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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAFSHc5eCp7ImA9WhRUGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955</id><updated>2012-01-31T10:31:59.920+02:00</updated><category term="Tag" /><category term="buckingham palace" /><category term="Mad" /><category term="Pidgin English" /><category term="poem" /><category term="magic forest" /><category term="Love and relationship" /><category term="cookies" /><category term="ebay" /><category term="Friends" /><category term="&quot;" /><category term="Thanksgiving" /><category term="London" /><category term="betrayal" /><category term="valentine's day" /><category term="london eye" /><category term="Life" /><category term="whispers" /><category term="about me" /><category term="mother nature" /><category term="Ex" /><category term="excerpts" /><category term="men" /><category term="guitar" /><category term="model" /><category term="Nigerian Tag" /><category term="sculpt" /><category term="love" /><category term="dance" /><category term="oxford circus" /><category term="Love at first sight" /><title>Unstructured Ramblings Of A Reformed Poet</title><subtitle type="html">Life,poetry and spoken words from a ramblers point of view. I just want to be totally upfront with my readers…I have a very deep side… a side that appreciates beauty in everyday things. Big things and little things capture my attention – cause it doesn’t matter how small a thing is I can still see it, even if my doctors keep telling me I’m imagining them all. And with any luck I will inspire you to take a trip to my white ramblings… even if it was just for some seconds.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>49</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/ppzzS" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/ppzzs" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><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="0 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.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>0</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.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="0 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.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>0</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;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-1828840711465814617?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/LnVSAxLEMk4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/1828840711465814617/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/01/love-and-relationships-ramblers-point.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/1828840711465814617?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/1828840711465814617?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/LnVSAxLEMk4/love-and-relationships-ramblers-point.html" title="Love and Relationships: 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jqKLNnaiWsU/TyOxUHoc1uI/AAAAAAAAANg/K5zGG_-lmjQ/s72-c/interracial+hand+heart.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/01/love-and-relationships-ramblers-point.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIDRHc7fCp7ImA9WhRUF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-5419440291544783603</id><published>2012-01-25T15:55:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T12:29:35.904+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-28T12:29:35.904+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Pidgin English" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nigerian Tag" /><title>Nigerian Tag</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bXpRNWGyoNBOVdqh6GtdNpmhm9o/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bXpRNWGyoNBOVdqh6GtdNpmhm9o/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/bXpRNWGyoNBOVdqh6GtdNpmhm9o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/bXpRNWGyoNBOVdqh6GtdNpmhm9o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So this is my Nigerian Tag, the questions are not much so it's kinda short :). &amp;nbsp;I have to do away with the word 'basically' ...I just realized that I keep saying it for no reason at all 0_0..&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XyUuod4P33HltTevS3_PqaZCgwQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/XyUuod4P33HltTevS3_PqaZCgwQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The questions:&lt;br /&gt;
1. What's your favourite ice cream?&lt;br /&gt;
2. Are you a morning person?&lt;br /&gt;
3. Are you athletic?&lt;br /&gt;
4. Who was your first love?&lt;br /&gt;
5. What scares you?&lt;br /&gt;
6. Have you ever been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;
7. What's your favourite colour?&lt;br /&gt;
8. What's your favourite candy/sweet?&lt;br /&gt;
9. Do you collect anything?&lt;br /&gt;
10. What year are you in school?&lt;br /&gt;
11. Do you have any pets?&lt;br /&gt;
12. Have you ever witnessed death?&lt;br /&gt;
13. Have you given to charity?&lt;br /&gt;
14. Would you rather call or text?&lt;br /&gt;
15. What's your favourite animal?&lt;br /&gt;
16. Would you rather be cheated on or cheated with?&lt;br /&gt;
17. Do you have any role models?&lt;br /&gt;
18. What TV shows do you watch?&lt;br /&gt;
19. Do you like to read?&lt;br /&gt;
20. What was the last movie you watched in theatres/the cinema?&lt;br /&gt;
21. What's your favourite Disney film?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-8676588911666610363?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/_Jdt1tuSPIA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/8676588911666610363/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/01/i-was-asked-to-do-this-21-questions-tag.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/8676588911666610363?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/8676588911666610363?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/_Jdt1tuSPIA/i-was-asked-to-do-this-21-questions-tag.html" title="" /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/01/i-was-asked-to-do-this-21-questions-tag.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEFSHY6eCp7ImA9WhRUE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-8644755621387162555</id><published>2012-01-23T16:04:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T16:06:59.810+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-23T16:06:59.810+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="about me" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tag" /><title>About me 'Tag'</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_i6a1RwC6aYxv7ziRn-g6H-Bh3E/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_i6a1RwC6aYxv7ziRn-g6H-Bh3E/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; line-height: 18px;"&gt;This is an excerpt from a story I'm writing.... :) This is an Unedited and Unfinished Manuscript, so constructive criticism will be appreciated...Enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 18px;"&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;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mad Dance of Sane Men&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; It is true that those who dance are thought mad by those who cannot hear the music. This is a story of Dave, John and Anita and how their fate tells us that life is more than what we can see. So many things have left me untouched but this is a twist in time.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;PROLOGUE&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Who would have thought that a walk on a chilly Friday evening would change her life, not even a soothsayer at this point could outlook the fate in front of her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She loves walking on the lonely street of Manhattan. Feeling the breeze blow against her face as she searched the solitude within, this was something she did every day. Rex was busy wagging his tail in a happy mood as he looked for a place to do his business. Not that she cared though. It was indeed a beautiful evening, but her heart had its own gloom.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She stared down at her left hands half wishing the shinning Diamond wasn't looking back at her, but there it was hanging beautifully on her third finger.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Why doesn't it feel right" she muttered. That caught Rex’s attention and he beautifully ran to her as if to comfort her. That brought a chuckle to her throat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Facing the spaniel she said to him "I really wanted to settle down you know, finally I get what I want but my world still seems to be falling apart”. One would have thought the puppy could hear her.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
