quot;Trust your Instincts&quot;" /><author><name>Dekky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545363707631856387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aiXivLAlVY/TyrUalBdVwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Km4Bd77kDFY/s220/Picture%2B16.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AiRSnOZCe6E/Tz08dEnAjNI/AAAAAAAAASc/LeLZXmGlKQ4/s72-c/follow_your_instincts_mousepad-p144534451621250671z8xsj_400.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/trust-your-instincts.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYCQXoyeip7ImA9WhRaE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-5141753592159675230</id><published>2012-02-16T00:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T00:16:00.492+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-16T00:16:00.492+02:00</app:edited><title>Memories of a lost dream</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DNaWZ2XTxg6mzHvKG6z93rHMrbs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DNaWZ2XTxg6mzHvKG6z93rHMrbs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;TWO WEEKS AGO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I strolled aimlessly at the train station. It was very obvious that my nerves were getting the best of me; I was busy twisting my middle finger like I always did when my nerve failed me.&amp;nbsp; ‘Ok, twenty more minutes’ I thought, focusing my gaze on the two elderly couples looking for a seat prior to their train departure. Aww, so cute I silently murmured. My mind was drifting away from them…was drifting to two weeks ago…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;SOME WEEKS EARLIER&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp; ‘’I am tired of Facebook and all the social media sites this days, they are kind of boring. Gosh I need a life; things were getting a bit too lonely and the same old routine. I need something to look forward to everyday’’ I seriously pondered. Just like always I was busy going back to the same old routine of clicking profiles and reading lousy about ME’s. Well that was when I saw him. I will never know if it was boredom that made me type the words to him or maybe it’s the curiosity I have in me, after all curiosity never did kill anything. Whichever way I just couldn’t stop myself from connecting with him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Few hours later, I was nervous to open the email blinking before my eyes, perhaps it was the fear of what was written inside or probably because I felt cheesy for sending the message and now I’ve gotten a reply and I couldn’t even get myself to open it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Finally I did. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Five Words changed everything. “Yes, we can be friends”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;TWO WEEKS AGO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp; It was the sound of the little boy screaming for some candy that knocked me back to the moment. I smiled sheepishly at how I wondered off again to my own very world. The two couples were no longer there. I checked my time and I had actually gone to memory land for about ten minutes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;‘You are so freaking weird’ I said to myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp; There was an empty seat right across the candy shop; I hurriedly went to take it before someone else could. No doubt that my leg needed some rest now. I had gone to meet an old school mate earlier for a cup of coffee, afterwards I took a mini tour of the city hoping to while away some time. Talking of time, I glanced at my wrist watch. It was time. I could hear the pounding of my heart over my ears. I brought out my phone to play some games, that will surely help me calm down. It always does. I was totally winning my game when I heard his voice over my bent head.&amp;nbsp; ‘Hey, sorry I’m late he said’. I was mesmerized by how cute he was and all I could say was ‘that’s ok’. The rest was mystery.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;FEW MONTHS LATER&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp; We were busy sipping coffee and laughing at how stupid the movie was. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It felt like home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;No it was home.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I leaned against him, my head on his solid chest as he wrapped his arms around me.&amp;nbsp; I felt safe and secured. I knew at that moment that we were meant to be. Things had gone so fast from the moment we met. The chemistry was undeniable, it was very clear that we both wanted to be in a relationship with one another. Throwing caution to the wind, we took a bold step together. Things were right, so right that it felt like fantasy. I don’t believe in fairy tales but I was having one of my own. My very own ‘Cinderella story’. I looked up to stare into the eyes of my prince; I could see all the care in there.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;“Will you be mine?” He whispered&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I smiled “I’ve always been yours”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;He lowered his head to meet mine. I knew it was the magical kiss….I didn’t have to kiss many frogs to meet my prince...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I shut my eyes awaiting the feel of his lips against mine….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;TODAY&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp; My alarm beeped repeatedly, jolting me out of the best moment of my life. How could it be a dream? No way. I tightly shut my eyes hoping it will all come back again. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;‘God, this is what I want’ I prayed silently.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I knew it was time to get up and get over my dream, but I was determined. I’m finding my prince charming and when I do I’m going to lose myself in every fairy tale we create together.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/758629877518732955-5141753592159675230?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/yUDlmnIeHBo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/5141753592159675230/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/untitled.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/5141753592159675230?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/5141753592159675230?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/yUDlmnIeHBo/untitled.html" title="Memories of a lost dream" /><author><name>Dekky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545363707631856387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aiXivLAlVY/TyrUalBdVwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Km4Bd77kDFY/s220/Picture%2B16.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/untitled.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIFRHg6fSp7ImA9WhRaEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-6688611025898301508</id><published>2012-02-14T11:08:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T11:08:35.615+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-14T11:08:35.615+02:00</app:edited><title>Child Sexual Abuse: Absolutely Unaccepted Part 1</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zr3lXjlWnWD0Av4NCe5PdVOKjd8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zr3lXjlWnWD0Av4NCe5PdVOKjd8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So yesterday I was reading about how a young girl was being molested by her father, it kind of brought tears to my eyes. Why do people have such evil in them? A 45 yr old man, molesting his 5yr old daughter? Where is the world going? Why would anyone want to prey on the innocence of a child? So many lingering questions with no meaningful answers. Some pervy molester once said – Children are seductive. Total Bullshit! It's just another way of trying to excuse his behavior and pass on the blame to the child. Sex offenders exploit a child's curiosity and his need for affection, and then blame the child! This is absolutely pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiDh3uX76To/Tzojohpze6I/AAAAAAAAASM/ALF_yAjlTLM/s1600/child-abuse7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiDh3uX76To/Tzojohpze6I/AAAAAAAAASM/ALF_yAjlTLM/s320/child-abuse7.jpg" width="303" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Children Sexual abuse happens every single day and in different ways, just because we don’t see them does not mean they don’t. Some children are abused by strangers (rarely), while others (mostly) are abused by someone they know, yeah! People they know. The sad news is majority of molested children are perpetrated by family members, close relatives or people who have close proximity to them. It’s so sad to think that anyone would use physical force, or the threat of force to molest a child not to talk of your own blood and family. Gosh no matter how it occurs or who did it, it is a violation of a Child's body and it can have lasting emotional consequences.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;It pains my heart when sometimes these children confide in someone; mostly their mum and they actually do not believe them. Children usually get this reaction when they tell their mother about her&amp;nbsp;husband or boyfriend abusing&amp;nbsp;them. This can happen because mothers have conflicting allegiances; they love their children and their mate. It’s hard to believe someone they love could commit such a monstrous act, particularly on their own child. It can become very traumatic. Sometimes, depending on whom, where, etc, the child even loves and protects the perpetrator more. Some children feel "special" about the abuse, as it may be the only attention or physical contact they are getting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7pBYNvtxYxI/Tzojc6jrAJI/AAAAAAAAASE/iQ27l-Sa79s/s1600/female-sexual-predators-child-sexual-abuse-300x150.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7pBYNvtxYxI/Tzojc6jrAJI/AAAAAAAAASE/iQ27l-Sa79s/s1600/female-sexual-predators-child-sexual-abuse-300x150.