<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:09:28.532-07:00</updated><category term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Eccentric Souls</title><subtitle type='html'>[follow us]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-7487086121719845290</id><published>2010-10-07T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T02:49:11.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing the WORLD!!</title><content type='html'>I'm in JAPAN!! so I plan to share all adventures &amp;amp; things of that nature while I'm here!! BABy I'm back!! STAY TUNED folks!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-7487086121719845290?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7487086121719845290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/10/seeing-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/7487086121719845290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/7487086121719845290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/10/seeing-world.html' title='Seeing the WORLD!!'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-45490807102642483</id><published>2010-05-19T22:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T22:45:53.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/sflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="480" height="316" id="embed" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn.wbpp.warnerbros.com/u/essence/us/video/player/embed.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="mediaKey=76cb8d22-5955-4bcb-bc9c-14d2458014ae&amp;amp;image=http://cdn.wbpp.warnerbros.com/u/essence/us/video/2010-05/19/051910_treytrailer_still.jpg&amp;amp;origin=embed"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cdn.wbpp.warnerbros.com/u/essence/us/video/player/embed.swf" flashvars="mediaKey=76cb8d22-5955-4bcb-bc9c-14d2458014ae&amp;amp;image=http://cdn.wbpp.warnerbros.com/u/essence/us/video/2010-05/19/051910_treytrailer_still.jpg&amp;amp;origin=embed" width="480" height="316" name="embed" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-45490807102642483?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/45490807102642483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/45490807102642483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/45490807102642483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-4181726088517694612</id><published>2010-05-19T08:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T08:21:09.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anything is possible</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time coming y'all...yesterday begun a new chapter in my book of LIFE. I have yet to give up on my career plans and apparently &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; has allowed me to stay sTrOng and pull thru the obstacles. What I'm trying to say is I have signed another contract with the Navy and this time it's for keeps!! NO more stupidness going into this journey at least nothing that'll cost me my future. I'm set to leave for bootcamp on the 26th of this month and TRUST &amp;amp; believe when I say you can do ALL things through CHRIST!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that he was with me yesterday hand in hand because I can't begin to tell you how I'm leaving so soon, there are people who have been waiting to get a JOB in the navy since last year or months ago. I was told there is a list of 300 people who need jobs &amp;amp; I managed to come out with one that leaves next Wednesday. That is NOTHING but his WORK! I'm convinced that this is my destiny &amp;amp; I'm on my way to success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember keep the FAITH &amp;amp; work HARD!! You'll WIN every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;USN WOMAN &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-4181726088517694612?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4181726088517694612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/05/anything-is-possible.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4181726088517694612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4181726088517694612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/05/anything-is-possible.html' title='Anything is possible'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-716538854598042140</id><published>2010-05-18T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T01:11:10.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearless - Colbie Caillat</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMsKvvAzaMU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iMsKvvAzaMU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-716538854598042140?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/716538854598042140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/05/fearless-colbie-caillat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/716538854598042140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/716538854598042140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/05/fearless-colbie-caillat.html' title='Fearless - Colbie Caillat'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-2594334416405346108</id><published>2010-04-19T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T17:25:45.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking Responsibility</title><content type='html'>I'm lying in bed sick with sooo much on the brain...you know how when its just you &amp;amp; the four walls &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(no tv, no music, no nothing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; you get so caught up in your thoughts on the past &amp;amp; the present? Well today thats just what consumed me, my thoughts. However, it wasn't the thoughts I'm happy about...It was more so the ones you think "what if". It's a lot of things that took place in the last few years that I wish I could change. YES, I have one regret!! I know that some say everything happens for a reason but some things should &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER FUCKIN HAPPEN!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I know I'm human &amp;amp; all that other shit that people say to help you get through hard times, but making mistakes that could cost you your career or livelihood is SIMPLY stupid!! I'm a very private person but I feel like I'm at the point where I can be OPEN about my life &amp;amp; not be judged on my stupidity or mistakes I've made because I'm correcting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;May 12, 2009&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I was ready to get shipped off to bootcamp in quest to become a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;UNITED STATES SAILOR(USN)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Little did I know it wasn't going to happen like that....Walking into MEPS that monday morning with my head held high only to be told that I had been discharged due to......something that I had experienced once before. The feeling of NOT knowing was one thing but the feeling of having to go home to parents who supported me in this endeavor &amp;amp; have to explain why I'm still home is a WHOLE different set of emotions. From that day to this one I've been STRONG on the outside but on the inside I'm weak! Honestly, I can't even explain how I'm making it because I beat myself up behind closed doors not physically but my thoughts eat me alive. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is healing me &amp;amp; I do believe that but I still get to thinking WHAT IF!! It's hard not too! My parents know whats REAL &amp;amp; they hurt just as much as I do but for my mom its still disappointing &amp;amp; one thing I don't want to be is a disappointment. Today, I'm striving to accomplish this goal &amp;amp; when I do boy do I have a testimony. I don't wear my emotions on my sleeve nor feel like my problems should be everyone else problems, so some of my friends might read this and think &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;"why didn't she tell me this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I just couldn't!! For one its somewhat embarrassing because I was SO fucking confident &amp;amp; sure I was already in like flin and GOD snatched me from my HIGH &amp;amp; said, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"naw boo you aint ready, humble yourself".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Since then I've excepted christ, trying to hold on tight to FAITH, and trying to let it GO!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm saying all of this to say don't let your past crupt your FUTURE! If the door hasn't closed &amp;amp; locked there is still a way for you to go through it. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in life is handed to you!! You MUST work &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HARD VERY HARD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to get it!! Knock out everything thats in the way...family, friends, boyfriend/girlfriend(s), haters, ANYTHING that prevents you from your &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;DESTINY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Trust and believe I know its easier said than done. I'm still planting this into my head as I type it to YOU! &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;GOD-CAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-2594334416405346108?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2594334416405346108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/04/taking-responsibility.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2594334416405346108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2594334416405346108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/04/taking-responsibility.html' title='Taking Responsibility'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-1940655433916361420</id><published>2010-03-15T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T19:25:33.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jola - She Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EiBj30CHX2o&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EiBj30CHX2o&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sounds like this fella is just keeping it real. who can hate on that? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[i'm sure some "real" artist will soon enough...wait for it, waaaaait for it...]&lt;/span&gt; this dude seems like the type of artist i've been waiting for. now these LA kids can stop frontin and embrace they own "trunk" lifestyle...&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/2007620451123973847-1940655433916361420?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1940655433916361420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/03/jola-she-say.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/1940655433916361420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/1940655433916361420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/03/jola-she-say.html' title='Jola - She Say'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-8802393210751103985</id><published>2010-02-26T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:38:57.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We ARE the WORLD 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Honestly this message is BIGGER than any post I've posted...FUCK what ya heard recognize what you see!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Glny4jSciVI&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-8802393210751103985?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8802393210751103985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-are-world-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8802393210751103985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8802393210751103985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/02/we-are-world-2010.html' title='We ARE the WORLD 2010'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-6964144070091831343</id><published>2010-02-16T00:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:49:41.345-08:00</updated><title type='text'>maturity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm 23. i don't know it all. and i don't ever want to come off like i do. but whether it be because of my age, my experience or just the simple fact that i am a human being whose mind works, i be thinkin bout sh*t from time to time. tryna figure somethings out. rationalizing. analyzing. developing a better understanding of how i see the world and everything and everyone in it. and lately ive been thinking about "maturity". so if you're interested, gather 'round, read a bit, comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i don't have a huge back story on maturity. i just felt like i came to a pretty good conclusion on the concept of maturity &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[or the process of maturing rather]&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;making better decisions throughout all aspects of your life.&lt;/span&gt; and with that being said. there should be an understanding that people are going to mature differently. the uniqueness of everyone's life means that the time, the area, the way, the purpose, and the impact of maturing may/will differ from person to person. but again, it should all come to the point of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;making better decisions in your life&lt;/span&gt;. there's work, school, relationships, friendships, family affairs, or everyday living/thinking. when we're younger &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[up to about a few years after graduating high school]&lt;/span&gt; we just "do". we feel like we take things into consideration but we soon find that some of the decisions we made have comeback to bite us in the *ss because they ended up affecting our lives negatively in  the future. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[perhaps making a decision that became counter productive towards the person you wish to be]&lt;/span&gt; and reading this won't necessarily stop anyone from making any of those mistakes. i've learned all too well that sometimes people have to learn those type of lessons first-hand before they really catch on. it just pains me to hear and see people make such horrible decisions at an age where they should understand that their future depends on almost every decision you make. but you can't wake everybody up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you can't help those who refuse to help themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;males/females need to learn to be a bit more discreet with their sexuality. everyone should grasp on to the concept of being a lady/gentleman in the streets, and a freak in the sheets. you don't want the person you're interested in hearing about how you get down from other people do you? that's bad for business. their intentions for you could be screwed up by that. a loss of respect can turn a tender interest into a trophy notch. i'm just being real. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;[and dudes need to understand that women are not above putting a notch in their belts either...that's life...deal]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...one day it'll all make sense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-6964144070091831343?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6964144070091831343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/02/maturity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6964144070091831343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6964144070091831343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/02/maturity.html' title='maturity'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-7895692301984085376</id><published>2010-02-11T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T08:05:05.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ex's &amp; sh*t [#ontothenextone]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no matter how good the chemistry. sometimes people just end up not being good for each other. before anybody goes in on that, understand that i mean that they don't bring out the best in each other. if they did, they probably wouldn't be ex's... and if that's the case, so be it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;#ontothenextone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*and stop updating people on their ex's. your intentions may be good but it just creates an awkward moment of unnecessary knowledge. would you really wanna hear about who all your ex is messing with? if you said yes, then you're not over that relationship and maybe you need to address that with them instead of keeping tabs on them. out of sight. out of mind. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;#ontothenextone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-7895692301984085376?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7895692301984085376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/02/exs-sht.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/7895692301984085376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/7895692301984085376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/02/exs-sht.html' title='ex&apos;s &amp; sh*t [#ontothenextone]'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-4379119369378827779</id><published>2010-02-05T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:11:57.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...falling in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so a while back when i was on twitter i asked a question and haven't gotten an answer yet. now it wasn't really put out there to get an answer, more so to stir up some thinking. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[...usually the purpose behind all of my tweets]&lt;/span&gt; so i'll ask the question on here and hopefully some beautiful minds will come across this and provide some insight. do you have to "fall" in love or can you "walk" into it. now it may seem like a joke, but i'm serious. the word "fall" makes it seem like it something unexpected. like it's a mistake or something. and i mean i can understand when love comes about unexpectedly or "by mistake" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[if that even makes sense]&lt;/span&gt;. but what if you carried yourself towards love knowingly. completely aware of what happened, what's going on, what's going to happen. or is that impossible? what if i chose to "jump" into love? i'm seriously looking for some insight on this so if you come across this, offer a little something. doesnt matter how old this is, every opinion is greatly appreciated. spread the word. 'preciate ya ;)&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/2007620451123973847-4379119369378827779?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4379119369378827779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/02/falling-in-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4379119369378827779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4379119369378827779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/02/falling-in-love.html' title='...falling in love...'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-4438791081517275159</id><published>2010-02-03T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:45:59.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Its been a lot going on in the world lately, in my world personally thats been real heavy on my heart and I'm feeling some what EmO but some times you reflect back on your life and its like DAMN I've come along way...but my losses turned into gains after all (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;my Angels&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S2oQyAhckpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gebI8HkLB90/s1600-h/100_3754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S2oQyAhckpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gebI8HkLB90/s320/100_3754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434174351695712914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miguel Kenard Lewis&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, my brother. He was 21 when he went home and of course I remember it like it was yesterday. The pain I feel is still &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; and its not a day that goes by that I don't think about you. If I could trade places with you I would in a heartbeat, it kills me that your not here to see your son grow. &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;I love you Mikey!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S2oQxWuHQuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0sBkftQlCIo/s1600-h/100_3141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S2oQxWuHQuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/0sBkftQlCIo/s320/100_3141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434174340474553058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Diron Rivers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, very close friend. He was 20 when he went home. Today makes a Year&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6600;"&gt;(2-3-09)&lt;/span&gt; since you left us and I still can't believe it. I'm forever grateful to have someone like you in my life even for that little bit of time. The laughs we shared are &lt;i&gt;Priceless!&lt;/i&gt;  I love and miss you bro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brittany Veal&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;(7-8-87~7-22-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;, very close friend. She was 18 when she went home. Man words can't even explain...you were like my big sister, oh and i never got my shoes back LoL!! I miss you Dawg!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;THANK YOU FOR WATCHING OVER ME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-4438791081517275159?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4438791081517275159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-angels.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4438791081517275159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4438791081517275159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-angels.html' title='My Angels'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S2oQyAhckpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/gebI8HkLB90/s72-c/100_3754.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-2130756014688483347</id><published>2010-02-03T00:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T00:42:00.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;or rather, who would you like to be? when it's all said and done, what do you want the world to say about you? what do you want the world to know about you? what mark do you want to make on the world? what do you want to represent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...now what are you doing to make that happen?&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/2007620451123973847-2130756014688483347?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2130756014688483347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2130756014688483347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2130756014688483347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/02/who-are-you.html' title='who are you?'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-2606152221486781681</id><published>2010-01-31T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T10:21:52.