John had proposed to her yesterday, she had been looking forward to this day but she was far from excited now. She couldn't put up with this. She knew she had always been an accessory but it doesn't just feel right anymore. She needs a safe family. Now she feels like her soul truly connects with Dave instead, but now when she needs him so much he is nowhere to be found.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“What was she expecting him to do” she sighed. Dave had loved her whole heartedly, but all she wanted was just friendship. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;“I wish I just knew where to find you, Dave”&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rex whined at her looking like all he wanted her to know is that everything is going to be fine. At-least she wished.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was just about to take him under the shade were they always spent time playing when she heard the horns. It was too late. She blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"She is awake" a fat woman in an over-sized white gown shouted.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She turned drowsily as she felt a sharp pain to her spine "Where am I”?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A young woman with a stethoscope walked gracefully into the room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"I am glad you are awake Ms.... it has been 3days" She said with sincerity.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What the heck are they talking about? Her heart screamed for an explanation.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"She looks blank" the fat woman whispered to the younger one annoyingly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The younger woman who she perceived to be a doctor turned to her "Ms, you have been in a coma for a while now, thank goodness you are awake now”.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Struggling to get up she replied "Ok, but can you quit calling me Ms...That isn't my name you know”.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'We would have known that if we had your records, but you were brought it by some Good Samaritan who knows nothing about you’.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"My name is....." She thought longer than usual. Another trial "My name is.......”. All of a sudden it dawned on her that she doesn't even know who she was let alone where she lived. This wasn't happening.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fat woman who she finally concluded was an auxiliary nurse went to a corner with the young Doctor. Their words were not audible enough for her. They turned back to her and this time around the Doctor had sadness to her face.&lt;br /&gt;
"I am afraid you might be having Amnesia".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Amne-What..? "&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"It is a state of ...."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Interrupting abruptly "I know the meaning. No ....No way. I know who I am."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doctor replied hastily “Not that it has been confirmed though, we have to do some test to be sure”.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Her mind was somewhere else. When did all this happen? She tried remembering anything before the accident. Nothing came. She shifted uncomfortably, only then did she see the sparkling stone calling for her attention. At that moment she knew one thing for sure. She did not like the ring and she didn't like her past life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&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; line-height: 115%;"&gt;******************************************************************&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&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;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;CHAPTER 1&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;He was so tired.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;For how long is this going to continue? John thought as he walked to his room rubbing his chin.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Everywhere was in darkness and he could hear the squeak of his shoes on the ground. He looked around hoping to find someone around, none.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;‘How did all this happen?’ He said aloud. I came out first class in school, nice Job but I feel so miserable.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;A frown marred his eyebrow. ‘I have to do something, something spontaneous. Turning he strode across the bed to get a good night rest.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sleep. He really didn’t feel like sleeping. He was looking forward to what tomorrow will bring.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;**********&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;‘Thanks, Annie; I don’t know what I will do without you.’ He smiled down at her with eyes glowing like a boy opening his Christmas gift.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Anita’s eyes lowered to hide the pain in her eyes. She had been hoping that Dave wouldn’t fall in love with her, but one glance at him she knew how wrong she was. Hiding her pain beneath a bright smile, she took his hands into hers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Hey, you deserve this, Dave- you are such a good friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;‘But was he good for her’.&amp;nbsp; Anita pondered. She hated herself when she has one of these disloyal thoughts.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;‘I have to go Annie’. Dave said hurriedly, carrying his briefcase.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;‘Yes, we will see later tonight right?’ She dispelled the thoughts in her head. She was going to do it tonight. She was going to break his heart, she never really meant for this to happen. The friendship was going so well and she thought she had it under control.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;‘Bye’ He said kissing her on the cheek.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Her mind strayed as she bolted the lock. ‘I am not ready for commitment, I don’t even know what love is’.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;She stepped into the tub and buried herself beneath the soothing warm water.’ I sure need this Vacation’ she muttered allowing her mind go blank.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; border: none; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; mso-border-bottom-alt: dotted windowtext 3.0pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;She was late for her flight, she had spent so much time daydreaming in the bathroom that she lost track of time. Traffic was very heavy now and airport is just few yards away but there was no way she would leave her car along the way.&amp;nbsp; She broke into relief as the cars in front of her moved away; she sped along the road, checking her time every thirty seconds.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;She made it right on time. Once inside the plane she searched for her seat, it was by the window like she asked. Slipping through to her seat, she peered out the windows. She could see part of the cabin crew down below the right wing of the plane laughing about something. This brought lots of thoughts to her head. Was she unhappy? Her life was not going as she planned.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Five years ago, on her twenty first birthday she had been pretty sure she will be married and happy by now but here she is , lonely and sad.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;‘Good thoughts! Good thoughts’ she muttered silently&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;‘Excuse me, where you talking to me’ It was a man’s voice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Annie was so deep in her thoughts that she hadn’t even noticed that the seat beside her was now filled.