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Ok, I’ve heard enough of the crap-IT ISN'T SEXUAL ABUSE IF THE CHILD CONSENTED. For crying out loud how can a child consent to being abused, this is just absurd. A consenting individual is aware of what they are doing, has an understanding of the consequences, and is free from any manipulation or coercion to choose a certain way. If a person is NOT capable of knowing what they are getting into, how can it be said that consented? If a child is abused again and again, HE/SHE DID NOT CONSENT, AND IT IS STILL ABUSE. The reason is that a child is not a fully sexual being. Children are not supposed to be, a child is not fully aware of sex and all its complexities, and their own sexuality is expected to develop slowly and surely over the course of many years. Some children tend to 'go along' with the abuse in order to ensure that they get through it; but submission does not mean consent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;What if a gun is pointed at your head and you're told to rob someone or you get your head blown off, the issue of consent doesn't even enter into it. How can you really make a choice, when one choice offered is death?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Some people just tend to keep silent on the issue of sexual abuse generally. Children being molested, people being raped and yet we just fold our hands and say to ourselves ‘IT CAN NEVER HAPPEN TO ME’ plainly telling you the truth, yes it can be you! You can be old, young, fat, tall, small, black, white, gay, straight, a cop, a student, whoever, and rape or abuse&amp;nbsp;could still&amp;nbsp;happen to you. Yes it’s all too comfortable to believe that you're immune to being potentially raped or sexually assaulted; in the firm believe that you couldn't be raped because you're too nice, too white or too uptight, which gives you a false sense of security. "I couldn't be raped," because I never go out at night alone." "I couldn't be raped, because I'm a man." "I couldn't be raped".. for any of a number of highly superstitious reasons, but why hide behind the powerful spell of denial. Anybody can be abused. There are never any 100% guarantees for being safe. &amp;nbsp;Trust your instinct and stay away from people who make your skin crawl or who make you feel unsafe. It's a beautiful world out there, but as you know all too well, it has the potential to be a violent one too, so use your head and stay safe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To be continued…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-6688611025898301508?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/X3ObcgpQubU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/6688611025898301508/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/child-sexual-abuse-absolutely.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/6688611025898301508?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/6688611025898301508?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/X3ObcgpQubU/child-sexual-abuse-absolutely.html" title="Child Sexual Abuse: Absolutely Unaccepted Part 1" /><author><name>Dekky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545363707631856387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aiXivLAlVY/TyrUalBdVwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Km4Bd77kDFY/s220/Picture%2B16.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tiDh3uX76To/Tzojohpze6I/AAAAAAAAASM/ALF_yAjlTLM/s72-c/child-abuse7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/child-sexual-abuse-absolutely.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU4BQ3s7cCp7ImA9WhRaEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-7726807008641406777</id><published>2012-02-11T22:47:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T16:45:52.508+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-12T16:45:52.508+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><title>Spoken words:  Love from God’s Perspective</title><content type="html">
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love from God’s Perspective&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son that whosoever believes in Him shall not perish but have the everlasting life”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;-John 3:16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;You see, Love is more than just a flighty emotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;It’s a pure feeling independent of nothing&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=758629877518732955&amp;amp;postID=7726807008641406777" name="_GoBack"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;I’m not here to define love according to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Encyclopedia or Wikipedia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Because God defined Love on the cross of Calvary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Having no distinction for Gender, Race or Age&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;He didn’t care about your money or beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Coz while you were yet sinners Christ died for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;You see his love is neither limited nor demanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;But rather flawless and bedazzling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;What you call love is nothing compared to his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love is God and God is Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;We agree that God is love and love is God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why then do we love some and hate some?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why do we smile with no love in our hearts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;We get busy buying those expensive shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;while our neighbor is right there fighting starvation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Then we go ahead and laugh at his thin shaped chest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;and how he caught a Sexually transmitted Disease.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yet we cry out, about how we love God and love men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tricking ourselves into believing the concept of&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Loving only the givers and despising the takers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;But you know what? God has a greater definition of love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It includes Me, You and that hopeless child on the street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Everyone deserves to be loved… I mean everyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is it that homeless man with no good shoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;And painful blisters at the sole of his feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Or that old woman dying of a chronic disease&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;That keeps even her family away from her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Is it that lonely boy hoping for a true friend?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;To hold his hands when all seem to be a blur.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yet we love only those who can love us back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Who are you to decide who to hate or love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Indeed Loving someone is easy…Too easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;But loving them as you, that takes God...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Only God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love is holding the person next to you , Love is about telling them it will be ok, Love is what God says it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Love from man’s point of view is simple but Love from God’s point of view is smooth.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I like to wiggle my toes when I’m waiting for something or someone – like in the waiting room or before I make a speech. It makes me less nervous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have rather short legs to match my short height. I love that. The fact that they’re short makes them easier to go around with. Can you imagine if I had long legs? They might go in different directions from each other, or something. Then what would I do? Short legs work very well for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, I must confess. I love the way I look in high heel shoes, but they are nowhere as special as low heel shoes. They do not make my heart beat fast. I feel more comfy in low heels and silk stockings. I always feel like a tough girl from the 1930′s in them. How great is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Speaking of stuff that bothers me: I hate putting things on my face. They say it’s better to put some cream on your face if you don’t want to shrivel up like an old potato one day. Once I got all the latest cream I could. But once I had put one of them on, it made me feel so sticky that I had to immediately wipe it off with a very hot towel. I couldn’t help it. My whole face rebelled against the stickiness. Speaking of sticky: Once I put on some honey extract rejuvenating cream on my face and got pimples for a week. That was not good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now hats! I think no one has an idea that I love hats, since I am not always wearing one. Hmm…Maybe I just like hats. Or maybe I think I will look taller if I wore one. Or maybe I think people’s focus will go to my hat and not my face if I was wearing one…lol. Of course, I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with my face, honey. A girl does not have to hide under a hat, ever. If there were a few wrinkles and shades, they just make you look more interesting…. So they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I use to hide my face with hands every time I’m around so many people. My mom would say to me “Show me your face. Look, you’re beautiful. I don’t know why you are hiding beneath that hair.