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's lighten the mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0KckICPD5o&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k0KckICPD5o&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-2606152221486781681?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2606152221486781681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-lighten-mood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2606152221486781681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2606152221486781681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/lets-lighten-mood.html' title='let&apos;s lighten the mood'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-1751279459223468652</id><published>2010-01-30T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T21:06:01.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hardest Moment Of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;you couldn't imagine the things i've been through in my 23 years of living. moments that have almost brought me to the point of taking my own life. [please don't worry about that. i'll never give up living, no matter how difficult it gets] but this 23rd year has already given me the hardest moment of my life. through the years you gain friends enemies. and you lose friends/enemies. i am not perfect and shall never claim to be. since i started blogging a year or more ago i have always confessed to being a work in progress. and i will never say any different. especially with having accomplished so little compared to how much more life i have and how many more things i have to accomplish. [goals as far as career/marriage/family] i haven't always made the best decisions. i haven't always gone about things the right way. but i've grown up with many disadvantages many around me could never guess or assume. and please don't take that as an excuse. because i surely don't offer it as one. just an explanation behind a lot of the decisions/choices i've made in life that haven't been the best. through it all, whether fueled by anger/jealousy/greed, inside my intentions have always been and shall always be good. like many others, at times those good intentions aren't always recognized and sometimes those negative emotions can blind me. whatever the case may be: i apologize. to any and everyone i have ever hurt, i'm hurting, or will hurt. again, i don't apologize for the sake of justifying any actions or wrong doings. i apologize because as a soul trying to find his way in this world, i have to accept the mistakes i have made, apologize from them, learn my lessons and march forward looking for a way to prove i am continuously becoming a better man; a better person. most recently i've experienced one of the hugest shifts in my life ever. and to be honest i don't think anything will ever occur in my life to this magnitude again. and while i have had true friends stand by my side and help me realize the lessons i have learned from this experience and acknowledge a lot of other aspects that surround this specific situation, i am hurting more than i can ever say i've hurt before. a lot of people attribute it to them immaturity of specific persons. or the hurt. or the "follower" mentality of some. but it all hurts. to see people speak so badly about me. to go so out of their way to disrespect my name. to spread such inaccurate rumors and offer such a jaded opinion of me. it hurts. and while many may feel my pain. while many may have experienced similar if not worse. because it's going on at this very moment in my life. because it's happening to me and no one else. it's a pain that i can't believe anyone accurately understands. i mean at the end of the day no one else is in my shoes. no one else takes these rumors/comments/actions as personal as i do. but i'm not trying to play the victim here. i got myself into this situation. i knew things would change. and as hurtful as it is. i don't regret anything. it took something like this to expose a lot of people's true character's to not only me, but the people surrounding them who may have a bit of info on what's going on. i wrote this blog as an attempt to help move past this. i'm not trying to hurry the process by any means. but as many bloggers know, sometimes there are somethings you can't accurately get out to people through a conversation. and sometimes letting these fingers speak from the soul is the best medicine whatever ails you at the time. and that's what i'm doing. i pray many times a day. [since before this bump in the road] and i have not let up one bit through this ordeal. as a matter of fact this has taught me to pray more often actually. now i'm just saying what works for me. every time i experience that moment where it seems like i've been dealt a hard blow. every time i hear of something more hurtful. every time i feel alone. every time i start beating up on myself and sulking. i pray. because i know that He will never give me more than i can handle. and i acknowledge that i cannot do anything without Him. so i'm not about to sit here and think i'm going to be able to grow and move forward in life without getting down on my knees and praying to Him to help me through this. and this is tough. real tough. everyday i'm scared that someone i truly appreciate as a friend will hear some bullsh*t about this situation and change their opinion of me. as many that have showed their true colors and hit me up just to make sure i'm okay. have made an effort to show me our friendship hasn't changed, i just can't help but worry who's next ya know? but everything happens for a reason. i found myself locked in an environment that really wasn't good for me. and to be honest, probably isn't good for anyone else involved in that same environment. and i say that because i know many who voiced the same concerns about getting out of that. as harsh of a situation as it was, it allowed me to get out. and i know this is the perfect opportunity for me to put myself in a better position in every aspect of my life, but again, this is hard. that routine you get used to. those people you become familiar with. for it all to just up and change can really rock your world. this is not to say that my issues are the toughest things going on in the world. i know they're not. [my prayers go out to all in Haiti] but this is an issue that's closest to home for me. something in my actual everyday living that is really affecting me. *sighs* i just needed to vent. if you read this, thank you and i hope you understand. this is honestly just the hardest moment of my life. but i promise you the phoenix will rise from the ashes. a new beginning is not far away at all. *smh* i just needed to express my feelings about what i'm going through right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-there will  be no revision/edits to this one. this is just me. raw as can be. i let my fingers speak for my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-1751279459223468652?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1751279459223468652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/hardest-moment-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/1751279459223468652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/1751279459223468652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/hardest-moment-of-my-life.html' title='The Hardest Moment Of My Life'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-2539620484297978341</id><published>2010-01-29T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T00:18:08.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Before I started typing this post I really had to brainstorm a bit to figure out which approach I was going to take with this topic...I'm sure y'all can think of many ways yourself to approach this but my concern and question is: &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;What does friendship mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I've asked this question plenty of times to people just to make sure we were on the same page, but I notice a lot of people really don't take heed to what comes out their mouth &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;[you know the kind of people to just tell you what they think you want to hear]&lt;/span&gt;, befriending you because they think its cool. Not knowing who you really are. Also a lot of people think cause they know your name or you've been around their group of friends on several occasions your friends, naw playa we just associates. Then of course there are those who think just because your friendly and cordial your friends, wrong again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Friendship to me is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;an in-depth relationship combining trust, support, communication, loyalty, understanding, and empathy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Friendship is a comfy situation like home. You get home, kick off your shoes, relax and sigh, "Ahh, home." You shouldn't have to wonder about a friend or they shouldn't have to wonder about you. It's a relationship you know that person is someone you can count on NOT to let you down. Don't get me wrong friendships have its ups &amp;amp; downs, smiles and frowns, but for the most part if its a for real friendship and both parties take it seriously then there is NO problem at the end of the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;However, not everyone views friendship like that...I know sometimes people grow out of relationships, or that whole people come into your life for different reasons, seasons, and maybe lifetimes, but I do know some endings to friendships are uncalled for and sometimes make you question your judgement on a person [like Damn I didn't know they'd get down like that]. One thing I've learned throughout the years you can NEVER be too sure with people PERIOD! I'm not just saying that because I have trust issues either, its the truth! &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;I DON'T PUT SHIT PASS ANYBODY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;! not even my family!! Cause people will change on you quicker than you can count to two [yeah that fast LoL]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In my personal experience with friends I've learned that the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ones shine brighter than the &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;FAKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ones and sometimes you won't be able to tell the difference but sooner or later it'll come to light and hopefully you'll be true to yourself and recognize. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Let's not forget to truly understand what &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; means before we go out making them :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-2539620484297978341?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2539620484297978341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/friendship.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2539620484297978341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2539620484297978341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/friendship.html' title='Friendship'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-7591098840971846168</id><published>2010-01-27T20:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T20:54:17.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sade - Skin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;[im waiting til i can find something to post here because this song is simply amazing. until then, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://necolebitchie.com/2010/01/27/bitchie-pod-sade-skin"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-7591098840971846168?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7591098840971846168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/sade-skin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/7591098840971846168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/7591098840971846168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/sade-skin.html' title='Sade - Skin'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-8915838207465394302</id><published>2010-01-25T11:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:13:12.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>daymechelle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs047.snc1/4168_1077842220020_1045170051_30178978_5212068_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 428px; height: 407px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs047.snc1/4168_1077842220020_1045170051_30178978_5212068_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we started this blog i can't say that me and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;DAYMECHELLE&lt;/span&gt; knew each other all that well. we go back to high school but it wasn't until after those high school years that we really got to know each other. back when i put it out there that i wanted to do a blog with someone and she expressed her interest, i had such a good feeling about her and what she would be able to bring to the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BlogWorld&lt;/span&gt;. if im correct, this is her first blog &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[?]&lt;/span&gt; and i cant tell you how much i appreciate her being willing to take that giant step into this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Bloggers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; world. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[with me nonetheless]&lt;/span&gt; naturally we have gotten to know each other a whole lot better and while we do share a lot of similar perspectives we are not the same person and i love that about her the most. whether it's a blog post or a personal conversation, she comes at everyone with a rawness that is can only be respected and appreciated. i've met many people in my life and i've gotten to know many but i can truly say that this girl right here is a rare breed and i am extremely happy to be able to share this blog with her and im so glad that this was an excuse for us to get to know each other better. i just wanted to take this time and acknowledge her and let everyone else out there know how blessed i am to be sharing this blog with her. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;DAYMECHELLE:&lt;/span&gt; you my dear are an amazing person with an amazing spirit and i appreciate you more than you could ever know. gimme some huggin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;*HUG*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-8915838207465394302?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8915838207465394302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/daymechelle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8915838207465394302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8915838207465394302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/daymechelle.html' title='daymechelle'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-4218650214126659330</id><published>2010-01-25T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T00:46:51.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sammie moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i like his music. the 'Sammie' is amazing and one of my favorite albums&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XVrSJWnB9ak&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XVrSJWnB9ak&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Sammie - I Like It]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SRgjMYKCVWs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SRgjMYKCVWs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Sammie - Crazy Things I Do]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qIgLXOvsUpw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qIgLXOvsUpw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sammie - You Should Be My Girl]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lI5IGg9Vpsw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lI5IGg9Vpsw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Sammie - Come With Me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-4218650214126659330?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4218650214126659330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/sammie-moment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4218650214126659330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4218650214126659330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/sammie-moment.html' title='A Sammie moment'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-1993222103420120006</id><published>2010-01-24T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:46:07.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;remember the pitbull in a skirt that came at fools like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uh64nY2pQqU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uh64nY2pQqU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[they dont make females like this no more huh? males &amp;amp; females need some gangstas like this in they corner]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-1993222103420120006?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1993222103420120006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/eve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/1993222103420120006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/1993222103420120006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/eve.html' title='Eve'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-505956576813718347</id><published>2010-01-23T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T12:01:29.162-08:00</updated><title type='text'>23</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;20.10 was supposed to be my year of discipline. i wanted to get more focused on al the goals i accomplished. i quickly got side tracked. caught up in hype and stuff. i dont really care to make this long but this is my message to everyone who knows me. im going away. ima be in the same place. same number. same bbm. same email. contact me whenever. but i wont be on twitter. im hardly ever on facebook already. i'll rarely be on AiM. i need to focus. and i have to give up the little distractions. i will continue to blog. i dont know how often or how frequent. hopefully we wont lose any followers. and new ones are always welcomed. but this will be my outlet to vent what's on my mind while im "away" or whatever. or just questions/concerns/or lessons learned. i want to be unreal. unlike anyone you've ever met or known. all i ask is that you believe in me. i believe in you. it's time. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[i know this may seem weird to most]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLN2k0b3g70&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLN2k0b3g70&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[shout out to my buddy Bertran for this video]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always admired Will Smith. he's one of my idols. i admit i have many for different reasons. ive never wanted to be one specific person. a combination of many. i'll prolly start posting blogs about those people among many other things. i hope more people become involved in this blog. we wanna hear from you. we wanna talk to you. we wanna relate. we wanna debate &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[in a friendly manner of course]&lt;/span&gt; take what you can from this and use it. be better. you can always be better. we can always be better. if no one loves you. i do.&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/2007620451123973847-505956576813718347?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/505956576813718347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/23.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/505956576813718347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/505956576813718347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/23.html' title='23'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-7705099122245942444</id><published>2010-01-21T11:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:29:11.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion for fashion[online]</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Clothes, shoes, handbags, accessories, and hats I love them all!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; My closet holds all of these things but its NEVER enough. I know some of you might think I'm probably a shopaholic but the truth of the matter is I HATE shopping because usually I can't find what I want or if they have what I want its not my size [&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that pisses me OFF&lt;/span&gt;!]. However, online shopping has been the &lt;em&gt;BEST&lt;/em&gt; thing ever created. I find everything online and in &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; sizes!! Also you find all the cheap brand names and exclusives for little to nothing, its Amazing! I realized going to the mall and working in retail ONLY gets you a certain few looks that the stores think are in for the season. Personally I'm not a fan of looking like everyone else. I don't even know what to call my style because I get dressed on how I'm feeling first and on where I'm going later, if that makes sense. But I just wanted you guys to know shopping online will make your life sooo much easier and happier!!&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I advise the shopaholics to try it out but don't &lt;strong&gt;blame&lt;/strong&gt; me if you go broke LoL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-7705099122245942444?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7705099122245942444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/passion-for-fashiononline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/7705099122245942444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/7705099122245942444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/passion-for-fashiononline.html' title='Passion for fashion[online]'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-5395976286568168220</id><published>2010-01-20T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:43:44.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/IfBdiFyxKOk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/IfBdiFyxKOk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all know haiti needs OUR help! Text &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"yele"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to 501501 or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"haiti"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to 90999. Also you can donate to different sites like redcross, wyclef has something setup on his website, etc. If you can't help financially I ask that you help spiritually&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; [prayers are definitely worth more than any amount of money].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-5395976286568168220?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5395976286568168220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5395976286568168220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5395976286568168220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti.html' title='Haiti'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-5046437567097550173</id><published>2010-01-20T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:29:08.486-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><title type='text'>Dating game.