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;She replied hastily ‘No No I was just doing some mumblings to myself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;‘Oh, I do that too’ He said while fumbling with his safety belt. He introduced himself as John and she told him he could call her Annie like all her friends do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;She couldn’t understand why she felt comfortable with John the first time. It usually takes time for her to adjust to new people; maybe it was because he was handsome in a different kind of way. She knew many heavily built and handsome men including Dave, but his was different, he looked mysteriously charming. She blushed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;John was used to getting so much attention from women, but Annie was pretty beyond words, he could see her pretty shimmering long legs below the Mini skirt. His stomach fluttered. Strange thing, she didn’t give much attention to him like other women do. He knew at that moment he liked her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit; line-height: 115%;"&gt;They didn’t utter a word to each other throughout the one hour flight. They both felt the tension between them. This is going to be a fun vacation.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;I live in abundance of grace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Don’t even have to pick up my pace&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Coz in God I don't got to earn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;But open my heart and willing to learn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;I know the world thinks I'm crazy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Even my friends think it’s lazy &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;I know he’s the God of all history&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;I don’t care if to them it’s mystery&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;To love something so amazing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;But I’m just gonna kip praising&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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"&gt;You see the world promotes self&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Whereas my bible tells me itself&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;I’m righteous not by what I DO&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;But by the blood that cleaned me full&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Why then should I walk in darkness?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;When Jesus brought me to awareness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;So when people tell me to stop talking&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Of why my life is so working&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;I just wanna scream and tell them&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;I’m only here because I confessed him&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&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"&gt;So if you’ve got a problem with me declaring&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;That christ is the king I confide in&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;I’m not even gonna judge you or crucify you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;I’d rather give you the word to see through&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;You know life in the kingdom is wisdom&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Not a religion with division.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;We are all one body in Christ&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;That’s the only way to unite&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;So if I’m happy I’m a redeem&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;That’s coz of a God so supreme.&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="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-6030538699741999119?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/apQWcMi0cDI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/6030538699741999119/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/01/random-white-ramblings.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/6030538699741999119?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/6030538699741999119?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/apQWcMi0cDI/random-white-ramblings.html" title="Random White 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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2012/01/random-white-ramblings.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUCSXc8eSp7ImA9WhRXE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-1713174939233766741</id><published>2011-12-19T18:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T18:31:08.971+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T18:31:08.971+02:00</app:edited><title>Jessy J Who you are with lyrics.</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0ltyPrpUToqS5itUcZxTWlqYVGs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0ltyPrpUToqS5itUcZxTWlqYVGs/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;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://2.gvt0.com/vi/Q_pnFhFjNtY/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q_pnFhFjNtY&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/Q_pnFhFjNtY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I stare at my reflection in the mirror:&lt;br /&gt;
"Why am I doing this to myself?"&lt;br /&gt;
Losing my mind on a tiny error,&lt;br /&gt;
I nearly left the real me on the shelf.&lt;br /&gt;
No, no, no, no, no...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,&lt;br /&gt;
It's okay not to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,&lt;br /&gt;
Just be true to who you are!&lt;br /&gt;
(who you are [x11])&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Brushing my hair, do I look perfect?&lt;br /&gt;
I forgot what to do to fit the mold, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;
The more I try the less it's working, yeah&lt;br /&gt;
'Cause everything inside me screams&lt;br /&gt;
No, no, no, no, no...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,&lt;br /&gt;
It's okay not to be okay.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;
But tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,&lt;br /&gt;
There's nothing wrong with who you are!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, no's, egos, fake shows, like WHOA!&lt;br /&gt;
Just go, and leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;
Real talk, real life, good love, goodnight,&lt;br /&gt;
With a smile, that's my home!&lt;br /&gt;
That's my home, no...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, no, no, no, no...&lt;br /&gt;
Don't lose who you are in the blur of the stars!&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing is deceiving, dreaming is believing,&lt;br /&gt;
It's okay not to be okay...&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes it's hard to follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;
Tears don't mean you're losing, everybody's bruising,&lt;br /&gt;
Just be true to who you are!&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah yeah yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-1713174939233766741?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/kWyNBS5KEKc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/1713174939233766741/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/12/jessy-j-who-you-are-with-lyrics.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/1713174939233766741?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/1713174939233766741?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/kWyNBS5KEKc/jessy-j-who-you-are-with-lyrics.html" title="Jessy J Who you are with lyrics." /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/12/jessy-j-who-you-are-with-lyrics.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8DSXc-cSp7ImA9WhRUF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-6212889334006344693</id><published>2011-11-24T09:46:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T09:47:58.959+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-28T09:47:58.959+02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thanksgiving" /><title>What I'm Thankful for</title><content type="html">