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I always like to look at the sky and feel like my home is somewhere far away. Weird but true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I use to love wandering. I use to walk about the city aimlessly, but with the speed of the wind! I can’t do that now. If I do it now it would be unfair to my body in this cold winter time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I daydream, I go all the way to the end of the Earth, and come back. It’s a nice exercise. Well actually, not always. Sometimes I just go to the city I love. Once I was flying low in Paris only to realize I’m still day dreaming.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In a day, sometimes I feel so much love for the world; I think my heart might burst. Sometimes, I feel so scared; I want to shrink myself even further. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m guessing no one knows all this until now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have a good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;PS: my friend started this new blog, you should check it out -&amp;gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mozoella.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Idle musings of a young Nigerian girl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-9189753143638800018?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/Qn6j-4ENKkY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/9189753143638800018/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/silly-facts-about-me-few-people-know.html#comment-form" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/9189753143638800018?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/9189753143638800018?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/Qn6j-4ENKkY/silly-facts-about-me-few-people-know.html" title="Silly facts about me few people know until now" /><author><name>Dekky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545363707631856387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aiXivLAlVY/TyrUalBdVwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Km4Bd77kDFY/s220/Picture%2B16.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GKVwvYE9RCo/TzZEs2hEKGI/AAAAAAAAARk/TKvmHCWPjUc/s72-c/betty+its+all+aboout+me.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/silly-facts-about-me-few-people-know.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYDQH4ycCp7ImA9WhRbGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-2811130771274830642</id><published>2012-02-11T02:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T13:02:51.098+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-11T13:02:51.098+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love and relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><title>If I could</title><content type="html">
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I could change the way the clock ticks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We would be sipping a lemonade mix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a cool summer night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Watching the birds alight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As they kiss the sky goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the blink of an eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If only I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I could stop the Dawn of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Only so we could run away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To where the world makes no sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There we’ll find our pleasure ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;In each other’s graceful embrace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;We find our hiding place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If only I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I could get a single replay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of my life day after day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll fast forward to the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When your lips whispered to mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As my thoughts missed its way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It felt like heavens bay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If Only I could.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Cry of an Unborn Child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;UNBORN CHILD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It rained last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I know you could have sworn you saw my face in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And every time it rains nearby I want you to imagine that’s how it would’ve sounded if I cried&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;MOTHER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I held my stomach thinking about how this pain is sucking the life out of me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;About how I paid $300 to get you sucked right out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m sorry that my womb had to become a tomb bearing yours dreams that will never exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Believe me when I say I let the tears you would have cried come alive in my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You do not know how many nights I screamed I’m sorry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;to the skies, hoping that you could hear me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;UNBORN CHILD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;They say blood is thicker than water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But Blood can never be thicker than my fetus slaughtered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sucked out of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stopping up toilets of hospital restrooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How could you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;MOTHER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I wasn't ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Heart pumping heavy with mistakes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’d rather have aborted you than have grown to become the mother you hate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because holding you and holding grudges would have become symmetrical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Vacuuming my inside, &amp;nbsp;of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Worthless like last night vegetables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;UNBORN CHILD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are you happy now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because for the rest of your life you will be haunted by the illuminating essence of sun light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because every time you have the ability to see yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You will know what I look like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;God knows what you’ve done&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He&amp;nbsp;wrote you messages in the form of lightning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perfectly scripted letters against gray skies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How many times do I have to cry through the sky for you to realize&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Momma we never had the proper goodbye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;MOTHER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m sorry for wrapping my virginity in a blanket and leaving it on God’s doorstep,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hoping that he would find you because honestly I knew I didn’t deserve to have you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;UNBORN CHILD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can you hear the sound of my grandmother humming as she clutches rosary beads close to breast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Spines erect, infants walk upright up here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imitating the life that you never allowed me to have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking down on mothers like you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Who cradle their swollen bellies pregnant with broken dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your gums, suckling on old teenage love songs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ma, You disgust me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I can tell by the way you hold your purse you’re still a baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But since when does that give you the right to abort your only baby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;MOTHER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was forced to grow old with fresh milk still crusted above my lips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I thought, “Maybe if I bob my head a little harder, I could suck his soul from him.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But swallowing his future never guaranteed that I would be a part of it so I choked, gagged, coughed up generations of broken&amp;nbsp;children and&amp;nbsp;back alleyway babies that were never able to make their way out my womb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You don’t know how many times I slit my wrist in honor of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;UNBORN CHILD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know that you never look in the mirror because you’re afraid to see my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But how can you continue to breathe knowing that you buried my cradle 6 feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You cut my umbilical cord because you could never let me swallow what you eat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;MOTHER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My vagina bleeds your tears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Exposing my true fears of your existence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know the doctor told me you grew fingernails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And every day I feel the scars of the letters you’ve carved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I hate myself for letting people come so far inside me they can read them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;UNBORN CHILD:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It rained last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I know you could have sworn you saw my face in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I finally gathered the courage to play in front of the Camera..lol...I wrote this song for my Mum. I wasn't audible enough :( I was kinda shy. But here are the lyrics though..;) Just so you know...I ain't no song writer :P&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I was young&lt;br /&gt;