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do you really know what you want or are you playing the game?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to one of my close guy friends today about a plethora of things but of course what stood out the most was our conversation about dating. It was funny because it’s the norm for us to go back and forth about how I view men and how he views women. Often in our convos he gets mad cause I end up being right…but that’s beside the point [&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;]. Anywho, as the conversation started I got into telling him about how I was dating this guy for almost two years off &amp;amp; on &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[I know that sounds crazy but its very true!]&lt;/span&gt; and we’ve NEVER made it a casual fling. He’s kept it REAL 110% with everything!! I could go on for days about how this guy is actually really genuine, sweet, honest, caring, and the list goes ON! However, just recently he moved to New Orleans on business for six months and to be honest I was CRUSHED! It was kind of like one of those you don’t know what you got until its gone moments but I also realized with all of his unbelievable qualities he’s still allowing me to play this game…I say that because for one we’ve been dating for two years [who does that?] and its been on again and off again because I’ve spent time getting to know other people, working, school, etc. You know what people do while dating…but as I’m telling my friend the story he stops me and says, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;“your still SINGLE”. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Yeah I know, Bust my BUBBLE! [&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;]. He then goes on to say that’s the game and you know it! That made me mad because often times the person you want is right underneath your nose and you just don’t see it because you want to have options and see what else is out there or your like me and you NEED someone that captures your &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FULL &lt;/span&gt;attention. Why does that have to be apart of the game?? Its frustrating when you realize shit after the fact but the funny part is even if I would’ve realized it before hand he wouldn’t be my boyfriend…for the simple fact that I like being single. Honestly, I was crushed because I won’t have anyone like him around. I know it sounds bad but it’s apart of the game ;-) I figure if you can’t keep my focus on just YOU then I gotta keep it pushing and I know some guys feel the same which in there case leads to cheating but that’s a whole other post [lol]. Basically what it comes down to is the games will continue as long as you allow them to…End them here!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;P.s. I personally don’t think it should be called playing games. When your dating anything goes!! Right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-5046437567097550173?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5046437567097550173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/dating-game.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5046437567097550173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5046437567097550173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/dating-game.html' title='Dating game.'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-3325100682600157760</id><published>2010-01-18T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T00:03:44.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing you a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S1VebSAMJ5I/AAAAAAAAADY/hK3WiZYIYmE/s1600-h/mab.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 129px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428348748647114642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S1VebSAMJ5I/AAAAAAAAADY/hK3WiZYIYmE/s320/mab.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S1Vc-qWc_vI/AAAAAAAAADQ/nyLA3cDysDQ/s1600-h/ES3.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 23rd Birthday @thisismycool !!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ya’ll make sure to send him some birthday love.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-3325100682600157760?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3325100682600157760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/wishing-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3325100682600157760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3325100682600157760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/wishing-you.html' title='Wishing you a...'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S1VebSAMJ5I/AAAAAAAAADY/hK3WiZYIYmE/s72-c/mab.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-3728786245306727368</id><published>2010-01-11T21:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T21:29:19.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something for the 20.10</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6y6LCqBAGk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q6y6LCqBAGk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-3728786245306727368?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3728786245306727368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-for-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3728786245306727368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3728786245306727368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/something-for-2010.html' title='something for the 20.10'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-8999653133796490475</id><published>2010-01-09T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:56:20.607-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you ever had a secret relationship? A secret affair? I have. And til this day I can say it was the most exciting experience I've ever had. Now many will be quick to assume the worst but let me clarify a few things for you: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;we were both single. we were in an actual relationship throughout the period of time it was a secret as well as when we became public. and we both chose to have our relationship be a secret for no other purpose than being able to enjoy getting to know each other without everyone else being all in our business.&lt;/span&gt; Again, it was amazing. Meeting up in random places. Hanging out without anybody knowing. Acting normal in public. Exciting! It makes everything more intense. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;That kissing session is a bit more passionate. The sex has that extra rush added to it. The tension built from not being able to be all over each other in public is so arousing!&lt;/span&gt; I guess I can say I have a fetish for secrets. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[I advise you not to assume the worst and take that to the extreme]&lt;/span&gt; I enjoy having secrets. Not for deceitful purposes at all. But I enjoy not having everyone in my business. And there's an understanding between the two people that makes each secret moment mean a little more. You get to experience a world uninterrupted. Whether it's your first secret situation or your 100th, it doesn't lose it's appeal. It all depends on the person. A different person brings a different experience. And each time you'll find you bring something else to the table to help keep the secret a spicy one. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[or at least I do]&lt;/span&gt; I enjoy the excitement of a secret relationship. And to be honest you may find out that it's only a secret to the both of you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[But then again, that's all that counts]&lt;/span&gt; I know I asked a friend of mine how she felt about a secret relationship and she was so against it because she gave into the common misconception of the word secret having such a negative connotation. And understandably so. But never does a secret relationship have me appreciate a woman any less. Nor do I choose to exploit my secret affair and start "hoe'n" around for a lack of better words. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WARNING:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;secret relationships are not for everybody. there's a lot of trust involved for both parties. if you don't trust yourself OR the other person involved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DON'T DO IT!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;please don't try this if you can't handle it. you'll only end up hurting yourself and possibly someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-8999653133796490475?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8999653133796490475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/secrets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8999653133796490475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8999653133796490475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/secrets.html' title='Secrets'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-3484352896276263881</id><published>2010-01-09T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T19:47:47.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's your name again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sometimes ppl hit you up and you have no clue who they are. or sometimes you do, but you can't remember exactly how/why/where you know them from. and ppl get so hurt when you can't remember their name. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[I mean we all have/do]&lt;/span&gt; let's stop that sh*t. On New Year's I ran into some girl who tried to jog my memory of how she knew me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;my 11th grade drama class &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[1 semester]&lt;/span&gt; and I graduated in '05...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;#comeonson!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you have no idea how many people I've met, how many faces I've seen, how many names I've heard since then. I'm truly sorry I didn't share the same connection you did with me for me to remember exactly who you are. And I don't mean that in any sarcastic way. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[As I thought about it later, I remember she had a crush on me...the feelings weren't mutual.]&lt;/span&gt; I really wish I could remember everyone I meet but that is nearly impossible. But again, I admit to getting all offended when someone I wanted to remember me, doesn't. But I've learned it doesn't make it any easier for me to become someone they'll remember if I act all butt-hurt. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Simply reintroduce yourself.&lt;/span&gt; You can't win them all ya know? It will make the greeting much more pleasant and could lead to a good conversation/friendship. I mean, if someone were to give me that courtesy I would probably say something along the lines of &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"I apologize for that, how are you, how have things been? It's clearly been a while..."&lt;/span&gt; And if you can't work with that...then I really don't know what to tell you. So from this early part of 20-10 and beyond let's try to turn &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"what's your name again?"&lt;/span&gt; into a more positive interaction :)&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-3484352896276263881?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3484352896276263881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-your-name-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3484352896276263881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3484352896276263881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-your-name-again.html' title='what&apos;s your name again?'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-3331156284406303679</id><published>2010-01-06T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T00:23:10.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dope!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Trey Songz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...Reinvented Sex Remix with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Keri Hilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Usher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...MY &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;GOODNESS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; When I say they did that x100 they DID IT!! But I absolutely love how Ms.Keri comes in like Boy I will teach you some thangs! [LoL]. Then of course Usher Raymond &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[he could really get the works]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with his....Let me stop! Ya'll just watch......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9PUtdP-8_-M&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9PUtdP-8_-M&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-3331156284406303679?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3331156284406303679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/dope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3331156284406303679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3331156284406303679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/dope.html' title='Dope!'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-3902890186037460869</id><published>2010-01-05T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T01:15:43.277-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lately I been feeling like a lot of the people in this &lt;strong&gt;WORLD&lt;/strong&gt; have become for a lack of a better word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PARCHed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;[you know like thirsty for something that's NOT at all as serious as they think]&lt;/span&gt;. However, the really bad part about this is they think its "under wraps". For Example: The &lt;strong&gt;THIRST&lt;/strong&gt;iest (not a word but don't judge me) shit takes place on Twitter. Females and Males be checkin for what they exes be saying to other people, females want to follow the other girl to see what "she" tweets, and all kinds of other BULLSHIT that is just PURE dehydration! Don't get me wrong I LOVE twitter and being all in everybody else business [lol] but certain shit is just uncalled for especially to the point where you gotta block, make your shit private, and things of that nature. Now I know I have done my share of tweeting but it has NEVER gotten thirsty on my end unless purposely and jokingly. The same goes for &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aim&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;, etc. It's like the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"OK GO"&lt;/span&gt; for females [lmao...smh]. Often times men try to be a little bit more discreet about it but not enough to go unnoticed. I see why I'm who I am cause if I let half the shit get to me like some of ya'll do I'd be fucked up in the game. I mean really where is the satisfaction in being thirsty for someone or something that's NOT even minutely interested in you? Channel that urge you have into something positive &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;[idk who I'm foolin thats too much like right]&lt;/span&gt;. Also its &lt;strong&gt;cowardly &lt;/strong&gt;to go through social networks to try and put together a scoop when you could clearly just ask the person what the deal is but once again this just might be my kind of thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;On the other hand you have outside of cyber space where REAL life thirsty incidents take place..."he say, she say"(yeah i know high school)...gangbangin(2010 really?)...MUST I go on? So really what it comes down to is shit is getting out of pocket! But I'm NOT at all surprised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ladies and Gents is it just me&lt;strong&gt;???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-3902890186037460869?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3902890186037460869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-just-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3902890186037460869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3902890186037460869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/is-it-just-me.html' title='Is it just me???'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-3644265042728028656</id><published>2010-01-01T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T22:15:03.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Decade</title><content type='html'>Its simply a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;blessing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to reach another decade...I don't know about ya'll but I'm EXTREMEly Happy!! Life is indeed complex but I have to admit its AWeSoMe at the same time. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Happy New Year everybody!!! DO YOU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-3644265042728028656?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3644265042728028656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-decade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3644265042728028656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3644265042728028656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-decade.html' title='Another Decade'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-8233632782562471392</id><published>2009-12-31T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:58:16.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New Year! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[be safe out there. drink responsibly. watch out for the sobriety checks. don't drink &amp;amp; drive. have fun!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-8233632782562471392?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8233632782562471392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8233632782562471392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8233632782562471392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-977560918824585933</id><published>2009-12-31T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T20:57:13.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i like you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the girls i like usually don't know it. and probably never will unless i know the feeling is mutual or i'm feeling bold &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[aka i might have a few drinks in me lol]&lt;/span&gt; i've been trying to get over this for what seems like forever but i can't help but be nervous around girls im generally interested in. and i can't ever get used to rejection. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[maybe it's just me but i don't think that's something anyone should ever get used to]&lt;/span&gt; well going into 2010 i hope some sort of solution works itself out. i plan on taking more chances and all of that but i just don't know...i like you...and i don't know how to act. they say act natural but i love talking to girls and getting to know them and what they like. i really enjoy knowing girls. and im sure that could possibly be a bit much for some. [or at least i scare myself into believing that] the honest truth is i have a lot to give and just like many out there i want the opportunity to love someone the best way i can. a bit intense im sure. but i know for a fact there are people out there who feel the same way as me. i guess i just have to wait until i meet that one girl who understands. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[and maybe thinks it's cute? lol]&lt;/span&gt; but when we want something really bad we can't help but get anxious. so i'm sure i might make a few mistakes. but going into 2010 i plan on loving like i never have before and i won't regret one bit of it. this is the year of the lover. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[shout out to jdaflip]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-977560918824585933?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/977560918824585933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-like-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/977560918824585933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/977560918824585933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-like-you.html' title='i like you'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-2328858950917015941</id><published>2009-12-30T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T17:49:18.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My apologies!</title><content type='html'>As you all can see I'm not such a HUGE blogger and honestly I won't ever be...but I realize that some of you really enjoy this blog and some of you have hit me up on twitter or aim saying &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"post something already!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[LoL]&lt;/span&gt; I spend a lot of time on my lappy as it is and idk why I can't just log on and give you guys a fix but I promise to do better. Its not like I don't have shit to say LoL. So my apologies for not delivering, hope y'all forgive me &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;:-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-2328858950917015941?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2328858950917015941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-apologies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2328858950917015941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2328858950917015941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-apologies.html' title='My apologies!'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-4912809235107338448</id><published>2009-12-29T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T23:32:20.