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&amp;nbsp; Gratitude is something that I’ve overlooked my entire life; I’ve always wanted more than I’ve had, and I’ve always strived to be my best in everything that I’ve ever done. However, I’ve always ended up being grateful for the small things that I have the pleasure of enjoying when I’m feeling my best. As they say – you don’t know what you have until it’s gone, and I certainly have learnt to appreciate the good times more and more.&amp;nbsp; I am thankful for so many things and have lived what I consider a very blessed life. It’s just that sometimes I never really have the words. I guess I’m not good at sentiment fortunately I have written another thanksgiving note this year stating few of all those things I’m thankful for but never get to chance to say because people think they fall below the threshold of things that are really important in life. Hopefully your Thanksgiving holiday is spent celebrating those more important things, but now you can join me in being thankful for everything else that we might otherwise take for granted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m thankful &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;To God for the Gift of life, and how far he has brought me. I couldn’t just do it on my own. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I’m grateful that I can hear well and see well. Most of all for great health .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&amp;nbsp;My Family, for encouraging me all through the year. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I’m grateful that I was raised right and am a good person because of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;A wonderful Flat mate who has made living here feel like home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;For friends and acquaintances who have stuck by me and giving me good counsel when I needed it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I’m grateful that I’ve made the right decision hundreds of times.&amp;nbsp;I’m grateful that I’ve made the wrong decision thousands of times, and learned from them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I’m grateful that I know I’ll be able to make my dreams come true… It’s only a matter of ‘when’, not ‘if’.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;That I have everything I need – food, clothes, shelter…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;That I’m a thinker at heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;That I have not had a major tragedy strike me or my family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;For all the things I want to say but too much to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-indent: -.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; mso-bidi-font-family: Wingdings; mso-fareast-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;Ø&lt;span style="font: 7.0pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;I’m actually thankful for these things&amp;nbsp;every&amp;nbsp;day. I know I missed things. That’s the point. There’s no end to our giving of thanks to such a giving God! So may God help us be more thankful and more giving all year long!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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YES!&lt;br /&gt;
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Well My absolute favourite part about proposal stories is “the moment” - he asks you to marry him and you find out those words couldn’t stay locked in his head any more. I love it! I think every proposal has its whimsical dream.&lt;br /&gt;
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What if you have always dreamt of that fairytale proposal...romantic setting, gorgeous ring.... and then one day you were watching tv and he asked you to marry him. He didn't even get down on one knee! WHAT WOULD YOU DO?? DISAPPOINTED MAYBE? Well I strongly  think your happiness should come above all and I believe if you truely love him, and all other issues aside, you would be happy and glow in the excitement of planning your upcoming wedding....&lt;br /&gt;
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As for me I don't exactly have a "dream" proposal&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-9104400151445516187?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/WFP0MXNYyGc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/9104400151445516187/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/10/perfect-proposal.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/9104400151445516187?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/9104400151445516187?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/WFP0MXNYyGc/perfect-proposal.html" title="Perfect Proposal" /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qAY4PTbFVHc/TqWOJCLRCJI/AAAAAAAAALA/N607QtXP1R4/s72-c/Disney.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/10/perfect-proposal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4FQ384eip7ImA9WhdVFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-3135402740675851684</id><published>2011-09-21T07:55:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T07:55:12.132+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-21T07:55:12.132+03:00</app:edited><title>God is my Boss</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eFQjms8_ikgX8F4oGwWmePBS-rA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eFQjms8_ikgX8F4oGwWmePBS-rA/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/eFQjms8_ikgX8F4oGwWmePBS-rA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/eFQjms8_ikgX8F4oGwWmePBS-rA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;God is my real Boss, and I shall not want.&lt;br /&gt;
He gives me peace, when chaos is all around me.&lt;br /&gt;
He gently reminds me to pray before I speak&lt;br /&gt;
And to do all things without murmuring and complaining.&lt;br /&gt;
He reminds me that He is my Source and not my job.&lt;br /&gt;
He restores my sanity every day and guides my decisions&lt;br /&gt;
That I might honor Him in everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;
Even though I face absurd amounts of emails, system crashes,&lt;br /&gt;
Unrealistic deadlines, budget cutbacks, gossiping friends,&lt;br /&gt;
Discriminating people and a body that does not&lt;br /&gt;
cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;
Every morning, I will not stop for He is with me!&lt;br /&gt;
His presence, His peace, and His power will see me through.&lt;br /&gt;
He raises me up, even when they fail to promote me.&lt;br /&gt;
He claims me as His own, even when the company&lt;br /&gt;
Threatens to let me go.&lt;br /&gt;
His faithfulness and love are better then any bonus checks.&lt;br /&gt;
His retirement plan beats every 401K there is.&lt;br /&gt;
When it is all said and done, I will be working for Him&lt;br /&gt;
A whole lot longer, and for that,&lt;br /&gt;
I bless His name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-3135402740675851684?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/elzacu6moBM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/3135402740675851684/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/09/god-is-my-boss.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/3135402740675851684?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/3135402740675851684?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/elzacu6moBM/god-is-my-boss.html" title="God is my Boss" /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/09/god-is-my-boss.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGSHc-eyp7ImA9WhdQF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-3605366268666608913</id><published>2011-08-19T07:28:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-19T07:28:49.953+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-19T07:28:49.953+03:00</app:edited><title>Maybe</title><content type="html">