My Mama once told me&lt;br /&gt;
That life is a song&lt;br /&gt;
and no one can change it&lt;br /&gt;
Oh no....Oh no..&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm here today&lt;br /&gt;
writing a lyrics&lt;br /&gt;
of how by the day&lt;br /&gt;
my life is a music&lt;br /&gt;
Oh no...oh oh no.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My mama was right&lt;br /&gt;
she gave me good wisdom&lt;br /&gt;
I'm writing this song&lt;br /&gt;
to tell her how awesome&lt;br /&gt;
She is....oh ..oh..she is&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love you mama&lt;br /&gt;
you're a woman of honor&lt;br /&gt;
you brought me up&lt;br /&gt;
in no way no one could&lt;br /&gt;
I know....I..I..know...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I love you Mama...I love you Mama...&lt;br /&gt;
Oh Oh...Oh ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-394845975440726634?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/TFYnXsx6Ork" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/394845975440726634/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/song-for-mama.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/394845975440726634?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/394845975440726634?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/TFYnXsx6Ork/song-for-mama.html" title="Song for Mama!!" /><author><name>Dekky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545363707631856387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aiXivLAlVY/TyrUalBdVwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Km4Bd77kDFY/s220/Picture%2B16.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/song-for-mama.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMER344fyp7ImA9WhRbFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-5355487923547153322</id><published>2012-02-08T07:53:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T07:53:26.037+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-08T07:53:26.037+02:00</app:edited><title>Wishes</title><content type="html">
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Under the stars&lt;br /&gt;
Fingers crossed&lt;br /&gt;
As we look to the sky&lt;br /&gt;
We fly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As we soar&lt;br /&gt;
Through the clouds&lt;br /&gt;
Hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;
And don't look down.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wishing to stay here&lt;br /&gt;
Forever, with you&lt;br /&gt;
We glide higher&lt;br /&gt;
Full of opportunities.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Letting go of reality&lt;br /&gt;
Just you and me&lt;br /&gt;
Forgetting the world&lt;br /&gt;
And everything else.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As we fly&lt;br /&gt;
High in the sky&lt;br /&gt;
I realize&lt;br /&gt;
It's all a lie.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And we come crashing down&lt;br /&gt;
Falling into nothingness&lt;br /&gt;
Our wish, shattered&lt;br /&gt;
Coming to a close.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Reality coming back&lt;br /&gt;
Keeping us stuck&lt;br /&gt;
Just wanting to fly again&lt;br /&gt;
But being trapped.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Q8KvT2ydbaqLNpkU0K5oyL2YDoo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Q8KvT2ydbaqLNpkU0K5oyL2YDoo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In Roman times, there was an Emperor Claudius II who was in power. He was devoted to expanding the Roman Empire and was trying to recruit more soldiers. He banned marriages because he thought that if men had no wife to leave they would be less reluctant to join the army. A priest named Valentine thought this was unfair and began marrying couples in secret. Obviously he was found out eventually and sentenced to death. He was executed on February 14th 269 AD (roughly) and that's one version of why THEY call it Valentine's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-StfdNd4xdzw/TzFuQ7pHeNI/AAAAAAAAARE/3h9_SaXDbtM/s1600/valentines-day.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-StfdNd4xdzw/TzFuQ7pHeNI/AAAAAAAAARE/3h9_SaXDbtM/s320/valentines-day.jpg" width="313" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I’ve never been a fan of holidays I don’t understand, don’t get me wrong I see nothing wrong with people celebrating love or something but I think Valentine is just overrated. Why have only one day to make your loved one feel special.. If they are that important they should know every day!! Every day should be filled with love and compassion for your loved ones, not just Valentine’s Day. It's all just a silly excuse for companies to make money off of couples who are basically forced by their significant other to get them something. You don't need spend money to show someone you love and care about them deeply, and if you do they are definitely worth more than a bunch of chocolates or jewelry. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zvb8P9IJtGg/TzFulxehAUI/AAAAAAAAARM/ffAStib1JiM/s1600/my-valentine-868.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="289" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Zvb8P9IJtGg/TzFulxehAUI/AAAAAAAAARM/ffAStib1JiM/s320/my-valentine-868.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Some People make a big deal out of Valentine, Everywhere you go there is always someone trying to make an atmosphere of love . Like cut-out hearts everywhere and I also keep getting all this emails about Valentine and all that…Grrhhh…What about those people who have no Partners or Families? Have you ever thought of that? I was thinking to myself lately if I could spend Valentine with anyone this year it would be doing something nice for someone who has nothing or no one. I think they get more depressed and frustrated during this period. Anyways I hope they find comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gIeckHTrdtM/TzFu25RiOwI/AAAAAAAAARU/HFqeNRK1u9Q/s1600/valentines_day3.s600x600.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gIeckHTrdtM/TzFu25RiOwI/AAAAAAAAARU/HFqeNRK1u9Q/s320/valentines_day3.s600x600.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;To be Candid the Idea of Valentine is sweet, but the way people go about it these days seem to amaze me. I’m not Valentine-phobic, definitely not. What I don’t get is why people will treat Valentines as the Superbowl of Romance or even their Relationship. &amp;nbsp;I don't think there should be any reason why we can't do sweet things for those we love on days other than Valentine's Day. I definitely think a lot of people are leaning off celebrating this V day more than ever, or at least celebrating it in a more realistic fashion...cooking at home and so on, and to me this is much more personal and meaningful anyway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; I’m a hopeless romantic but I’m also realistic and I think most of us would agree that Valentine’s Day can get very overrated.&lt;/span&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/758629877518732955-1512394415742075314?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/8zpaKwtRslY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/1512394415742075314/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/valentine-fever.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/1512394415742075314?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/1512394415742075314?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/8zpaKwtRslY/valentine-fever.html" title="Valentine Fever" /><author><name>Dekky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545363707631856387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aiXivLAlVY/TyrUalBdVwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Km4Bd77kDFY/s220/Picture%2B16.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-StfdNd4xdzw/TzFuQ7pHeNI/AAAAAAAAARE/3h9_SaXDbtM/s72-c/valentines-day.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/valentine-fever.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EEQHs_eCp7ImA9WhRbFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-5384055706300013360</id><published>2012-02-06T16:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T16:46:41.540+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-06T16:46:41.540+02:00</app:edited><title>Just another thought.</title><content type="html">