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>marijuana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't think i've ever actually referred to it as that. most likely just weed or some codename. but anyways i will no longer be partaking in smoking weed &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[i never have/will smoke anything else either]&lt;/span&gt;. i've spent the last month or so debating on letting it go and today i decided it's time to cut those strings. there are a couple of different reasons why and if you're interested in knowing why i'll explain that as you keep reading. now i wanna say that within the last 4 months i became what some would consider a serious smoker. i got a medical card and my whole life changed lol. don't get me wrong tho. i don't regret smoking. i don't have anything against it per se. or anybody who chooses to smoke weed. i can't really f*ck with the concept of smoking cigarettes but i dont really have much to say about that. to each their own. it was actually a great experience. i made a lot of new friends smoking. scavengers who just wanted in on my hook up &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[medical card]&lt;/span&gt;. heavy smokers &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[fellow medical card holders or avid weed smokers]&lt;/span&gt;. and weed experts &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[knowledge of any and all things weed related]&lt;/span&gt;. it was a good time all around and i hope the friendships ive built through means of smoking won't vanish &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[but time will tell]&lt;/span&gt;. for me though, giving up weed fell more into my 2010 mindset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i would like to be more successful in the things i do and the goals i aspire to accomplish and while i can dream big and plan out my road to success, i feel like i'm lacking discipline. whether it be working out or studying or practicing the guitar. i let many excuses keep me from focusing on whatever skill/task i was supposed to be working towards. i don't wanna let that happen anymore. i want to be able to develop a level of discipline that will help me effectively and efficiently reach my goals. im about to be 23 and i wanna accomplish some sh*t in my lifetime so i really don't want to waste any more time bullsh*ttin. i figured picking up a martial art would be a perfect way to help develop this discipline. and i would add onto that by picking up other physical activities to help focus on the discipline of working out and learning something like the values and morals involved in learning a martial art. so anyways, i feel like im rambling now. long story short today i went to a boxing class by way of a good buddy of mine &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[who i met through smoking]&lt;/span&gt; and i loved that sh*t. i already have a hidden passion for working out. i'm addicted to the results &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[and also the pain after. no pain, no gain lol]&lt;/span&gt; i just give into my laziness more often than none. but to me today was just a teaser of what i'm in for in this arriving year of 2010. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[oh yea, ive also been playing basketball more and i wanna learn how to play soccer realli good]&lt;/span&gt; so with all this working out and training and practice and physical activity i plan on getting in, i figure weed will be unnecessary. now i know many make the argument that smoking weed before working out will increase the results or some bullsh*t but i argue that i shouldn't have to trick my mind or body into doing that. i figure the discipline of focusing on the actual workouts will be more beneficial to my mind, body &amp;amp; soul in the end versus tricking my mind into working out for the wrong reasons. i want to train my mind to want/enjoy working out. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[does that make sense?]&lt;/span&gt; also the actual act of smoking was never really something i enjoyed. the whole inhaling/exhaling thing never felt comfortable &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[slash i didnt want it to become comfortable, if that makes any sense to you]&lt;/span&gt;. the coughing slash d*mn near dying from inhaling too hard or whatever. and also there would be this feeling in my throat i would get when i would have huge sessions that just felt like years and years of that would leave me with a hole in my neck. and ima be real with yall. i don't want that sh*t at all. so yea, most weed smokers claim their not addicted, and they can stop when they want if they want and i can tell you from being on the inside. that's a lie. weed does become an addiction for some if not most no matter how mild it may be. many smoke to ignore life's issues. some smoke because they enjoy feeling the bond made between fellow smokers.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt; [and i completely understand that. majority of smokers understand each other on a deeper level...or at least the weed makes you think so.]&lt;/span&gt; some smoke because they feel it makes them focus better on a task or enjoy life more. makes food better. makes sex better. good sleep. whatever excuses there may be for smoking weed, i feel like there is a healthier, drug-free substitute for all of that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[sidenote: as much as i enjoy the company of a girl who smokes, the smokers cough has always been one of the most attractive things ever and if you smoke on any kind of regular basis, that is inevitable.]&lt;/span&gt; well now that i've ramble on forever, i hope whoever takes the time to read this understands where i'm coming from. hopefully it'll change a life or two. if not, i definitely hold no harsh feelings or pass any judgment on those who continue to smoke. it's honestly just a personal decision that i feel will work out in my favor. so please don't be offended when i decline or step away from a session. it's just not my thing anymore. :)&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/2007620451123973847-4912809235107338448?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4912809235107338448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/marijuana.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4912809235107338448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4912809235107338448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/marijuana.html' title='marijuana'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-2281236057450167491</id><published>2009-12-27T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T05:38:12.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12:34</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the time above represents &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the perfect time&lt;/span&gt;. It is a time when the numbers are in sequence beginning with one &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[a more accurate time would be 12:34:56 where 56 represents the seconds]&lt;/span&gt; but that has nothing to do with this post except for that is the time I wrote this. Right now I'm @ a Denny's &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[many who know me might not be surprised, but I am]&lt;/span&gt; I'm out with a buddy of mine right now, hittin up some functions. We just went to one that was entirely too packed and hot for me. It was good, I just didn't wanna be that hot. He wanted to stay so elected to go get something to eat while he enjoyed himself. And that's how I ended up here @ Denny's. I decided I would write a blog while I waited for my food. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[I ordered a Grand Slam burrito...I love that sh*t.]&lt;/span&gt; Hopefully it doesn't take me too long to eat. and i hope my friend enjoys himself. I don't really have anything to say. I'm just typing. I haven't done that in a while. Now I'm just wasting time until my food comes. So I'll tell you about my niece. I love her so much. That little woman has changed my life and it's such an honor to be able to be apart of her life and helping develop who she becomes. I don't wanna let her down at all. I wanna love her unconditionally and teach her random cool things. I wanna be able to be real close with her and help her understand life when she's afraid to speak to her father &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[my brother]&lt;/span&gt; about things. Well my food is here so I'm going to end this. Thanks for reading. ...in a way, you just kept me company :) &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Merry Christmas lol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as soon as I was ret to dig in, my homeboi calls me and says he's ready to shake. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[I had a feeling that would happen lol]&lt;/span&gt; so I got half of it to go, ate one half and then left to get him. took him home, came home, finished the rest of that Grand Slam burrito, wrote some blogs and finished this one. I have no idea why I'm telling you this but I am so I hope someone cares/enjoys lol. goodnight &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[or good morning depending on when you're reading this...afternoon even...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent via BlackBerry from T-Mobile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-2281236057450167491?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2281236057450167491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/1234.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2281236057450167491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2281236057450167491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/1234.html' title='12:34'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-6768646506758319250</id><published>2009-12-27T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T16:35:57.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasted beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i cant remember the last time i heard about someone like you&lt;br /&gt;you remind me of those forgotten vixens&lt;br /&gt;the ones who constantly search for love&lt;br /&gt;and can't handle the twist and turns&lt;br /&gt;so you turn to drugs when you dont get attention&lt;br /&gt;you drown the confusion of your emotions in every bottle or cup you can&lt;br /&gt;or a blunt&lt;br /&gt;or a pill&lt;br /&gt;or some lean&lt;br /&gt;whatever takes the pain away&lt;br /&gt;whatever transports you to the next day&lt;br /&gt;because you can't bear the pain any longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;why doesnt he love you the way you want him to?&lt;br /&gt;why cant things just be the way you want them to be?&lt;br /&gt;you love him&lt;br /&gt;but you hate the way he treats you&lt;br /&gt;you hate the way he makes you feel&lt;br /&gt;then why do you still love him&lt;br /&gt;why do you stay around&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt have to be that way&lt;br /&gt;but no one can make you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;that you deserve to be treated better&lt;br /&gt;you should be inspired to experience the world more&lt;br /&gt;versus spending your days and nights numb&lt;br /&gt;someone should get you high off their energy&lt;br /&gt;and you can become their favorite joy&lt;br /&gt;a new addiction if you will&lt;br /&gt;all the highs&lt;br /&gt;and very few lows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;but will you ever put down that glass&lt;br /&gt;or put out that blunt&lt;br /&gt;and see past the lies clear eyes is telling you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;im scared for you&lt;br /&gt;you dont see any limits&lt;br /&gt;and it's only a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;i just hope you dont slip too deep&lt;br /&gt;and no longer have the ability to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;how beautiful you truly are&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/2007620451123973847-6768646506758319250?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6768646506758319250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgotten-vixen.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6768646506758319250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6768646506758319250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/forgotten-vixen.html' title='wasted beauty'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-4545021963183379077</id><published>2009-12-27T02:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T05:26:55.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>home sweet home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;baby. i am coming home. to you. and that is enough to keep me living. i'll wake up early. i'll work hard. i'll bear traffic. all to come home to you. eat dinner together. wash the dishes. shower. watch tv or a movie. cuddle. enjoying each others company. or maybe we're around the place doing our own thing. your presence alone will make me feel at. without you. this house is not a home. i love the way you taste in the morning. and the way you feel at night. the smell of your sweet perfume send electricity through my blood. i'm in love with every single bit of you. even the parts you dont think i notice. your beauty knows know ends. baby. im coming home. to you.&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/2007620451123973847-4545021963183379077?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4545021963183379077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-sweet-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4545021963183379077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4545021963183379077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='home sweet home'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-5921042330537998471</id><published>2009-12-27T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T02:43:24.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the era of my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;my ideal love exists in a different era. in time well before mine. maybe it's because i idolize the love my grandparents had. their time. i wanna say the mid 60's. it may be a troubled time but the love stories ive seen in that era stand out to me the most. the southern girl pursued by a wild southern gentlemen. to imagine that kind of love warms my spirit. something like the Notebook. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[if you have seen it, fix that]&lt;/span&gt; but that era. that time. it feels like things were more honest. men had to court women before they could win their mind, body &amp;amp; soul. you were introduced to the parents the right way. when you picked her up for a date. or came over for dinner. not caught making out in your house when you thought they were gone. or not because you got her pregnant. and i completely understand those situations. when it's fresh it seems it's at it's best. you live in the moment. you take on the new. the bold. but nowadays it doesnt seem like that lasts too long for whatever reasons. but back in the day it seemed to always last forever. it's that honesty. think of your grandparents. together for decades. yea it may sound extreme to some. but i like the idea of somebody loving me forever. and me loving them just as strongly. but this era is forgotten. i dont even think people fall in love anymore. or at least it feels like they dont. i refuse to be like the rest. im going to live the way that makes me happy. and find someone who wants to write this love story with me. a hopeful romantic i choose to be.&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/2007620451123973847-5921042330537998471?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5921042330537998471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/era-of-my-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5921042330537998471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5921042330537998471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/era-of-my-love.html' title='the era of my love'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-3292416524152743104</id><published>2009-12-26T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T04:00:47.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shower sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm not gon lie, it's not always as easy as the pornos and movies make it seem. but that sh*t is some kind of tight. just being under the warm water is amazing. maybe you guys started off washing each other. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[don't knock til you try it]&lt;/span&gt; and seeing the water rinse the suds away. revealing the delicious complexion of their skin. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[if you're not a freak, turn back now]&lt;/span&gt; pressing her body up against the wall. or the shower door. the cold may startle her a little bit at first, but if you're gentle, it'll be more of a turn on if anything. and then just the actual act of having sex while the water is raining down on you; it can set a certain type of mood. it can ignite passion. it can create a sensual aura. the scratching can go better in there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[a more intense feeling, less injury risk lol]&lt;/span&gt; biting is extremely effective in there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[the water is cooled by the air and the temperature in your mouth will combine with that to create a surprisingly arousing sensation]&lt;/span&gt; sh*t, it might end up being some of the best sex you've ever had. but again, ima warn you; it's not always easy to get it poppin tho. it's slippery in there. and some showers may not give you enough space to get it in. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[but then again, you can get it poppin in some pretty close spaces if you two know what you're doing.]&lt;/span&gt; sometimes after sex i like to shower together. something about washing a woman's body. rubbing lotion all over her. massaging her. caressing her. yea. i'm just into stuff like that. but maybe it's just me...&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/2007620451123973847-3292416524152743104?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3292416524152743104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/shower-sex.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3292416524152743104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3292416524152743104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/shower-sex.html' title='shower sex'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-4289830496535002596</id><published>2009-12-26T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:45:20.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best i ever had</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;often times we hold back in relationships. mainly in the beginning. fear that someone might take advantage of us again. hurt us. use us. abuse us. but often times that keeps us from loving like we know we can. and then we wonder why the relationship went sour. how can we ask someone to love us all the way when we are barely giving half? it's an unfair expectation many of us walk around with. well i can't live like that anymore. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;do unto others as you would have others do unto you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[or something like that lol]&lt;/span&gt; i'm going to give my everything and eventually i will come across someone who does the same. and hopefully we can just continue to inspire each other to keep giving each other our all. because i can move forward knowing that i gave my all versus regretting not being 100 from jump. again, i'm bound to come across someone i can build a successful relationship with. to some i may be jumping the gun. but i want a family. and that sh*t doesn't just happen. the 2 people that start a family have quite a bit to go through and experience before they get started. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[or at least i feel it should be that way]&lt;/span&gt; i idolize the love story my grandparents had. meeting in college. falling in love. living happily ever after. because they were able to build such a foundation. mold such a bond. they started a family. raised children. have grandchildren. maintain ties with family rooted elsewhere. amazing. simply amazing. to me. but then again i'm a just a hopeful romantic. but i feel like there's a woman out there who can appreciate/love/respect me and i can give her the same in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;baby you're my everything, you're all i've ever wanted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-4289830496535002596?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4289830496535002596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-i-ever-had.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4289830496535002596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4289830496535002596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-i-ever-had.html' title='the best i ever had'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-863933108358395271</id><published>2009-12-26T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T03:26:07.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's talk about sex baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;how would you feel if i asked you to wait to have sex with me? has that ever happened to you before?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i saw what cheating did to a girl; it changed my life. and i vowed never to let myself get into those same situations again. and so i came up with a certain way i chose to go about relationships from now on. but more so the moving on process. but even more so about sex. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[lol]&lt;/span&gt; first off, i am no longer having sex outside of a relationship. it's going to be extremely tough but it's so much safer. it allows time for std testing to take place. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[if you dont have anything you, shouldnt be offended.]&lt;/span&gt; and then, when relationship ends, i will not have sex for the remainder of that year. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[even if i get a new girlfriend within that year]&lt;/span&gt; sounds crazy right? but i like the way it works out. i see it as my own twist on celibacy. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[im assuming that's allowed. if not...idgaf]&lt;/span&gt; if a girl respected that and waited, there would be such a bond built by the time it went down. and it allows me time to successfully move on from a past relationship before entering a new one. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[major area of f*ck ups in the past]&lt;/span&gt; and get tested. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[are you scared?]&lt;/span&gt; then once the New Year rolls around, the 1st kiss of the year means so much more AND there could be New Year's Day sex! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[super plus!]&lt;/span&gt; and just think. starting off the year with a fresh relationship! if enough time has  passed and allowed us to build a good foundation; the possibilities are endless. now some might ask "what if that's not enough time for me to move on?" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;EX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;: a relationship that lasted a long while, years maybe, and it ends in&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; NOV/DEC&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;well if i don't truly feel i am ready to get in a relationship again, i won't. and i'm not going to lie to myself. what good would that do? and in the meantime when im not in a relationship, not having sex, not building a foundation for a new relationship; ima keep on living loving learning and laughing.&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/2007620451123973847-863933108358395271?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/863933108358395271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-talk-about-sex-baby.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/863933108358395271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/863933108358395271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-talk-about-sex-baby.html' title='let&apos;s talk about sex baby'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-2879769379000352657</id><published>2009-12-21T13:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T13:09:33.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>idk...