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OZacwZI4c53Ad1hfhqcuARyByv4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/OZacwZI4c53Ad1hfhqcuARyByv4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reqC8ncqQDk/Tk3lyrbtaEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/maG9LcbHgN0/s1600/maybe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" width="242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reqC8ncqQDk/Tk3lyrbtaEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/maG9LcbHgN0/s320/maybe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe. . .we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe . . . when the door of happiness closes, another opens; but, often times, we look so long at the closed door that we don’t even see the new one which has been opened for us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe . . . it is true that we don’t know what we have until we lose it, but it is also true that we don’t know what we have been missing until it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe . . . the happiest of people don’t necessarily have the best of everything; they just make the most of everything that comes along their way.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe . . . the brightest future will always be based on a forgotten past; after all, you can’t go on successfully in life until you let go of your past mistakes, failures and heartaches.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe . . . you should dream what you want to dream; go where you want to go, be what you want to be, because you have only one life and one chance to do all the things you dream of, and want to do.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe . . . there are moments in life when you miss someone — a parent, a spouse, a friend, a child — so much that you just want to pick them from your dreams and hug them for real, so that once they are around you appreciate them more.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe . . . the best kind of friend is the kind you can sit on a porch and swing with, never say a word, and then walk away feeling like it was the best conversation you’ve ever had.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe . . you should always try to put yourself in others’ shoes. If you feel that something could hurt you, it probably will hurt the other person, too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe . . you should do something nice for someone every single day, even if it is simply to leave them alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe . . . giving someone all your love is never an assurance that they will love you back. Don’t expect love in return; just wait for it to grow in their heart; but, if it doesn’t, be content that it grew in yours.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe . . . happiness waits for all those who cry, all those who hurt, all those who have searched, and all those who have tried, for only they can appreciate the importance of all the people who have touched their lives.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe . . . you shouldn’t go for looks; they can deceive; don’t go for wealth; even that fades away. Go for someone who makes you smile, because it takes only a smile to make a dark day seem bright. Find the one that makes your heart smile.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe . . you should hope for enough happiness to make you sweet, enough trials to make you strong, enough sorrow to keep you human, and enough hope to make you happy.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe . . . you should try to live your life to the fullest because when you were born, you were crying and everyone around you was smiling but when you die, you can be the one who is smiling and everyone around you crying.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe this message is for those who mean something to you,those who have touched your life,those who can and do make you smile when you really need it, those who make you see the brighter side of things when you are really down, and to all those whom you want to know that you appreciate them and their friendship.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
N.B: This is a message that a friend sent to me, just decided to post on my blog, I don't get the credit :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-3605366268666608913?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/HMyYbcL-mh0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/3605366268666608913/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/08/maybe.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/3605366268666608913?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/3605366268666608913?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/HMyYbcL-mh0/maybe.html" title="Maybe" /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-reqC8ncqQDk/Tk3lyrbtaEI/AAAAAAAAAKU/maG9LcbHgN0/s72-c/maybe.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/08/maybe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQAR34-fCp7ImA9WhdSEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-2278606595386424886</id><published>2011-07-21T21:19:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T21:19:06.054+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-21T21:19:06.054+03:00</app:edited><title>YEARS AGO</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kRLOOFym6p-OukMIBi_VZzuz5GE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kRLOOFym6p-OukMIBi_VZzuz5GE/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/kRLOOFym6p-OukMIBi_VZzuz5GE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kRLOOFym6p-OukMIBi_VZzuz5GE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h1&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 21px; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJN-LxVmMNw/TihtUAmd7ZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Pgt4dcBRZm8/s1600/RedemptionFirst.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJN-LxVmMNw/TihtUAmd7ZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Pgt4dcBRZm8/s1600/RedemptionFirst.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Years ago when I met you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I was thinking all about me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Months apart you showed me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Why it has to be about us&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I still did not comprehend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;You were willing to apprehend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;My human self felt limited&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Your spirit made me rooted&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Years ago as I moved on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I was thinking how I got here&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Moments apart you told me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I was here because I chose you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;People might not understand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;How he took me from quicksand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;My inner self thus appreciate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;How your embrace made me great&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Years ago I read about me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I was thinking all these is you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Seconds apart you said to me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;If I abide in you then I will see more&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I continued in your glory&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And dwelled in you daily&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;My life spawned up mysteries&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;That made the world’s history&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Years ago was halfway through time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I’m here still thinking it through&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;Blinks apart you made me know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;With you I’ll thresh more mountains&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;I am living this life of joy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And soaking with peace I enjoy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;And years to come it will be unfold&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-2278606595386424886?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/eVjyVzl1ulM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/2278606595386424886/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/years-ago.html#comment-form" title="8 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/2278606595386424886?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/2278606595386424886?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/eVjyVzl1ulM/years-ago.html" title="YEARS AGO" /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dJN-LxVmMNw/TihtUAmd7ZI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Pgt4dcBRZm8/s72-c/RedemptionFirst.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/years-ago.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AMQHk9cCp7ImA9WhdSEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-9065852606166307049</id><published>2011-07-21T21:08:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T21:09:41.768+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-21T21:09:41.768+03:00</app:edited><title>THE DAWN OF THE SUN</title><content type="html">