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Some say life is unfair, well for me I take life as it comes. Maybe we are destined to meet hard times in life so it can make us better or maybe it's just fate punishing us for the things we did, we might never know. Either ways, two things I've learnt is never to complain too much about what life dishes me and that no matter how strong you are, when the weak times come only the giant in you can survive it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; When I look back at my life I always smile but sometimes&amp;nbsp;I wonder if I could live my life over again, what would I do differently? What would I never change? I guess I will never know. I don't regret anything presently in my life, Yes I've made mistakes but most of them made me who I am today. No matter how long you keep making mistakes, what matters is that you do not allow them define your future. You see everyone has some good in them and most times we long to share that part of us with someone who can appreciate us. Experience has taught me never to be afraid to share that with people because while you are busy protecting your feelings, someone else is feeling unloved.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; I remember in high school a friend said to me 'one day you will write and do great things', right now I find myself looking back at that very moment and it made me realize I do have a long way to go. One step at a time. You know how people have a list of things they want to do before they die, I never understood why anyone would do that but recently I found myself penning down those same things in my diary. Hmm, anyways the truth be told it's taking me forever to find 10 things I really want to do before I die. It's so obvious that things like that cannot be thought of in a day. You have to search deeply for those things that give your life meaning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp; My mum taught me that scaling through one phase of life is not an automatic victory neither is it a stop sign because after one phase a bigger test comes that will push&amp;nbsp;you&amp;nbsp;into letting go of everything you believe in. I&lt;br /&gt;
can still remember what she said 'Well, when that time comes, there is no&amp;nbsp;guaranty&amp;nbsp;I will be there for you but you have to realize that the key to over coming anything is not giving up. I love my Mum, I really do.&lt;br /&gt;
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To be continued.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-5384055706300013360?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/RbWBIIxPfv8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/5384055706300013360/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/just-another-thought.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/5384055706300013360?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/5384055706300013360?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/RbWBIIxPfv8/just-another-thought.html" title="Just another thought." /><author><name>Dekky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545363707631856387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aiXivLAlVY/TyrUalBdVwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Km4Bd77kDFY/s220/Picture%2B16.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zpxzEG7iI54/Ty_nwr6TLEI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/daUmquNSSkM/s72-c/thinking+web+pic.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/just-another-thought.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEAQH86fyp7ImA9WhRbE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-756195606795190494</id><published>2012-02-04T23:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T23:24:01.117+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-04T23:24:01.117+02:00</app:edited><title>Racism or just plain old mean</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dVG00XrM3AVBCGgLbQqKw7Zvp8U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/dVG00XrM3AVBCGgLbQqKw7Zvp8U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When it comes to Racism I try to be silent on the topic, probably because I’ve always wondered if I should write on such an evil topic that provokes such bitter controversy and hatred. Racism is one of the vilest of social cancers. Here is my recent experience-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BJ06BbTnbk/Ty2gzPEigxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/nyoq_BrYMu4/s1600/racism+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BJ06BbTnbk/Ty2gzPEigxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/nyoq_BrYMu4/s1600/racism+%25281%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I and my friends were walking down the road trying to survive the cold snowy evening, it was a -23 but definitely felt like a -30. As we hurried along, this middle aged man strongly hit me with his shoulder :(. He didn’t even look back or care, it was very clear he did it on purpose. Plain old mean I thought. That was just unfair, but It wasn’t enough for me to lose my grip over so we went along. Not more than 50 meters from there, some young boys were walking towards us; they were probably around 11-12 years of age. The next thing I knew one of them picked up a snow ball and threw it at us and shouted you black ********, we were practically angry and screaming at them but they kept laughing and screaming monkeys like that was the only English words they knew. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ubx885CWaMI/Ty2g2Ewm91I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Z74t6dQ0lcM/s1600/racism.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ubx885CWaMI/Ty2g2Ewm91I/AAAAAAAAAQc/Z74t6dQ0lcM/s320/racism.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; One of my friends just stood there staring at them and they kept kicking and pouring snow on her. She just stood and watched. I felt a tear about to fall down my cheek but I sucked it up&amp;nbsp;because I wasn't about to give them their&amp;nbsp;satisfaction&amp;nbsp;by crying ;(. Due to my standards. I wasn't ready to stoop down to their level to actually Say some hurtful things back. After that we just did what was right for the situation. We walked away.&amp;nbsp;Why stay? Obviously their pathetic little lives seem to breed nothing but weakness which causes them so much harm they must latch onto something or someone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve always thought that racism is based on experiences that people have had with other races, and that made them bitter but thinking of those young kids screaming such mean words, gave me a different light to it. You see racism is fueled by ignorance and fear, and it should not exist. It's ridiculous to make assumptions about people because of the color of their skin, but people do it all the time. See this is the strange thing; people are racist out of fear, probably because of insecurity, misinformation, or normally some sick excuse. No Man is superior to another because of his race be it Black, White, Arabs or Asians. Wake up people! Racism is just a childish hate, bigotry usually hidden by blind patriotism....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-756195606795190494?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/5D6wxyT4ClI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/756195606795190494/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/racism-or-just-plain-old-mean.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/756195606795190494?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/756195606795190494?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/5D6wxyT4ClI/racism-or-just-plain-old-mean.html" title="Racism or just plain old mean" /><author><name>Dekky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545363707631856387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aiXivLAlVY/TyrUalBdVwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Km4Bd77kDFY/s220/Picture%2B16.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1BJ06BbTnbk/Ty2gzPEigxI/AAAAAAAAAQU/nyoq_BrYMu4/s72-c/racism+%25281%2529.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/racism-or-just-plain-old-mean.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UERnszfyp7ImA9WhRbE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-2946752032937883022</id><published>2012-02-04T10:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T10:46:47.587+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-04T10:46:47.587+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Phenomenal woman" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Maya Angelou" /><title>Analysis of Maya Angelou's phenomenal woman.</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m77EQrFckqGmsa0JFo2iDlH1K7g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m77EQrFckqGmsa0JFo2iDlH1K7g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many call Maya Angelou a Feminist for writing this poem and some even say the poem has no positive side, &amp;nbsp;but only because they don’t understand the reason behind the poem. I totally connect to what she is saying. Simply put all she is saying that&amp;nbsp;women&amp;nbsp;who rely on their pretty appearance to attract men cannot understand why men will pass over them to get to a strong, intelligent, and phenomenal woman. It really talks about accepting yourself and how you are because God created you in his own image. Maya is full of expression in every gesture. There is no shame in being comfortable with you and being confident does not mean a person is pompous. This poem states that just being you is all a woman needs to do to be attractive and alluring to men.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtB4vjd7hzQ/TyzwUUYHMnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4NYUzlGdFIM/s1600/6935_151499913866_504733866_2727857_1102955_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtB4vjd7hzQ/TyzwUUYHMnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4NYUzlGdFIM/s320/6935_151499913866_504733866_2727857_1102955_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
PHENOMENAL WOMAN&lt;br /&gt;
by Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;
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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies&lt;br /&gt;
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size&lt;br /&gt;