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i blogged today. or at least i wrote an entry. got pretty into too lol. but at some point i just stopped, doubted that it would make any sense and deleted it. it was about trust. a subject i feel some kind of way about. i just felt like i was too all over the place with it and it wouldnt make sense or nobody would care to read it. lol i guess i experienced a moment of writer's insecurity. [as i'm sure many other bloggers have] but i dont like that. i dont know why i felt it. maybe it's because it's been so long since ive blogged. whatever it is i need to get this together. i miss blogging. it's just things have been kind of all over the place in my head lately. idk..&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/2007620451123973847-2879769379000352657?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2879769379000352657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/idk.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2879769379000352657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2879769379000352657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/idk.html' title='idk...'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-4540986683837571352</id><published>2009-12-11T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:54:03.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imperfection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;We wake up in the morning&lt;br /&gt;look ourselves in the mirror, and we try to see&lt;br /&gt;our imperfection that seems to appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The imperfection could be exterior or interior, &lt;br /&gt;it could be something you can correct&lt;br /&gt;or it could be something you did and can’t forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The imperfection shines brighter on somebody else,&lt;br /&gt;even though you have more to deal with,&lt;br /&gt;you could be judgmental or critical&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside you know love is unconditional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe saying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;“I’m sorry”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; it’s mandatory,&lt;br /&gt;coming from your conscious,&lt;br /&gt;coming from your heart,&lt;br /&gt;coming from your mind,&lt;br /&gt;that you know you were wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-style: italic; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A lot of times people forget we're ONLY human, shit happens, and people make mistakes [Even those who are in the "spotlight"]. Don't be so quick to judge just because you think NO1 knows your dirt cause guess what? There's a higher POWER that knows ALL of what we do and what if he judged you??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-4540986683837571352?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4540986683837571352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/imperfection.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4540986683837571352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4540986683837571352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/imperfection.html' title='Imperfection'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-5123273495927791910</id><published>2009-12-11T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:00:32.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For All We Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Donny Hathaway is my all-time favorite singer. I wish i could sing like him so bad! It started out with This Christmas &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[shoutout to daymechelle]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but when i went to see Roll Bounce [don't dare judge me. the movie was good] this one song really stood out to me and it naturally became my second favorite Donny Hathaway song &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[nothing can beat This Christmas lol]&lt;/span&gt; but i can never find it on Youtube :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[and Youtube has everything!]&lt;/span&gt; so if you can come across a legit version please check it out. it's such a gem. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[check out the covers at your own risk...]&lt;/span&gt; if anyone so happens to come across a good version or an actual recording of the song i can put on this post, please do not hesitate to comment with that information. i truly do appreciate it.&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/2007620451123973847-5123273495927791910?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5123273495927791910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-all-we-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5123273495927791910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5123273495927791910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/for-all-we-know.html' title='For All We Know'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-3137495394684201119</id><published>2009-12-11T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T00:41:06.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>emo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm human. as often as i may live like i'm not. i am. and i'm an emotional human. no matter how nonchalant my demeanor may come off. and sometimes life just gets to me. not in a bad way. i gave up my emo/depressed ways a while back. but every now and then i get "drained". it might be constant dealings with an ex. or just time for a much needed break. whatever it may be i found that escaping into a world of music . &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[go figure lol]&lt;/span&gt; but i tend to gravitate towards slow music. a lot of people stay away from these types of songs during moments like this because they feel it might drag them deeper into their fun. not i. i have this weird appetite for emotion. and i tend to listen to these songs. no matter what their content/message and draw on the emotion behind the lyrics or vocals or harmonies or melodies or instruments. any and everything i can. and eventually i'm recharged. it's like hearing what others are going through. what they've been through. or how they feel. whether i relate or not. eases me in some way. i hope that's not taken in some weird way. but it is who i am. whatever the case may be. now that i've made absolutely no sense. i wanted to share a song with whoever comes across this posts. it's a bit of a listen. but worth it. i hope someone finds the time to enjoy it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lG5zrtEKz6U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lG5zrtEKz6U&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[i wanna blog about the significance of Musiq Soulchild to me at some point]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-3137495394684201119?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3137495394684201119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/emo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3137495394684201119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3137495394684201119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/emo.html' title='emo'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-707212904179502322</id><published>2009-12-06T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T23:31:29.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what did we do again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i play video games. a lot. and i play them online. it's fun. i'm a nerd. a geek. a guy. loser. whatever you wanna call me. that's me. but the one thing i cannot stand when playing online is when i hear all this racism towards black people. and there's no real way you can tell what race/culture you're playing against &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[unless your name makes reference to it]&lt;/span&gt; so a lot of times these people are casually saying the most disrespectful things about black people without one possibly even playing against them. and it gets real unnecessary too. there are whole groups that play together just talking all kinds of sh*t. i swear i've heard some sh*t that will legit put you right back in that time of slavery. it's absolutely f*cking ridiculous. and what can anybody do about it??? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ABSOLUTELY NOTHING!&lt;/span&gt; and that pisses me off the most. i'm not racist. i may not refer to everybody in the politically correct way but i don't harbor any hidden resentments towards anybody. whatever feelings i may have towards someone is definitely based on the individual. not their race. not their culture. not their geographic location &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[because there's a whole bunch of anti-American talk on their too]&lt;/span&gt; nor any reference to their nationality or background. and unfortunately it's not just an international thing. there are people who clearly live in the USA that are online spewing all kinds of racist sh*t. i'm not asking for the red carpet treatment. i'm not asking for reparations or 40 acres and a mule. i'm just asking for the same thing EVERYBODY else wants. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;respect.&lt;/span&gt; is that honestly too much to ask? we have a black President. not for bragging rights. but as clear evidence that we as a people. we as a country. have come a long way since the days when slaves were shipped from Africa to all around the world. i myself want to travel the world. i want to see sh*t. i want to do sh*t. and your telling me i have to always keep my guards up because of the color of my skin? the way i talk? the way i walk? where i live? where i was born? how i look? with no respect for what i may have to offer? well i'll tell you this. as much as sh*t like this pisses me off. ima let it motivate me. my name is going to mean something before i'm done in this life. and every racist comment. every racist side glance &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[you know what i'm talkin about..]&lt;/span&gt; every disrespectful thing that i have ever experienced and will continue to experience &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[it's absolutely ridiculous that i had to say that]&lt;/span&gt; is only going to fuel the fire of success that burns inside of me. because see i strive to be more than what you make me out to be. i'm not just that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NIGGA/NIGGER.&lt;/span&gt; i'm not someone's baby daddy. i'm not that brotha standin on the corner. I am Mychael Anthony Brown I. a young man trying to find his own way to transition into the adult world successfully. and either you're going to respect that or regret that. i'm done.&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/2007620451123973847-707212904179502322?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/707212904179502322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-did-we-do-again.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/707212904179502322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/707212904179502322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-did-we-do-again.html' title='what did we do again?'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-5740603408036983210</id><published>2009-12-05T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T17:44:19.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excepting Christ</title><content type='html'>This &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;wednesday&lt;/span&gt; at 7pm I'm going to be getting &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Baptized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:-) This will be the 2nd time but I think when your a child and your parents decide for you it doesn't count &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[it does tho]&lt;/span&gt; but I felt since I'm old enough to really understand religion and decide my own destiny there is NO better time to do so then now! These last few years have really brung me closer to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; for soo many reasons but to be honest the reasoning was selfish on my part.  Also it was a struggle keeping the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAITH&lt;/span&gt; with loved ones dying especially when they're young and doing positive things &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;[it made me feel like I was going to be next]&lt;/span&gt; and then you start to question HIM, which they say your NOT suppose to do [I'm only human]. I was never really taught how to approach&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; GOD&lt;/span&gt; or how to pray in terms of word usage and I'm still not sure if I got it right but I do know my prayers do get answered in some form or another &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;[so maybe there is no wrong way]&lt;/span&gt;. However, during that time of selfishness,  grief from losing people I love,  and taking NO responsibility for Daynesha. I noticed somehow I forgot who was in control of this journey and it was time to reconnect with what I believe in and regain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAITH&lt;/span&gt; that was never really lost in the 1st place. Although, I'm not the every Sunday church going type and I don't have to be, but I do know what type of commitment I'm making and I won't lie, it won't be easy [what is?].  I look forward to what &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD &lt;/span&gt;has in-store for me and I continue to walk in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAITH!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**If ever you feel like I felt I hope this post will help you thru it all!** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you don't BELIEVE in something you'll FALL for ANYthing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-5740603408036983210?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5740603408036983210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/excepting-christ.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5740603408036983210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5740603408036983210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/excepting-christ.html' title='Excepting Christ'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-8699383612037964718</id><published>2009-12-03T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:02:58.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Lullaby</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uowJTyct_bc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uowJTyct_bc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-8699383612037964718?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8699383612037964718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfect-lullaby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8699383612037964718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8699383612037964718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfect-lullaby.html' title='Perfect Lullaby'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-6905736510928396876</id><published>2009-12-03T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T12:55:48.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Alot of things come wayyyy too easy for me. However, men seem to hide&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; [well the decent ones who actually could have a chance]&lt;/span&gt;. I hate that all the men who want a chance aren't the ones that I like even a little bit LoL. For example, you know how they say all the ugly dudes are the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;BOLDEST &lt;/span&gt;dudes ever. They'll be 1st to ask you for your number, a dance, buy you a drink, etc. But the cuties they MUST think they too good. I'm here to tell ya&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; YOUR NOT!!&lt;/span&gt; I've been single for a while now and it's funny how men think that try to "pursue" me.  I won't go into detail but I will say you've all &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FAILED! &lt;/span&gt;I know I can be intimidating at times and extremely blunt but those are things I think men should appreciate. Older men do! Which brings me to my next point. Older men are mature already, they know how the game goes and they're so ready to sweep a young tender like myself off they feet. But here's the catch they probably got 2 and 3 baby mommas, still live at home with their mom, or they just too damn old lol. Ladies the saga continues until you find th@ 1.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-6905736510928396876?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6905736510928396876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/frustration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6905736510928396876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6905736510928396876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-8476084211450333253</id><published>2009-12-02T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T16:12:40.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f0SwaSv76_w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f0SwaSv76_w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;[This is what seals the deal for me...Thx Donny!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-8476084211450333253?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8476084211450333253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8476084211450333253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8476084211450333253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the Season'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-422941664671536050</id><published>2009-11-30T18:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:06:10.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Felt so Real...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;The feeling I got was like goose bumps from his fingers rolling down my back.  Each of our lips connected and his tongue went down my chin, he reached the peak of my nipple and I instantly arched my back because the&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; sensation&lt;/span&gt; became too much. Laying there I realized this was about to get WILD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: courier new;"&gt;[not that I wasn't ready or couldn't handle it] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;before I could even say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Are you ready for this"&lt;/span&gt;.  The &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Ended:-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. #FAIL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-422941664671536050?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/422941664671536050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/felt-so-real.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/422941664671536050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/422941664671536050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/felt-so-real.html' title='Felt so Real...'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-6438791496777910015</id><published>2009-11-29T02:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T03:28:32.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am ready for love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;on my india irie sh*t. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[lol]&lt;/span&gt; i have never felt this way before. so sure. there's something about my next relationship. it just feels like it's going to be super special. i don't have anyone in mind. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[or maybe i do...]&lt;/span&gt; but that's not the kind of feeling i'm talking about. it's more so a feeling of confidence. because i've been through my share of relationships. i've broken hearts. i've had my heart broken. and i'm sure i haven't experienced the things others have gone through. but everyone's love story is different. and i know the passion i plan to put in my next relationship. the lessons learned. the different mindset. and i know i'm young but it's what i feel like doing. i have been intensely infatuated with love since birth. and i feel it's about time to embrace that like i've been longing to my whole life. i'm no skirt chaser. and yea i f*cked up in the past, but the type of girl that is affected by that isn't for me anyways. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[You and Me - Musiq]&lt;/span&gt; i want to be enveloped in love. i'm ready to give all this love i have inside. and i'm definitely mature enough to receive it in return now. and we can definitely do everything the right way from jump. and communicate effectively along the way. and create our own beautiful world. and get lost in it. may seem impossible to some. if not most. but the girl who understands me is out there. and when we find each other...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im.such.a.hopeful.romantic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-6438791496777910015?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6438791496777910015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-ready-for-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6438791496777910015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6438791496777910015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-ready-for-love.html' title='i am ready for love'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-4878926863178446244</id><published>2009-11-26T23:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:20:45.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is It - Michael Jackson</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i absolutely love this song! i was talking to my good friend Yogi yesterday and we were talking aboutour excitement for our next relationship and i realized i loved this song because of the story it tells. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[i tend to live in a fantasy world when it comes to love...i like it better that way...]&lt;/span&gt; please enjoy it. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[at least for Michael Jackson]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MQichHlV_-4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MQichHlV_-4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-4878926863178446244?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4878926863178446244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it-michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4878926863178446244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4878926863178446244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-it-michael-jackson.html' title='This Is It - Michael Jackson'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-6398548651046333518</id><published>2009-11-22T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T22:34:31.