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Still straying in the dark I ponder&lt;br /&gt;
I was just a renegade in wonder&lt;br /&gt;
All was wrong, and time in haste&lt;br /&gt;
Life was stuck and all a waste&lt;br /&gt;
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Still fuming in my thoughts, I hurt&lt;br /&gt;
I was just another soul that’s lost&lt;br /&gt;
Now I’m in harm and tears have come&lt;br /&gt;
The soul will calm then peace will horn&lt;br /&gt;
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The wind will blow as strong as storm&lt;br /&gt;
And thunder rolls as lion in roar&lt;br /&gt;
Now sun abounds with much delight&lt;br /&gt;
The dark absconds like fall of night&lt;br /&gt;
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Grace now drops like rain in spring&lt;br /&gt;
Mercy now soars like eagles with wing&lt;br /&gt;
Angels rejoice like a mother with child&lt;br /&gt;
Spirit abides like the ocean with tide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-9065852606166307049?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/7VYL36PRKKw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/9065852606166307049/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/dawn-of-sun.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/9065852606166307049?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/9065852606166307049?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/7VYL36PRKKw/dawn-of-sun.html" title="THE DAWN OF THE SUN" /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1Wnu7_byXCw/TihrXJFi2pI/AAAAAAAAAJE/h9Wwkxqa5-E/s72-c/dark_sun_dawn.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/dawn-of-sun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IASHw5cSp7ImA9WhdSEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-5985934300470386562</id><published>2011-07-21T21:05:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T21:05:49.229+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-21T21:05:49.229+03:00</app:edited><title>The awakening</title><content type="html">
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Many times the clock goes round, sometimes the world hold still &lt;br /&gt;
She can hear the tiny little drops coming out of the rusted tap&lt;br /&gt;
Blood rushing down her cheeks as it does every cloudy Friday&lt;br /&gt;
Popping veins throbbing like the anger of a fiery eyed monster&lt;br /&gt;
Something he had never seen before, His heart pounded fast&lt;br /&gt;
He knew this was the time; he could do nothing about it now&lt;br /&gt;
She eagerly pounds on the cage waiting to see the bright light &lt;br /&gt;
Awaiting her at the other end, she doesn’t belong in this place&lt;br /&gt;
He pondered on what to do, to die by the sword of his creation&lt;br /&gt;
Or to have his hand stained by the dark red blood of his very love&lt;br /&gt;
Feet growing bigger than her head, she was so thirsty for life&lt;br /&gt;
Before he could even think twice she was standing all over him&lt;br /&gt;
Shoulders pinned to the ground he could feel her very claws&lt;br /&gt;
Clasped to his shoulder blade, he knew this was the very end&lt;br /&gt;
He could feel the chills as blood soaked his Milky white coat&lt;br /&gt;
She couldn’t stop herself; some part of her knew him so well&lt;br /&gt;
But another part just wanted to smell the stench of his death&lt;br /&gt;
One more glance at it, he smiled as life sipped out of him&lt;br /&gt;
Then came a new being, one who rattled with great wrath&lt;br /&gt;
This is the predicted time, the awakening of a new being.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-5985934300470386562?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/caGqSFXxZBw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/5985934300470386562/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/awakening.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/5985934300470386562?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/5985934300470386562?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/caGqSFXxZBw/awakening.html" title="The awakening" /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qnZ7QJYzM_k/TihqR7zMCpI/AAAAAAAAAI0/vdj1IY3lIVI/s72-c/the%2Bawakening%2BWallpaper__yvt2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/awakening.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UDRnkyfip7ImA9WhdSEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-8115383397401611683</id><published>2011-07-21T20:58:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T21:01:17.796+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-21T21:01:17.796+03:00</app:edited><title>ROSE COLORED GLASSES</title><content type="html">
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Warmth blew in with the icy cold winter wind&lt;br /&gt;
It smelt like the bitter taste of brown honey&lt;br /&gt;
Stinging feeling that felt extremely pleasant&lt;br /&gt;
Something’s are worth looking at&lt;br /&gt;
Through a rose colored glasses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-8115383397401611683?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/ncV5DAxFKfg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/8115383397401611683/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/rose-colored-glasses.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/8115383397401611683?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/8115383397401611683?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/ncV5DAxFKfg/rose-colored-glasses.html" title="ROSE COLORED GLASSES" /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-JbcxqYIRwtg/TihpPn_TmHI/AAAAAAAAAIs/eQCktfsJT24/s72-c/rose-colored-glasses.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/rose-colored-glasses.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4FRH0zcSp7ImA9WhdSEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-4071999779454109200</id><published>2011-07-21T20:53:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T20:55:15.389+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-21T20:55:15.389+03:00</app:edited><title>OSHUN: AFRICAN BEAUTY</title><content type="html">
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Oh gracious mother of waters&lt;br /&gt;
beautiful woman has come&lt;br /&gt;
queen of joy pleasing to thy king&lt;br /&gt;
Oh green eyed silent beauty&lt;br /&gt;
Voice as sweet as a kind heart&lt;br /&gt;
Eye brows as straight as an arrow&lt;br /&gt;
Oh great mediator of divine&lt;br /&gt;
Fingers coated with melted gold&lt;br /&gt;
Shaped with a swan like neck&lt;br /&gt;
Oh princess among many others&lt;br /&gt;
Resolute cheeks steady as gaze&lt;br /&gt;
Gleaming hair with black locks&lt;br /&gt;
Oh goddess as capable as a king&lt;br /&gt;
lips as bright as berry fondant&lt;br /&gt;
Eyes outlined with silver glimmer&lt;br /&gt;
Oh daughter dark and comely&lt;br /&gt;
Legs long like the harvestman&lt;br /&gt;
Waist as round as a circle&lt;br /&gt;
Oh queen of beauty and devotion&lt;br /&gt;
Won respect in history of goddess&lt;br /&gt;
As most beautiful in your time&lt;br /&gt;
Remembered for beauty and power&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-4071999779454109200?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/voeCcZechR8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/4071999779454109200/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/oshun-african-beauty.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/4071999779454109200?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/4071999779454109200?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/voeCcZechR8/oshun-african-beauty.html" title="OSHUN: AFRICAN BEAUTY" /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4WliUmAp1ck/Tihn_rgwf5I/AAAAAAAAAIU/g6VnntyZn2M/s72-c/oshun-carla-nickerson.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/oshun-african-beauty.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08DQ34_fyp7ImA9WhdSEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-1347949847608458349</id><published>2011-07-20T22:24:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:24:32.047+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-20T22:24:32.047+03:00</app:edited><title>MY REGRETS</title><content type="html">
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I wish I had met you when the skies where blue&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I wasn’t healing from the bleeding scars&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I waited when I knew I started too early&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I waited a while, and then I would have met you&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I had the courage to face my feelings earlier&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I never had to make you shed those tears&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I never told you to love me just as a friend&lt;br /&gt;