But when I start to tell them&lt;br /&gt;
They think I'm telling lies.&lt;br /&gt;
I say,&lt;br /&gt;
It's in the reach of my arms&lt;br /&gt;
The span of my hips,&lt;br /&gt;
The stride of my step,&lt;br /&gt;
The curl of my lips.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;
phenomenally.&lt;br /&gt;
Phenomenal woman&lt;br /&gt;
That's me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I walk into a room&lt;br /&gt;
Just as cool as you please,&lt;br /&gt;
And to a man,&lt;br /&gt;
The fellows stand or&lt;br /&gt;
Fall down on their knees.&lt;br /&gt;
Then they swarm around me,&lt;br /&gt;
A hive of honey bees.&lt;br /&gt;
I say,&lt;br /&gt;
It's the fire in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
And the flash of my teeth,&lt;br /&gt;
The swing of my waist,&lt;br /&gt;
And the joy in my feet.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;
Phenomenally.&lt;br /&gt;
Phenomenal woman,&lt;br /&gt;
That's me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Men themselves have wondered&lt;br /&gt;
What they see in me.&lt;br /&gt;
They try so much&lt;br /&gt;
But they can't touch&lt;br /&gt;
My inner mystery.&lt;br /&gt;
When I try to show them,&lt;br /&gt;
They say they still can't see.&lt;br /&gt;
I say&lt;br /&gt;
It's in the arch of my back,&lt;br /&gt;
The sun of my smile,&lt;br /&gt;
The ride of my breasts,&lt;br /&gt;
The grace of my style.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;
Phenomenally.&lt;br /&gt;
Phenomenal woman,&lt;br /&gt;
That's me.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now you understand&lt;br /&gt;
Just why my head's not bowed.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't shout or jump about&lt;br /&gt;
Or have to talk real loud.&lt;br /&gt;
When you see me passing&lt;br /&gt;
It ought to make you proud.&lt;br /&gt;
I say,&lt;br /&gt;
It's in the click of my heels,&lt;br /&gt;
The bend of my hair,&lt;br /&gt;
The palm of my hand,&lt;br /&gt;
The need of my care,&lt;br /&gt;
'Cause I'm a woman&lt;br /&gt;
Phenomenally.&lt;br /&gt;
Phenomenal woman,&lt;br /&gt;
That's me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;copyright © 1978 by Maya Angelou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-2946752032937883022?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/o1iWAub0r-0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/2946752032937883022/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/analysis-of-maya-angelous-phenomenal.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/2946752032937883022?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/2946752032937883022?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/o1iWAub0r-0/analysis-of-maya-angelous-phenomenal.html" title="Analysis of Maya Angelou's phenomenal woman." /><author><name>Dekky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545363707631856387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aiXivLAlVY/TyrUalBdVwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Km4Bd77kDFY/s220/Picture%2B16.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZtB4vjd7hzQ/TyzwUUYHMnI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4NYUzlGdFIM/s72-c/6935_151499913866_504733866_2727857_1102955_n.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/analysis-of-maya-angelous-phenomenal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUASX85fCp7ImA9WhRbE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-1838365205443105979</id><published>2012-02-03T22:48:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T22:50:48.124+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-03T22:50:48.124+02:00</app:edited><title>20 Things I don’t Like</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DIy6jjGc_WGAoWvOXYTpwLwyP6c/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DIy6jjGc_WGAoWvOXYTpwLwyP6c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DIy6jjGc_WGAoWvOXYTpwLwyP6c/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DIy6jjGc_WGAoWvOXYTpwLwyP6c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I try as much as I can not to dwell on the negatives but common, writing 2o things I don't like can never hurt :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;1.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Snakes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;2.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Nuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;3.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Ignorance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;4.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;5.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Lady Gaga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;6.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;People who don’t smile back when you smile at them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;7.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Those who don’t see the importance in reading books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;8.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;People who are money obsessed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;9.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Bullies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;10.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Pretenders&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;11.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Halitosis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;12.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Mean people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;13.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Washing dishes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;14.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Stubbing my toe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;15.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Those who don’t take their shower or wear clean clothes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;16.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;People who want you to fit into the box they have created for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;17.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Eating fish with bones&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;18.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Revenge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;19.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Long Air flights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-align: justify; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;20.&lt;span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Drunks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-1838365205443105979?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/qnXO_UERJoU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/1838365205443105979/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/20-things-i-dont-like.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/1838365205443105979?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/1838365205443105979?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/qnXO_UERJoU/20-things-i-dont-like.html" title="20 Things I don’t Like" /><author><name>Dekky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545363707631856387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aiXivLAlVY/TyrUalBdVwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Km4Bd77kDFY/s220/Picture%2B16.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/02/20-things-i-dont-like.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAFSHc5fip7ImA9WhRUGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-2528202617594041069</id><published>2012-01-31T10:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T10:31:59.926+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T10:31:59.926+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love and relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love at first sight" /><title>BBC-Proof that Love at first Sight Exists: A ramblers Point of View.</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sztLUUT6xIcEa5p-ouyVFjD5h0w/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sztLUUT6xIcEa5p-ouyVFjD5h0w/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sztLUUT6xIcEa5p-ouyVFjD5h0w/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/sztLUUT6xIcEa5p-ouyVFjD5h0w/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I read this BBC NEWS titled- &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/3643822.stm"&gt;Proof that Love at first Sight Exists&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. Well as usual I got my own point of view.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Do you believe in love at first sight? Personally, I don’t. I am not trying to say it can't happen, It could to some people but in my opinion it shouldn't happen. I wouldn't want anyone loving someone that they really didn't know, only to get their heart broken when it doesn’t work out or even more worst than just their heart being broken. I agree there can be a special attraction at first.&amp;nbsp;I think people confuse that chemical attraction we feel when we first meet someone we are super attracted to as love. This doesn't mean that it cannot turn into love. I just believe that love is something that has to be built on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQp091zIQ9Q/TyelZsSYNKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Rlpp-vZTkyY/s1600/love-at-first-sight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQp091zIQ9Q/TyelZsSYNKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Rlpp-vZTkyY/s320/love-at-first-sight.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;First of all, I don't think you can love somebody by just glancing at them. That’s me being practical and true. &amp;nbsp;For me, I believe to truly love someone you need to know them as a person. What they like, dislike, personality, what makes them smile or sad. You also have to like them for the little things they do, such as their habits. How can you tell all these things by looking at a person, I truly don’t get. Even if you stare at them for hours or stare deep into their gorgeous eyes for a long time, you still can’t know them that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmThiXwC9iE/TyelUQ8s8kI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bQnmcBvCsZk/s1600/love_at_first_sight_by_metadragonart-d3g4i2h.