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to show my appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        woman. sweetheart. baby. cutie. love. senorita. mademoiselle. and every other tender name ever created. i love you so strong it's ridiculous. i admit in the beginning i didn't appreciate you. i was young. forgive me. but now i see just how beautiful you are. how sweet and loving you are. and i want to do nothing but show you my appreciation. i'm trying to learn another language just to tell you how beautiful you are. i even call myself taking guitar lessons so i can write you a song saying how special you are to me. corny i know. but i can't help it. you do this to me. but i'm not complaining. i &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; loving you. especially after starting off so wrong? oh how i would love the chance to show you that i can love you the right way. and since i can't be with you all i think i've come up with the perfect way to show you my appreciation. i am going to find a woman and love her SO right! i'm going to replace the "i" in my life with "we" and marry her. i vow to make her the happiest woman in the world. i'm going to be everything she needs and more. and we're going to raise a family the way we've always wanted to. we'll teach my boys to appreciate, love &amp;amp; respect women from the time they are born. we'll raise our girls as beautiful, respectable young women who appreciate men in the same respect. i know of nothing else i could possibly do to show you how much i cherish you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;je t'aime,&lt;br /&gt;Mychael Anthony Brown I&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/2007620451123973847-6398548651046333518?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6398548651046333518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-show-my-appreciation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6398548651046333518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6398548651046333518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/to-show-my-appreciation.html' title='to show my appreciation'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-2811052027754967306</id><published>2009-11-18T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T17:25:18.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been soo long...</title><content type='html'>Like &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;thisismycool&lt;/span&gt; said its been a lot of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;sex &amp;amp; relationship &lt;/span&gt;talk throughout this blog and I'm totally fine with it and as the comments show y'all don't mind either [lol]. I feel talking about it is a way of excepting your not getting none or you simply just love the art. Whatever the case I'm here to tell ya it's been sooooooo long since I had that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;oh shit, DAMN!&lt;/span&gt; However,  it's by choice. I'm not the casual sex type but I admit I've dabbed in it a few times [dnt judge!lol] &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;but its nothing like having that bf to satisfy whenever needed.&lt;/span&gt; I've been in the single world for quite some time now, honestly longer than expected but I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EXTREMELY&lt;/span&gt; picky when it comes to mine,  so I'm not at all surprised. Lately, my hormones have been ridiculous! I feel like guys when they wake up with a hard on at times [no bullshit]. It's all good tho cause whenever I do release this tension it'll be something to remember at least I hope so lol. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What if it was HORRIBLE?? No jinx!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-2811052027754967306?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2811052027754967306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-soo-long.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2811052027754967306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2811052027754967306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/its-been-soo-long.html' title='Its been soo long...'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-2375469873415576173</id><published>2009-11-16T18:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T18:34:54.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In my mind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;so lately all my mind has been on is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex &amp;amp; Relationships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. i don't want people to get the wrong idea about me. i'm just keeping it 100. now it's started to bother me lately because whenever i come to blog all i'm thinking about is some &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; im not having or some &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i'm not in. And to be honest that bothered me. so on the way to work i got to thinking about what is going on with me.&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;is it the season?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i mean since the youngest age these thoughts and ideas have always been in my mind &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[dont judge me]&lt;/span&gt; but i was feeling bad because it seemed like that was all i had come to be about. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex &amp;amp; Relationships&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and being that this is a blog of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Eccentric Souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i feel like it would be unfair if that was truly what i was all about. again. so i got to thinking. and i realized that my mind often times focuses on what's missing in my life. when i wasn't in school and unemployed &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[all through my old blog]&lt;/span&gt; that's all that was on my mind. the fate of my future. financial situations. all of that. but now i'm in school and working. so those voids are filled. but now that i'm single and not having sex, my thoughts that i usually keep in the back of my mind are now pushing their way to the front by any means necessary. so until those voids are filled...lol. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;but i'm not about to blog about any sexual experiences or give details about all the sh*t i may go through in any future relationship(s).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[now if it's a crazy *ss sexual experience i just might have to.]&lt;/span&gt; over my time spent on these social networking sites and blogging i've learned that those types of things should stay in private. especially if any parties or familiar faces and friends can access such information from these sites. granted i may mean things to come off one way, who is to say how someone else may take it. and the last thing i want or need &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is someone taking my words and throwing them in others face in a hurtful way. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[yes. it has happened before to me.]&lt;/span&gt; well now that everyone knows what's in store, i hope the results of my nonexistent sex life entertain you :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-2375469873415576173?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2375469873415576173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-my-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2375469873415576173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2375469873415576173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/in-my-mind.html' title='In my mind...'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-5610528775856709886</id><published>2009-11-16T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T16:42:30.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dondria's Duets</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if every1 is up on being a&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; LIFER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but if your not I'm sure you'll start. Lifers are ppl who live they life [duh lol] but it came from tuning into Jermaine Dupre's episodes of&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"living the life"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;on youtube. To make a long story short JD is bringing this new artist out by the name of Dondria. Now I know alot of ppl are a little skeptical about new music cause you've been let down in the past few months [lol]. I'm here to tell you Dondria has a future in music but I'm still not too sure how far she'll actually go. This mixtape that dropped on the 6th intitled &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;'Dondria Duets'&lt;/span&gt; and its full of hot R&amp;amp;B tracks like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i invented sex, pretty wings, breakup, lovers &amp;amp; friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and a whole lot more. Dondria brings her beautiful voice and her female perspective to each song. Well here's the link click for a sample and to download check out &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;global14.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0O3d5y4kpg"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z0O3d5y4kpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-5610528775856709886?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5610528775856709886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/dondrias-duets.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5610528775856709886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5610528775856709886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/dondrias-duets.html' title='Dondria&apos;s Duets'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-4650039399091552585</id><published>2009-11-14T18:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T19:01:12.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Look Good - Chalie Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhqljgODc0o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xhqljgODc0o&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this came on while i was gettin ready to go to this kickback. put me in a good mood. let's see what the night brings...&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/2007620451123973847-4650039399091552585?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4650039399091552585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-look-good-chalie-boy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4650039399091552585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4650039399091552585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-look-good-chalie-boy.html' title='I Look Good - Chalie Boy'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-1245251196766682452</id><published>2009-11-13T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:20:48.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close - Tank</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so all these thoughts about sex has got me wondering: in my sexual absence, am i going to be ready when the opportunity is right? i won't say "...when the opportunity arises..." because this is by choice. i choose who i have sex with. and everyone isn't a winner. but as these thoughts kept going around my head a song came to mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XJcTfvgDxxg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XJcTfvgDxxg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-1245251196766682452?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1245251196766682452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/close-tank.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/1245251196766682452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/1245251196766682452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/close-tank.html' title='Close - Tank'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-6746071782497680499</id><published>2009-11-13T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:11:15.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Break You Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7003829&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7003829&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/7003829"&gt;The Roots - Break You Off&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1222364"&gt;Kewellharry&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-6746071782497680499?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6746071782497680499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/break-you-off.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6746071782497680499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6746071782497680499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/break-you-off.html' title='Break You Off'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-4005522314702502172</id><published>2009-11-12T23:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T00:08:35.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i've been in the mood lately. ima be honest. it's been a while since i've gotten laid. kind of by choice tho. but still. my mind has been in the most freakiest of places lately. my mind is already in the gutter. but don't judge me. i just like sex. it's just something about a female. the warmth of their skin. the softness of their lips. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i love every part of a woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;eyes. back. breast. hips. lips. thighs. calves. arms. stomach. cheeks. feet. soul. mind. voice.&lt;/span&gt; i could hold a woman for hours. and make love to you for days. f*ck what other people think. woman. i am into you. i'm trying to get tangled in some sheets with you sweetheart. lay on my chest as i rub your back. and please excuse my hands if they gravitate towards your waist. would you think it rude if i wanted to know how you taste? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[believe it or not i wasnt trying to rhyme. but don't hate because i did.]&lt;/span&gt; and i love to tease. to watch a woman react to my every kiss. every lick. every bite. every caress. mmm mmm mmm. and in the heat of the moment. when our eyes are locked. and our souls are in sync. maybe it's just me. but it turns me on more to see you bite your lip. as your hands run wild all over my body. you're just turning me on even more. i cant help but have you in every position. i love it when you're on top. and when i hit it from the back. i just have to spank it one good time. you've probably been bad anyway. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love to make you cum.&lt;/span&gt; it's my favorite past time. maybe i'll slip my hand under your skirt when no one else is looking. i don't mean to tease you. it just means you're on my mind ;) and the things i want to do to you... put on this blindfold. relax. and enjoy the ride. and that's the beginning. when you cum at least twice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;whoa. that got real inappropriate. my bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a freak.&lt;br /&gt;may not work for everybody.&lt;br /&gt;but i'll find someone who will appreciate this.&lt;br /&gt;...right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-4005522314702502172?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4005522314702502172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/woman.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4005522314702502172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4005522314702502172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/woman.html' title='Woman'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-7112334085869916927</id><published>2009-11-12T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T23:34:15.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;we truly do appreciate all the love you guys show us. whether it's through comments or personal hit ups. a lot of this is some sort of venting. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[even if we let our imagination get the best of us sometimes lol]&lt;/span&gt; but at the end of the day we're just trying to showcase the beauty of everyday words that many overlook by painting the most vivid of pictures. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[or at least we try]&lt;/span&gt; and succeed orfail. you guys always seem to show some love and support when it counts the most. and just as a blogger. personally. the comments are always encouraged. we appreciate all past, present and future visitors &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[spread the word]&lt;/span&gt; and we hope you continue to enjoy our blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-7112334085869916927?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7112334085869916927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/7112334085869916927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/7112334085869916927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank You'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-5355987567727343875</id><published>2009-11-11T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:35:02.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Shoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/SvqST0ElehI/AAAAAAAAACo/z4LSjCNskqk/s1600-h/MELIN_BLACK-LEATHER.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402791572077378066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/SvqST0ElehI/AAAAAAAAACo/z4LSjCNskqk/s320/MELIN_BLACK-LEATHER.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fashion!!&lt;/span&gt; in the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt;= &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; of my LIFE! I'm a huge fan of shoes, jackets, and handbags. During the fall thats all you need. Ladies, am I lying? I decided I'd post items that I purchased in fall th@ I absolutely love love love with the hope that y'all will love too lol, if not that's cool too. Oh and if your just as much of fashion fan as I am then feel free to show me what your look is or what you like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I got these all black spektators a few wks ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They're now made for men and women. Thanks Steve Madden!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-5355987567727343875?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5355987567727343875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-shoe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5355987567727343875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5355987567727343875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/fall-shoe.html' title='Fall Shoe'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/SvqST0ElehI/AAAAAAAAACo/z4LSjCNskqk/s72-c/MELIN_BLACK-LEATHER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-8880725750544771396</id><published>2009-11-11T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T01:34:07.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressure Point!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;My neck. Thee most sensitive spot(as in getting the hormones goin) on my body besides my vagine. I know ya'll thinkin why the hell is she tellin us this [TMI] but ya'll know damn well if its not your neck th@ makes the panties wet or d*ck hard its an area not too far from it lol. Sometimes I wish my "spot" wasn't so typical but then again just because u kiss, lick, or touch my neck doesn't mean you'll get me xcited [sorry]. Btw, my neck is just 1 of a few ways to get me in the mood;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-8880725750544771396?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8880725750544771396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/pressure-point.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8880725750544771396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8880725750544771396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/pressure-point.html' title='Pressure Point!'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-1922571905507937042</id><published>2009-11-09T02:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T02:18:53.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oldie but goodie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[Press PLAY and read along]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xYGWSaGiemg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xYGWSaGiemg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;"Since I Seen't You"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're 'bout the flyest thang that life could ever bring&lt;br /&gt;Like fresh air to me the blood I bleed sent to me&lt;br /&gt;And I want, wanna build with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I seen't you, we've been peoples, your're my equal&lt;br /&gt;This love is see through I want to Keep you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your're like the softest cloud a virgin in my eye&lt;br /&gt;An angel just my size&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I could fall in love with you again&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna build with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I seen't you, we've been peoples, your're my equal&lt;br /&gt;This love is see through I want to Keep you&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Post Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your conversation is liberating, when we're relating it's a vacation.&lt;br /&gt;Like recreation, I want my way with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the day you walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;I've never been the same then and not again&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray to God that you stay awhile&lt;br /&gt;..........with me and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ad lib out.......]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-1922571905507937042?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1922571905507937042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/oldie-but-goodie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/1922571905507937042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/1922571905507937042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/oldie-but-goodie.html' title='oldie but goodie'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-7844457477971507173</id><published>2009-11-04T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:00:53.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>car sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[viewer/reader discretion advised]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i love car sex. or more so. i appreciate it. you know d*mn well you got it poppin in the car too! that sh*t was super convenient when you couldn't get a spot. i mean. i dig the whole bedroom or living room or family room or whatever room you choose to use. and the hotel thingy. even the beach thingy. but there's something about car sex that holds a special place in my heart lol. oh the thrill of getting caught! &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;[depending on where you parked]&lt;/span&gt; maybe it's just me but car sex seems to be amongst the most passionate of sex there is. i mean there's not much to distract you inside the car. especially if you TRYNA get it poppin. you clear everything out the way! and it's just you. and them. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;[whoever that person may be for you]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and some good ol sweaty sex. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;[...or maybe you really not tryna gettin it poppin. sad face for you.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i'm tryna f*ck up some hair when it comes to car sex. i know that's f*ck up to the girl. but she had to have known what she was gettin herself into beforehand lol. im tryna have that sh*t jumpin and squeakin and rockin and disturbin the peace and alla that sh*t. why not? i bet the neighbors know my name. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;[shout out to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://twitter.com/SongzYuuup"&gt;@SongzYuuup&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; lol i'm being flooded with memories that are a bit much too even put in this post so ima wrap it up here. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;[no pun. but WRAP-IT-UP via BET]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and if you haven't had car sex. get you some. if it's been a while. fix that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-7844457477971507173?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7844457477971507173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/car-sex.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/7844457477971507173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/7844457477971507173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/car-sex.html' title='car sex'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-6884313680089511657</id><published>2009-11-03T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T20:17:12.381-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was feelin old school today...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLh3u0cZYVM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sLh3u0cZYVM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;im thinking there should be a male version of this song...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-6884313680089511657?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6884313680089511657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-feelin-old-school-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6884313680089511657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6884313680089511657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-feelin-old-school-today.html' title='i was feelin old school today...'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-7146306195496505175</id><published>2009-11-03T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T19:31:07.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my ideal girl...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so today i got to thinking about my ideal girl. please don't misunderstand this post. these are just the thoughts that ran across my mind when i was thinking about my ideal girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;she couldn't be 1 dimensional. her beauty alone would be absolutely amazing. but her intelligence and maturity would be just as amazing if not more. i'm not asking for a supermodel. i'm not asking for a doctor. but a woman who understands there is no reason to mask her natural beauty with make up. don't get me wrong. i understand how make up can enhance natural beauty. but trust me baby when i say, you don't need it. she can hold her own. her style, her grace, her swagger. is like no other. because it's natural. she is who many try to be. original. willing to lounge around the house with me in some basketball shorts and a shirt on a lazy sunday watching football. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[and she tries her best to get into the game with me]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a girl who can throw on a dress and some heels and turn heads. our sexual chemistry would always seem to be @ it's peak. this relationship isn't based solely on sex at all. but we can't seem to keep our hands off each other. constantly flirting. teasing. pleasing. she's my girl, so she comes first. and then i'll follow. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[keep your mind out the gutter...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; she can cook. but so can i. and what we both can't, we'll learn. if not from each other. together. and that's the attitude we carry throughout life as well. we motivate each. we inspire each other. she's my ride or die. and i got her back just the same. she knows everything about me. and i, everything about her. we may have come up separately. but we share the same core values. and this bond is impossible to break. we don't have to always have something to say to the other. the company is enough at times. we argue. but we never fight. we disagree. but we're never over. our relationship is a soulful one. music. love. laughter. the perfect tag team. we're addicted to each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...just my thoughts. a combination of all of my favorite qualities i've seen women display. maybe this is just a fantasy. but we're all entitled to our own dreams right? well let's just say this is one i can't help but wish it comes true...&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/2007620451123973847-7146306195496505175?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7146306195496505175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-ideal-girl.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/7146306195496505175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/7146306195496505175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-ideal-girl.html' title='my ideal girl...'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-3902544684125292023</id><published>2009-11-01T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T22:32:08.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Emerald</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jplistings.ca/photos/forsale/individual/104230_96156018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 250px;" src="http://jplistings.ca/photos/forsale/individual/104230_96156018.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meet &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Emerald&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;my very first car&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[he best '92 Toyota Camry ever made. ever!]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;*tear*&lt;/span&gt; i miss her so much! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I LOVED HER SO MUCH!&lt;/span&gt; and she loved me right back. even when she broke down every now and then. it wasn't her fault. it was mine. i should have taken better care of her. but she knew she was my first. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;i think she was my first love.&lt;/span&gt; she represents a major point in my life. that was the first car i had sex in. and i had some really amazing sex back there. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[well all over actually...;)]&lt;/span&gt; i had the dark tint all around. i had a nice lil CD player system with some questionable but good beat. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[my first car. dont judge me.]&lt;/span&gt; and when i was finally able to drive to school! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;i was the man!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;so many memories:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;my first date being able to drive. my first ticket. my first race. my first accident. my first flat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;and the sex was amazing!&lt;/span&gt; what about driving the freeway for the first time. driving to the beach. and wherever else i was confident she could go. i wish i could go outside and hug her right now :(. she's gone now. she was getting old. barely staying alive for me anymore. it doesnt matter how many cars i end up having in my lifetime. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no car will ever compare to my dear Emerald.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i really wish i could have her back now :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-3902544684125292023?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3902544684125292023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/emerald.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3902544684125292023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3902544684125292023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/11/emerald.html' title='Emerald'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-3533453462726717344</id><published>2009-10-30T01:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T03:20:01.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>unattended</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so ive been single for a while now. but i really started stepping out into this 'single' world just over these last couple of months. i had been in relationships continuously for a long time so it was kind of weird to transition back into this. i was definitely used to the calls. the attention. the ability to go over a boo's house and cuddle and watch tv and alla that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;that sh*t kiiiiinda just stops when you're legit single.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[found that out the hard way...]&lt;/span&gt; and i don't mean the single where you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;'kinda talkin'&lt;/span&gt; to someone or in a relationship with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;'no titles'&lt;/span&gt;. im talkin legit clean slate single lol. now i'll admit that i dont have the cleanest past with my relationships. ive done my dirt and paid the price several times. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[dont judge me by the mistakes of my past. they do not predict the actions of my future.]&lt;/span&gt; but i was young and dumb. and im not saying i have things all figured out right now. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;but then again, i dont think im supposed to at 22.&lt;/span&gt; i acknowledge that my past relationships have been the most amazing learning experiences ever. and with that being said. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ive chosen to take this time and learn a bit more about women.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;i guess you can say im trying to figure out how they work &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[good luck with that right?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and so far there has been one situation that im finding out seems to be quite common. i referred to it as &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;"unattended woman syndrome"&lt;/span&gt;. hear me out. it's just identifying a woman &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a relationship who is feeling unappreciated or in some cases disrespected. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;while giving her all in the relationship,&lt;/span&gt; he's barely trying to match her effort. &lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;he's not appreciating&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;the little things she's doing to provide happiness for him.&lt;/span&gt; i could go on forever with this but the fact of the matter is: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;these dudes out here are leaving their women unattended.&lt;/span&gt; and there are so many &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;[good]&lt;/span&gt; dudes out there &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;willing to treat them right and appreciate everything they have to offer.&lt;/span&gt; and if you don't wake up soon. she's gonna leave you. so i wanted to send a message to all the fellas out there who aren't truly appreciating these beautiful women for who they are. but it looks somebody beat me to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chitownjerkfest.com/Wha%20Gwaan/Down%20Arrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 289px;" src="http://www.chitownjerkfest.com/Wha%20Gwaan/Down%20Arrow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-3533453462726717344?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3533453462726717344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/unattended.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3533453462726717344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3533453462726717344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/unattended.html' title='unattended'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-6388658115382402185</id><published>2009-10-29T22:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:22:54.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Boyfriend Should do...</title><content type='html'>Ladies I know it's times where you expect a Man to know what to do when you're sad, wanna be held, mad, tryin to be playful, in need, etc. But usually if you aren't upfront about what you want they'll &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; know. Men aren't mind readers nor are they gonna beg to know what's going on with you. Not saying that they don't care but they simply just don't communicate like us. So I decided to help you guys out in certain circumstances. However, this may not work for every1 but I'm almost certain the ladies will agree. To be completely honest these are things that I wish would've happen while I was in relationships with boys &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;[yeah i said boys cause they weren't at all men yet]&lt;/span&gt; but it didn't happen for a reason &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;[growth]&lt;/span&gt;. Also men feel free to let me know how you feel about what is ask'd of you....Here we goo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she walks away from you mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Follow her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she stares at your mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Kiss her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When she pushes you or hit’s you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Grab her and don’t let go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she starts cussing at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Don’t cuss back and make her feel worse,just deal with it for the time being)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When she’s quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Ask her what’s wrong,but not a billion times when she says nothing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When she ignores you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Give her your attention)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When she pulls away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Pull her back)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see her at her worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Tell her she’s beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you see her start crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Just hold her and don’t say a word)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you see her walking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Sneak up and hug her waist from behind)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she’s scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Protect her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When she lay’s her head on your shoulder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Tilt her head up and kiss her)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she steals’s your favorite shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Let her keep it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When she tease’s you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Tease her back and make her laugh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she doesn’t answer for a long time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Reassure her that everything is okay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When she looks at you with doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Back yourself up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When she say’s that she like’s you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(She really does more than you could understand, completely true)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she grabs at your hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Hold hers and play with her fingers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When she tells you a secret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Keep it safe and untold)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When she looks at you in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Don’t look away until she does)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she misses you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(She’s hurting inside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When you break her heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(The pain never really goes away)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;When she says its over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(She still wants you to be hers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-6388658115382402185?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6388658115382402185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-boyfriend-should-do.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6388658115382402185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6388658115382402185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-boyfriend-should-do.html' title='What a Boyfriend Should do...'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-4983656298395508811</id><published>2009-10-28T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:26:32.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Respect the Struggle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I was up lastnite writing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[as i do every night it seems like]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; about all types of shit. I found myself writing about the struggle tho, it was one of those moments where you just let the pen and your hand run thru the paper, after your hand gets tired you read over what u got and HOPE its something worth sharing. Funny part is I still don't think its worth sharing even after i made it into a poem and gave it a title &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[LoL].&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But I say what the hell I'll let the readers be the judge! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Keep in mind that I'm sensitive about my shit!"--Badu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I Respect the struggle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I Strive to prevail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I try to stop wondering what’s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;fake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I Respect the hustle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I can not fail I’m on my feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;letting my spirit set sail. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I Respect the hard times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;For what they are worth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;They teach me a lot but they indeed do hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I Respect the real and ignore the fake &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;The fake will take what I worked hard to make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;I Respect the wise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;For they know wisdom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;when they breathe no longer I do not forget them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I Respect the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/repect-the-struggle/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff00;"&gt;game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Even if i don’t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/repect-the-struggle/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I have to learn to lose in order to win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I Respect the dignity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;That no one can take I’m strong sooo i won’t break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I Respect the process of life it’s self&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;whether poor or rich Life is a&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/repect-the-struggle/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;gift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;But when it get’s hard it’s almost cursed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;I Respect the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/repect-the-struggle/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;rewards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt; for working hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;But I wont let that taint who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;I Respect the struggle of Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;a bitter sweet curse but i can turn that around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;and make it a blessing in the works. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;This is the end of my bitter sweet words.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-4983656298395508811?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4983656298395508811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-respect-struggle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4983656298395508811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4983656298395508811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-respect-struggle.html' title='I Respect the Struggle...'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-6706673010267619140</id><published>2009-10-25T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T20:09:34.