I wish I had waited; maybe you will be right here&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you could see through my very white soul&lt;br /&gt;
I wish you were mine just like the sun in the sky&lt;br /&gt;
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I pray you get to see the brightness in my love&lt;br /&gt;
I pray you forgive me for the silence in my heart&lt;br /&gt;
I pray you see we are two roads that never end&lt;br /&gt;
I pray you see we will make it through the storm&lt;br /&gt;
I pray you grow into me as I draw into your world&lt;br /&gt;
I pray you see that I will love you even when wrong&lt;br /&gt;
I pray you see that loving you is the perfect hope&lt;br /&gt;
I pray you hear the throbbing whispers in your heart&lt;br /&gt;
I pray this story ends with the blessings of heaven&lt;br /&gt;
I pray for forever as not just as a friend but my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-1347949847608458349?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/XUooEZneNxg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/1347949847608458349/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/my-regrets.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/1347949847608458349?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/1347949847608458349?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/XUooEZneNxg/my-regrets.html" title="MY REGRETS" /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xqIfJ6_xYSM/TicrZAUSL2I/AAAAAAAAAH8/pJ04DnNFYvE/s72-c/regrets.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/my-regrets.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04NRHwzeip7ImA9WhdXE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-3207793743936156688</id><published>2011-07-20T22:22:00.001+03:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T19:26:35.282+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-26T19:26:35.282+03:00</app:edited><title>NINE ELEVEN</title><content type="html">
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It was another beautiful morning in the city, Workers looking radiant as always&lt;br /&gt;
People strolling, Cars horning as pedestrians throttled along the Zebra crossing&lt;br /&gt;
The subway was crowded with the smell of early morning rush and sweat&lt;br /&gt;
Little did they know that there was a shadow lurking behind the bright sun?&lt;br /&gt;
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The announcer’s voice towered over sound of luggage’s being dragged&lt;br /&gt;
Flight attendants smartly dressed hurried towards the boarding gates&lt;br /&gt;
Passengers sat patiently at the lounge, awaiting the call of the day&lt;br /&gt;
How could they have known that today will change their very lives?&lt;br /&gt;
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Nineteen bearded men dressed in polo shirts scattered amidst the crowd&lt;br /&gt;
Each missing the silky feel of their long white robes and heavily woven turban&lt;br /&gt;
As they try to fit in with their newly bought Jeans and Sky blue snickers&lt;br /&gt;
They knew what was about to happen, their lives was fading as the clock ticked&lt;br /&gt;
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People going about their work and children being dragged to school&lt;br /&gt;
It was the ninth hour of the Mane, The plane heading for a wrong land&lt;br /&gt;
Passengers struggled for their lives, calling their loved ones for the last time&lt;br /&gt;
They saw the rage in lurking in their eyes; the clothing couldn’t hide the evil&lt;br /&gt;
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A Woman standing in the office, talking to her fiancé on the phone&lt;br /&gt;
As she stared out the spotless white glass, she saw it heading her way&lt;br /&gt;
She couldn’t mutter a word as her fiancé called out on the other end&lt;br /&gt;
Not  a step could she take as the wall crashed on her, it was clearly too late&lt;br /&gt;
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Buildings tumbling down the great heights, fire flying through the sky&lt;br /&gt;
Bodies rolling through the sky like the brutal fall of strong rain in spring&lt;br /&gt;
Oh what a sorry sight for a blind man, oh what a poison for the soul&lt;br /&gt;
Some watched with great tears, they could do nothing to save a life&lt;br /&gt;
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Deadly cry of babies filled everywhere, smell of blood saturating the air&lt;br /&gt;
Heads missing the body buried under the crumbs of the fallen bricks&lt;br /&gt;
Some puffing out the last breath in them, hanging on for the very last time&lt;br /&gt;
Thunders of sadness roared everywhere, mourning voices everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
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So many lives were lost along with nineteen men who thought it as fate&lt;br /&gt;
Not a year passes that we do not weep, for the lost souls of this day&lt;br /&gt;
The brave hearts that left us, even at the face of death some struggled&lt;br /&gt;
They linger forever in our hearts, as their thoughts dwell within us.&lt;br /&gt;
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Watch the video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2d9MDVPqZ1I"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-3207793743936156688?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/4tJHvjbgNgw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/3207793743936156688/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/nine-eleven.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/3207793743936156688?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/3207793743936156688?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/4tJHvjbgNgw/nine-eleven.html" title="NINE ELEVEN" /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JkB1KlKfKx0/Ticqxw-4LeI/AAAAAAAAAH0/AJ1DFm1ueQA/s72-c/911.gif" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/nine-eleven.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QDQngyfyp7ImA9WhdSEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-8190369801954988054</id><published>2011-07-20T22:16:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:16:13.697+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-20T22:16:13.697+03:00</app:edited><title>Master's Touch</title><content type="html">
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She was all alone, a dream again .But this time it was for real.&lt;br /&gt;
Struggling with bleeding hands, filled with painful hurts&lt;br /&gt;
Bounded by the rope of deceit, as it slits through her pounding vein&lt;br /&gt;
Stabbed by the steel of guilt, calling out with a soundless plea&lt;br /&gt;
An empty heart as dark as coal, with no rhythm to go with it&lt;br /&gt;
Stillness came upon her, wishing she had one more chance&lt;br /&gt;
To touch the hands at the other side, reaching out since she was born&lt;br /&gt;
Now she’s lost and battered, with filth over her head.&lt;br /&gt;
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He watched as she wept, her grieve was like the fall of spring&lt;br /&gt;
Peaceful heart rejoiced for her, while lost she has found a way&lt;br /&gt;
Wasn’t it just like yesterday, when he took all the sufferings?&lt;br /&gt;
With a thin pointed piece, dealt to his spotless palms&lt;br /&gt;
Yielding up the ghost, while being hanged on a cross&lt;br /&gt;
If only she knew the marked scars, that he had for her sake&lt;br /&gt;
If only she looked deeper, to see his outstretched arms&lt;br /&gt;
As it longed to show her the way, and loving her despite all.&lt;br /&gt;
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His head down and hers’ up, eyes collided with piercing burn&lt;br /&gt;
She knew she was home, but still couldn’t phantom it&lt;br /&gt;
He knew she was his, ready to change her down to the heart&lt;br /&gt;
There was a pleasant union, with both minds smiling anew&lt;br /&gt;
The dawn of a new rebirth, the come of a new sunshine&lt;br /&gt;
Who would have known, that freedom comes this easily&lt;br /&gt;
Who would have known, that she would be smiling again&lt;br /&gt;