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="319" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YmThiXwC9iE/TyelUQ8s8kI/AAAAAAAAAOA/bQnmcBvCsZk/s320/love_at_first_sight_by_metadragonart-d3g4i2h.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; From my opinion, Love is not based on looks or what is on the outside. I absolutely believe that "Love is blind" because you need to know someone before you can even come close to loving them. What about blind people? They can't see people, so they have to get to know someone before they love them right? Because I totally think love is about getting to know the good and bad things and still liking them for those things. You simply can't judge a book by its cover. What if you love them when you first see them, then they turn into total.... jerks? &amp;nbsp;If just seeing someone instantly causes you to desire "a relationship with that person then you're probably hyper-sensitized and predisposed to feeling that way but to me I can’t say its love. Love has to be integrative and active; it's not only an emotion or thought, but it is a behavior with multiple domains (physical, emotional, cognitive, spiritual, etc.) interacting with each other. Something as simple as "first sight" can't explain something as complex as “Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQU9Agnb4NI/TyemcZD3VNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vwqDkKtWzks/s1600/493237.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YQU9Agnb4NI/TyemcZD3VNI/AAAAAAAAAOY/vwqDkKtWzks/s320/493237.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; I feel that you can meet someone that you aren't attracted to but as you get to know their personality. It could be the way they make you laugh or laugh at you. Then you become friends and develop a relationship and all of a sudden they seem cuter to your eyes. Just because you like them as a person, their appearance improves. What if your one truelove or soul mate is not your type and you don't bother to look at them? Not so cool right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5IDyJs6qNMQ/TyemZQwYvfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/fFu6ipAobXk/s1600/Love+at+First+Sight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5IDyJs6qNMQ/TyemZQwYvfI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/fFu6ipAobXk/s320/Love+at+First+Sight.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp; There are many more reasons why I don't believe in love at first sight, but I believe that two people can connect a few moments after meeting each other. &amp;nbsp;Lust at first sight.Yeah that definitely happens. &amp;nbsp;For some the equation is like this-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lust =/= love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like =/= love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Chemistry =/= love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Attraction =/= love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Intuition =/= love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don't cheapen the word "love" to every single reaction your body experiences.&amp;nbsp; It's a beautiful, deep feeling, sometimes heart-wrenching and it takes time to grow. I am sure there are a lot of people who believe they fell in love when they first saw someone. Best wishes to them :) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-2528202617594041069?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/lZaPQYKs77E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/2528202617594041069/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/01/bbc-proof-that-love-at-first-sight.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/2528202617594041069?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/2528202617594041069?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/lZaPQYKs77E/bbc-proof-that-love-at-first-sight.html" title="BBC-Proof that Love at first Sight Exists: A ramblers Point of View." /><author><name>Dekky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545363707631856387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aiXivLAlVY/TyrUalBdVwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Km4Bd77kDFY/s220/Picture%2B16.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WQp091zIQ9Q/TyelZsSYNKI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Rlpp-vZTkyY/s72-c/love-at-first-sight.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/01/bbc-proof-that-love-at-first-sight.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMMRns_eyp7ImA9WhRUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-6815747484293393569</id><published>2012-01-27T21:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T21:44:47.543+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T21:44:47.543+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="london eye" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="buckingham palace" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oxford circus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="London" /><title>Random Ramblings</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m3chuFC9567PH-lMP0a8FtHdfnM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m3chuFC9567PH-lMP0a8FtHdfnM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m3chuFC9567PH-lMP0a8FtHdfnM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/m3chuFC9567PH-lMP0a8FtHdfnM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Yeah, it's&amp;nbsp;Friday&amp;nbsp;and I am happy about that I can have the whole weekend off without worrying about school or patients. Don't get me wrong I like what I do but I hate being a student, but then who doesn't? Sometimes it definitely feels unbearable but&amp;nbsp;every time&amp;nbsp;I remember graduation is a few months away, I smile. :)&amp;nbsp;Ok enough of boring school stuff.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I've come to realize that I'm never ever going to adapt to cold. I mean never. My friend said if hell was cold it would be like Ternopil (it was -15 on that day). I totally agree with her, it has becoming so cold that my house can be compared to a fridge :( ....Times like this make me crave for home)...'home sweet home'. &amp;nbsp;So I've been pretty lazy lately, doing only video tags, well since a got nothing to do today I decided to just write a short update about what has been happening to and around me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bj3bJRuWogU/TyL5Wkgii3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/bKaPZaqtuaA/s1600/DSCN2023.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bj3bJRuWogU/TyL5Wkgii3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/bKaPZaqtuaA/s320/DSCN2023.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;House of Parliament&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Everything that happens in my life to me is a major thing so no matter how little people see it, for me those moments just count. I got back from England a few weeks ago, it was the best two weeks vacation ever. Mainly because I saw my family but also because I was able to see new things and experience a whole new country. I find the people very friendly and calm compared to here too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UyGMw-DlWFI/TyL6ZGDsNRI/AAAAAAAAANA/JxzKaLDsxOk/s1600/Buckingham-Palace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UyGMw-DlWFI/TyL6ZGDsNRI/AAAAAAAAANA/JxzKaLDsxOk/s320/Buckingham-Palace.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Buckingham Palace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; My cousins were able to take me around for a while before they went back to school and then I had to go out on my own afterwards. It wasn't easy :) I kinda got lost for like 3hrs...hehehe. Silly me.&amp;nbsp;I have a few pictures though, I got so caught up in the moments that I forgot to take pictures of myself :(&amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TBAed-dP88/TyL65xnaMwI/AAAAAAAAANI/a0hIUOzYu6U/s1600/DSCN2024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4TBAed-dP88/TyL65xnaMwI/AAAAAAAAANI/a0hIUOzYu6U/s320/DSCN2024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;London Eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I also met a friend that I happen to like ;) We spent time together and it was definitely memorable for me. (Typical me, I was shy all the way and couldn't say much...grrh I really need to loose that this year) I really like him plus he's got gorgeous eyes &amp;nbsp;;) and the hot&amp;nbsp;British&amp;nbsp;accent :) TMI ...LOL Silly me....I will stop there, bottom line- I had a fabulous time there. England will be seeing more of me in a few months.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uawa_X_A4YM/TyL7OJt2JII/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZnIWXr0drbY/s1600/oxford.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="193" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Uawa_X_A4YM/TyL7OJt2JII/AAAAAAAAANQ/ZnIWXr0drbY/s320/oxford.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Just a few days ago I did my Nigerian tag and there was this question -what is the most ridiculous question have you been asked about your culture? Well that ridiculous question for me came today when my landlords friend asked If I had an Elephant's trunk to sell to him 0_0 ...I was speechless...I mean Speech...LESS.. To crown it up he asked me If I was into Russian boys/girls....OMG...Hmmm pretty weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mGS1fTTFLCs/TyL9r-bsQvI/AAAAAAAAANY/GJ21OnExt4w/s1600/DSCN2021.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mGS1fTTFLCs/TyL9r-bsQvI/AAAAAAAAANY/GJ21OnExt4w/s320/DSCN2021.