He is the way, truth and life, she is the one he calls his own&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-8190369801954988054?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/kKZ-bf4yJrU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/8190369801954988054/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/masters-touch.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/8190369801954988054?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/8190369801954988054?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/kKZ-bf4yJrU/masters-touch.html" title="Master's Touch" /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpyhVf3pD3k/TicpXhWQiMI/AAAAAAAAAHs/dC0M0w6K77c/s72-c/master.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/masters-touch.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YBSHY5cCp7ImA9WhdSEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-8868670845891362466</id><published>2011-07-20T22:12:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T22:12:39.828+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-20T22:12:39.828+03:00</app:edited><title>I tell a tale of One</title><content type="html">
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I tell a tale of one&lt;br /&gt;
Oh what a brave soldier&lt;br /&gt;
In thrall all she saw was hope&lt;br /&gt;
Struggling for the wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;
While bonded with chains of pains&lt;br /&gt;
The world very calm for her&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing what the future would be&lt;br /&gt;
She waited while depressed&lt;br /&gt;
What madness beheld her?&lt;br /&gt;
Why wouldn’t she take defeat?&lt;br /&gt;
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I tell a tale of one&lt;br /&gt;
Oh victorious and strong&lt;br /&gt;
Crashing the foe with steel&lt;br /&gt;
Conquering with great ardor&lt;br /&gt;
She built her own people&lt;br /&gt;
With no enemies to feed on&lt;br /&gt;
Filled with joy they lived more&lt;br /&gt;
For the end to bondage has come&lt;br /&gt;
Who knew what would happen?&lt;br /&gt;
What would the future become?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I tell a tale of one&lt;br /&gt;
Land now noble and free&lt;br /&gt;
Our wings are spread in jubilation&lt;br /&gt;
Fifty years ago you soared and flew&lt;br /&gt;
Fifty years today we rise in riches&lt;br /&gt;
Your children now everywhere &lt;br /&gt;
Singing to your golden jubilee&lt;br /&gt;
Dancing to the drums of success&lt;br /&gt;
Laughing to the healthy rhythm&lt;br /&gt;
Oh Nigeria at fifty.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I tell a tale of one&lt;br /&gt;
A shore that is full of soil&lt;br /&gt;
Beaming like the sun in dawn&lt;br /&gt;
Fifty years ago planted a seed&lt;br /&gt;
Fifty years today reaping it all&lt;br /&gt;
with peaceful practice of love &lt;br /&gt;
together we stand as one&lt;br /&gt;
happy and fit everywhere&lt;br /&gt;
So our land be wealthy&lt;br /&gt;
Oh Nigeria at fifty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-8868670845891362466?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/Hn33ZEl0jXk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/8868670845891362466/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/i-tell-tale-of-one.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/8868670845891362466?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/8868670845891362466?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/Hn33ZEl0jXk/i-tell-tale-of-one.html" title="I tell a tale of One" /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E8HEjwEDaYU/TicooSGihbI/AAAAAAAAAHk/uQB4Nh9uGAs/s72-c/naija.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/i-tell-tale-of-one.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0AMRX85eCp7ImA9WhdSEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-758629877518732955.post-3756266610397745289</id><published>2011-07-20T11:26:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T11:49:44.120+03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-20T11:49:44.120+03:00</app:edited><title>Just when you think you are done..</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rhJh0Jf3ng-t9_BJn26LFP3EMuU/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rhJh0Jf3ng-t9_BJn26LFP3EMuU/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/rhJh0Jf3ng-t9_BJn26LFP3EMuU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rhJh0Jf3ng-t9_BJn26LFP3EMuU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I remember When I was younger, I just had the feeling that I wanted to grow up all fast. I hated high school and everything about it. I wanted to get into life and just enjoy full blown teenage years, it sure came but it wasn't what I expected at all. &lt;br /&gt;
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I hate University also!! Don't get me all wrong, I love the idea of been educated but this whole process....Nah!0_0 What surprises me daily is the fact that I actually crave for those silly high school pranks and those silly childhood dances( It's so sad to know that they are just memories now), the same way I'm gonna want my University days back...Who Knows..&lt;br /&gt;
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Just yesterday I remembered the first day I entered F.G.G.C Omu-Aran, I am pretty sure I must have shed enough tears to Flood a room. I merely thought that my Parents where so unfair for sending me to a school far away from home but now I can truly say that F.G.G.C gave me more life experiences than I would have gotten anywhere else(not that I would know though :) )&lt;br /&gt;
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What is my point exactly? Just when you think you are done with one phase of life that you felt was so boring you get into a harder one that just makes the previous way better. Is it the trend of life or just the way the cookie crumbles? If there is something I have learnt this year, it is to LIVE EVERY MOMENT FULLY.  &lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_JDXTsSmb8/TiaO4GdRjCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rNcYUKqezJs/s1600/life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" width="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2_JDXTsSmb8/TiaO4GdRjCI/AAAAAAAAAHM/rNcYUKqezJs/s200/life.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I am loosing myself in life but not loosing God along the way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SJCw9YgDnZM0iem-Rh7K9ivCB0M/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/SJCw9YgDnZM0iem-Rh7K9ivCB0M/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IsuzQSj1Dfg/TiYnYecSpDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tljw1N0C4XI/s1600/when.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IsuzQSj1Dfg/TiYnYecSpDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tljw1N0C4XI/s200/when.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631231685515453490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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When the bible said let everything that has breath&lt;br /&gt;
It meant every little thing even at the face of death&lt;br /&gt;
When the word said ask and it shall be giving to you&lt;br /&gt;
It doesn’t matter how much it cost or even the value&lt;br /&gt;
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When the psalmist sang to the lord a new song&lt;br /&gt;
He did it with a pleasant heart all day long&lt;br /&gt;
When the Israelites crossed the sparkling red sea&lt;br /&gt;
They had no clue  of what the future would be &lt;br /&gt;
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When  Virgin Mary conceived of a child&lt;br /&gt;
She wondered how come but  smiled&lt;br /&gt;
When the savior comes for you and me&lt;br /&gt;
I tell you no one will be able to foresee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/758629877518732955-5565559306763263862?l=www.dekkygurl.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~4/meECwS7PGLw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/feeds/5565559306763263862/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/when.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/5565559306763263862?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/758629877518732955/posts/default/5565559306763263862?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/ppzzS/~3/meECwS7PGLw/when.html" title="When ?" /><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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SskIYlTddaw/S08DgKzDwqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ytS95PlH8UQ/S220/105_1048.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IsuzQSj1Dfg/TiYnYecSpDI/AAAAAAAAAG0/tljw1N0C4XI/s72-c/when.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.dekkygurl.com/2011/07/when.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