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Big Ben&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Anyways, not to write too much. I will stop here for now. I will hopefully write again soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;XO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dekky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-6815747484293393569?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/HAjCcWdHZqs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/6815747484293393569/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/01/random-ramblings.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/6815747484293393569?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/6815747484293393569?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/HAjCcWdHZqs/random-ramblings.html" title="Random Ramblings" /><author><name>Dekky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545363707631856387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aiXivLAlVY/TyrUalBdVwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Km4Bd77kDFY/s220/Picture%2B16.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bj3bJRuWogU/TyL5Wkgii3I/AAAAAAAAAM4/bKaPZaqtuaA/s72-c/DSCN2023.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/01/random-ramblings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEMCQ3Y7fip7ImA9WhRUGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-2310009766470028800</id><published>2012-01-26T21:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T21:47:42.806+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-29T21:47:42.806+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poem" /><title>Poetic Rambling: Free Verse</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iZfdm1r206Cypp_s4Ee-kmb0QVM/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iZfdm1r206Cypp_s4Ee-kmb0QVM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iZfdm1r206Cypp_s4Ee-kmb0QVM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iZfdm1r206Cypp_s4Ee-kmb0QVM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk3DjxCkwBo/TyWiJNoZxQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bJDT2PbcTUo/s1600/hey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk3DjxCkwBo/TyWiJNoZxQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bJDT2PbcTUo/s320/hey.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really like you and you like me too&lt;br /&gt;
There's something about you that makes you different&lt;br /&gt;
You're nice, kind, sweet and you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;
I think about you, before I go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever I think about you it makes me smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's been a few weeks since I've seen you&lt;br /&gt;
And I miss you a lot. I want to see you&lt;br /&gt;
So much has happened since,&lt;br /&gt;
The last time we saw each other,&lt;br /&gt;
We've both found out we liked each other&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I talk to you, I get these butterflies&lt;br /&gt;
Butterflies in my tummy and it's not funny&lt;br /&gt;
I can't help it, I feel so different now.&lt;br /&gt;
It's not a bad feeling, it's a good one&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to lose you now&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I haven't ever felt this way before&lt;br /&gt;
This feeling is so new to me.&lt;br /&gt;
But I like this feeling,&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes it doesn't feel real.&lt;br /&gt;
But then I talk to you and I know it is&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I never thought you would like me back,&lt;br /&gt;
But there was always this hope I had.&lt;br /&gt;
Then my dream came true, you liked me back.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to get hurt though,&lt;br /&gt;
And I am scared that maybe I will.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I still have these feelings for you,&lt;br /&gt;
I don't know if anything will change that.&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to expect anything&lt;br /&gt;
And then be disappointed in the end&lt;br /&gt;
But maybe something will happen with us&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Is it too early to fall for you?&lt;br /&gt;
If I fall for you, would you catch me?&lt;br /&gt;
Because I don't want to fall for you&lt;br /&gt;
And lose everything because you didn't catch me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But I like you now and you like me...&lt;br /&gt;
And maybe that's the way it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;
"I like you" is never too early to say&lt;br /&gt;
But you never know what can happen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-2310009766470028800?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/8cHWvRly_ps" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/2310009766470028800/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/01/poetic-rambling-free-verse.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/2310009766470028800?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/2310009766470028800?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/8cHWvRly_ps/poetic-rambling-free-verse.html" title="Poetic Rambling: Free Verse" /><author><name>Dekky</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10545363707631856387</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1aiXivLAlVY/TyrUalBdVwI/AAAAAAAAAPg/Km4Bd77kDFY/s220/Picture%2B16.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Nk3DjxCkwBo/TyWiJNoZxQI/AAAAAAAAAN4/bJDT2PbcTUo/s72-c/hey.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/01/poetic-rambling-free-verse.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8ESXk_fip7ImA9WhRUGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-1828840711465814617</id><published>2012-01-26T19:19:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T15:13:28.746+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-29T15:13:28.746+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Love and relationship" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Ex" /><title>Love and Relationships: A Ramblers point of view.</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iEWz-bj4duObF0xIurVuJAC-vQs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iEWz-bj4duObF0xIurVuJAC-vQs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iEWz-bj4duObF0xIurVuJAC-vQs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iEWz-bj4duObF0xIurVuJAC-vQs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If someone wants you, nothing can keep them away.&amp;nbsp; If they don't want you, nothing can make them stay either.&amp;nbsp; So stop making excuses for a man/woman and his/her behavior. Allow your intuition (or spirit) to save you from heartache.&amp;nbsp; Trying to change yourselves for a relationship that's not meant to be will only end up hurting you, the truth is never live your life for anyone before you find what makes you truly happy. Slower is better.&amp;nbsp;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jqKLNnaiWsU/TyOxUHoc1uI/AAAAAAAAANg/K5zGG_-lmjQ/s1600/interracial+hand+heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jqKLNnaiWsU/TyOxUHoc1uI/AAAAAAAAANg/K5zGG_-lmjQ/s320/interracial+hand+heart.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;If a relationship ended once because your partner was not treating you as you deserve then “heck no, you can't be in it again." I’m not saying don’t be friends with an ex who didn't treat you well, &amp;nbsp;because I believe that when you hold resentment towards another person, you are bound to that person by an emotional link that is stronger than steel. Forgiveness is the only way to dissolve that link and get free. I'm a big advocate for forgiveness.&amp;nbsp;All I’m saying is-don't settle for them because of that. If you feel like he/she is stringing you along, then they probably are.&amp;nbsp; Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things were not better; in the long run the only person you can control in a relationship is you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dHPDSGRxgY/TyOxd9RoARI/AAAAAAAAANo/2fxmLKocb3I/s1600/luv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1dHPDSGRxgY/TyOxd9RoARI/AAAAAAAAANo/2fxmLKocb3I/s320/luv.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
If something bothers you in your relationship, speak up.&amp;nbsp; As much as you can’t change anyone’s behavior forcefully, always be open in any relationship you find yourself. Always keep in mind that change comes from within and love is all about compromise, but you shouldn’t be the one doing all the bending because compromise is a two-way street.&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; Enough of letting a relationship define who you are, but rather you and your partner should give a meaning to the special ties you share. Never ever make the mistake of borrowing or loving someone else's partner because if they cheated with you, they can definitely cheat on you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JUu-jMSyURs/TyOxmhdlnpI/AAAAAAAAANw/2cNhz8obey8/s1600/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JUu-jMSyURs/TyOxmhdlnpI/AAAAAAAAANw/2cNhz8obey8/s320/love.jpg" width="256" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One thing I’ve learnt from experience is that you need time to heal between relationships; there is nothing cute about baggage. Deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship; no one wants to love someone who is still stuck on someone else. Yes, absolutely no one. From my own point of view you should never look for someone to COMPLETE you. Hey before you get me wrong, what I mean is this- relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals and I would rather have someone complementary than supplementary.&amp;nbsp; But what do I know I’m not a love guru, I’m just another girl sharing her opinion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;XO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dekky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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