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want a love like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;PABLO NERUDA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Yes, I said I want a love like him. Why? Because of this poem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;If You Forget Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I want you to know one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You know how this is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if i look at the crystal moon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;if I touch near the fire the impalpable ashor the wrinkled body of the log,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;everything carries me to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;as if everything that exists,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;aromas, light, metals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;if little by little you stop loving me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I shall stop loving you little by little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If suddenly you forget me do not look for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;for I shall already have forgotten you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;If you think it long and mad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the wind of banners that passes through my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;remember that on that day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;at that hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;But if each day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;each hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ah my love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;ah my own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;in me all that fire is repeated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,my love feeds on your love, beloved,and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; I know after reading it seems impossible right? I believe my Pablo is out there. KEEP HOPE ALIVE!! LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-6706673010267619140?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6706673010267619140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-love-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6706673010267619140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6706673010267619140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-want-love-like.html' title='I want a love like...'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-8104687985526416581</id><published>2009-10-14T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:59:51.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/StYs4yInO2I/AAAAAAAAABw/FzXFr-1I-hc/s1600-h/trey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392546957864942434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/StYs4yInO2I/AAAAAAAAABw/FzXFr-1I-hc/s400/trey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There are a few albums out there that I'd make &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt; too and Trey Songz &lt;strong&gt;"ready"&lt;/strong&gt; album is Mos Def 1 of them...what's an album you would/have made &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; too?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-8104687985526416581?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8104687985526416581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/ready.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8104687985526416581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8104687985526416581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/ready.html' title='Ready?'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/StYs4yInO2I/AAAAAAAAABw/FzXFr-1I-hc/s72-c/trey.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-5112317720990151527</id><published>2009-10-14T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T12:51:28.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;I don't know about ya'll but the rain is my friend...it makes everything feel soft and snugg. It's the season that brings all the old/new boos round&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[even tho u dnt want them lol]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and it makes SLEEP sooooooooo much better. For some reason I always want to dance, walk, &amp;amp; talk in the rain. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, our relationship is GREAT! You never let me down, I thank you!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-5112317720990151527?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5112317720990151527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5112317720990151527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5112317720990151527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/rain.html' title='Rain:)'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-3236268166922182159</id><published>2009-10-13T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:44:30.015-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>so i have this crush.&lt;br /&gt;and she is just dope as can be.&lt;br /&gt;perfect in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;but we met under some unique circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;well maybe the circumstances were unique because ive never met anyone like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;you had this way about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we got to know each other really well by mistake.&lt;br /&gt;it was never intentional for us to connect on the level we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;but maybe that's how these things are supposed to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i probably sound crazy.&lt;br /&gt;and i apologize.&lt;br /&gt;i just wish i had the chance to tell you how i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;you are beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;inside and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;your intelligence astounds me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i said. you are beautiful sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;in every single way this man could want you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;you would never even have to beg me to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;because you and only you have made me feel this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;in such a short period of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;you know my most persoal flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;more than you could ever truly understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;and i long to know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;if i've changed my ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;and now know where i go wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;could my pains become my joys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;because you recognize the man i've grown to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;then can i finally treat you like my Queen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;and i; your King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;listen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EpVHaOxSyM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-EpVHaOxSyM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;[i remember you helped me get all of his CDs. thank you.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-3236268166922182159?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3236268166922182159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/open-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3236268166922182159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3236268166922182159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/open-your-eyes.html' title='Open Your Eyes'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-5546198495674595772</id><published>2009-10-12T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T18:59:56.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Papers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have you not heard that Usher?! you are seriously slippin if you haven't! i'm a huge fan of lyrics and emotion [that's why i love R&amp;amp;B and poetry] and this song is overwhelming with both! i plan on breaking down some lyrics in here so please turn away if you are not ready to hear what Usher has to say this time around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;now this dude is notorious for relationship songs. actually his albums have become intensely influenced by his personal experiences. and to be honest that makes them all the more enjoyable. people really relate to the honesty in people's lyrics. now i'm not currently going through anything like this myself BUT, just as everyone else, there are some super intense lyrics in here that i can relate to on some level. and i just wanted to point out some that really stood out to me. the quotes will be in different colors. let's get started. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;can't. get to work on time. can't believe the words to her that i just said. but who the hell argue and fight like dogs at 6 in the mornin?! i know it's gonna be some more sh*t toniiiiight. oh!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Usher spits that real sh*t. you telling me you never had that random argument that started late and somehow ended going on until some early hours of the morning??? then you end up being late for work or school because you got some bullsh*t *ss sleep. and that sh*t seemed to only end because you're tired and didn't want to argue anymore so you could go to sleep &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[no? just me?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. and like he said. you just knew there was going to be some more sh*t waiting for you that night! ugh. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for you i gave my heart and turned my back against the world. 'cause you were my girl. girl. girl. i don't d*mn near lost my momma. i done been through so much drama. i done turned into the man i never thought i'd be. i'm ready to sign them papers. papers. papers. [i done took all i can take but you leave me no options girl] i can't deny how much i love you. i done gave up everything i had to. as hard as it is i'm afraid i gotta say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;if you ever. ever. EVER find yourself turning your back against the world for your relationship: you probably need to make that come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; like seriously. it probably won't work out for the both of you. neither should ever feel nor promote that. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;in a relationship you are supposed to be a team. an unstoppable force. there should be love. support. and most of all encouragement to go out in the world and represent your relationship by being successful in all aspects of social and professional life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[just me again?]&lt;/span&gt; and to d*mn near lose your momma?! i don't know about anybody else but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;i love my momma to death.&lt;/span&gt; yea, i'm a mommas boy. but that's because she's all i have ever had my whole life. my daddy was killed when i was 2. AND i had an abusive step-father. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[oh i'm not afraid to get personal lol]&lt;/span&gt; so my momma has raised me through some hard times and i appreciate her for that. but to be honest. i have never been in that type of relationship. plus my mom is too cool for alla that. if you can't get along with my mom then i probably shouldn't be with you. just puttin that out there...but the most intense part in here is when he says he's reached his limit and is left with no other option but to bring it too an end. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;d*mn.&lt;/span&gt; a divorce no less! bringing any real relationship to an end means &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;a lot of sh*t happened.&lt;/span&gt; or at least whatever happened weighed heavy on someone's mind. and that's completely understandable. sometimes you can't accurately weigh how your actions may affect your partner. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;i guess that's where that good ol' communication comes in huh?&lt;/span&gt; and in the end when someone has really reached their limits and has to call it a quits, that doesn't mean they love you any less. i know personally if/when it gets THAT bad to where lyrics to a song like this are accurately telling our story. i would much rather be able to salvage a friendship out of respect for the connection we shared than be at odds for no useful reason for however long we hold onto a "bad break-up".&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i'm losing my mind. cant figure out who's wrong or right. i know it's you i love. but i also know it's you i don't like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i love you but i don't like you. we've been there. it sucks. but you can't deny the contradiction of your emotions. even when it doesn't make sense at all lol. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;i'm tired of sleepin' in the other room spending them long nights tryna figure out what in the hell in my heart i ain't do right. for you i gave my heart and turned my back against the world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; maybe you haven't been in the other room. but you ever been in bed and sleeping on clear opposite sides of the bed. just NOT cuddling or rolling over each other or something?! how about when you're trying to figure out where the argument came from when you ain't been doing NOTHING BUT RIGHT! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[i feel like more dudes can relate to me on that one..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;look. at the end of the day NO ONE knows the perfect recipe for success in a relationship without trial and error. but it's about the compromise. the communication. the patience. a genuine appreciation of what you both bring to the table. and fun. when it's all said and done you should be smiling about the memories instead of crying or being angry. but unfortunately we tend to be too young to understand that before it's too late. but every thing happens for a reason. so every relationship. every heartache. every heartbreak. it leads to a better you. not a beaten or broken you. and you should never ever settle for less. but now that i've completely ruined the song for you lol:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="420"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kRS_DZNGEyo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kRS_DZNGEyo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="420"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-5546198495674595772?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5546198495674595772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/papers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5546198495674595772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5546198495674595772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/papers.html' title='Papers'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-4698452389492722493</id><published>2009-10-12T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T02:17:23.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you, thank you. you're far too kind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i don't know about you. but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i'm tha sh*t at parallel parking.&lt;/span&gt; now i admit. that sh*t ain't always as easy as you would like. and this d*mn F150 &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[a random decision @ a stoopit moment...]&lt;/span&gt; don't make it NO easier! but i tell you WHat! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i'm the sh*t when it comes to parallel parking!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i swear to it. its an art. you just know when you can. but anyways. so that becomes a really intense victory for me. fist pump worthy if i say so myself. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[do you enter "pause" here?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but i'm sure you all love that joy. unless you have half a car. cause then you're pretty much always str8. no. im not jealous or anything. just stating the facts. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[...i mean they are FACTS...]&lt;/span&gt; but now this feels ridiculous and i just wanna say &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;i'm the sh*t @ parallel parking.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[it IS the little things that count the most lol...where is your mind @ and why?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-4698452389492722493?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4698452389492722493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-thank-you-youre-far-too-kind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4698452389492722493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4698452389492722493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/thank-you-thank-you-youre-far-too-kind.html' title='thank you, thank you. you&apos;re far too kind...'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-2880531446470743686</id><published>2009-10-11T03:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T04:22:08.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>real sh*t</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;i keep it as real as possible on this here blog. but this might be a little too real for some. so ONLY read if you ready for that real sh*t. judge me if you want. this is me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;i'm a closet freak who is tired of being in the closet!&lt;/span&gt; now i'm not tryna be all out and about throwin my goodness all over the place. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[been there. done that. i'm good lol :)]&lt;/span&gt; but all the girls i've gotten into serious relationships with have put me in a position where i felt i would be disrespecting them if i was more verbal about my sexuality. and i totally understand the reasoning behind it. i'm all for the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;"lady/gentleman in the streets, freak in the sheets"&lt;/span&gt;. let's just say i've tried to hide this and i can't live like that anymore! i came across a blog earlier &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[yes you!]&lt;/span&gt; that seemed to awaken the sleeping beast inside of me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[lol]&lt;/span&gt; now i don't mean for that to come across too intensely but it is what it is.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;i enjoy sex very much.&lt;/span&gt; as i would imagine many do. and i really can't get with holding my tongue any more. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;i'm a freak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; real sh*t. you really don't have to believe me. i actually prefer that you don't. all i know is i'm definitely into a female getting hers before i even attempt to get mines. real sh*t, some times i will take care of her and be fine with that. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sex is more than just about me getting mines.&lt;/span&gt; that's d*mn near inevitable. for me, it's more about me tryna see how much she can handle &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[too much??? turn away now]&lt;/span&gt; i have no problem handling mine. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm a man. and i'm down to please my woman.&lt;/span&gt; and they tend to be happier for it. so for all of you brothas who don't go down on your girl. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[and random jump-offs DO NOT count!]&lt;/span&gt; you're asking for a brotha like me to come along and take them! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[not that i'm into that @ all though. i respect relationships from both perspectives. being on the inside and out]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;because there are dudes out there just waiting to find simple *ss dudes like you slippin!&lt;/span&gt; but i feel like i've gotten off track lol. anyways. i'm awake now. and to &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; who inadvertently inspired slash awakened me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;thank you! thank you sooooo much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[please stay anonymous]&lt;/span&gt; i hate sitting back trying to be the nice guy all the time. i have nothing but good intentions. but i can't deny my sexuality. it wouldn't be me. so for those of you who know me. those of you who don't know me. those of you who thought you knew me. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;surprise!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[lol]&lt;/span&gt; take me as i am. i get down with the romance and comedy and deep intellectual stuff all the way. but i'm about my sh*t. not arrogance. not cockiness. but confidence. [&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2009/07/lil-about-me.html"&gt;old post&lt;/a&gt;] pretty much i'm acknowledging myself as a total package. and this sexual side has been hidden for quite some time so it's going to be interesting to see what happens now. again. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;thank you!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;[lol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-2880531446470743686?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2880531446470743686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/real-sht.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2880531446470743686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2880531446470743686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/real-sht.html' title='real sh*t'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-1223104951000409557</id><published>2009-10-10T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T03:16:31.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://middlezonemusings.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/lady-and-the-tramp-400ds062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://middlezonemusings.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/lady-and-the-tramp-400ds062.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;remember this kind of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-1223104951000409557?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1223104951000409557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/hopeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/1223104951000409557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/1223104951000409557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/hopeless.html' title='Hopeless...'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-4056489803039833757</id><published>2009-10-09T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T21:47:39.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm ready</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i'm ready.&lt;/span&gt; for a while now i've been developing my thoughts around the man i want to be. in all aspects. friends. family. professional. public. private. and i'm done just thinking about it. i'm through with just talking about it. it's definitely time to be about it. and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i'm ready.&lt;/span&gt; i acknowledge the fact that everything is a work in progress. and i recognize that all the bumps and bruises along the way will be apart of my continuous growth towards my ultimate goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i ran into an old friend today at the barbershop and right off the back i could see time had done him well. fresh suit. beaming with confidence. he's older and everything but it was still amazing to see where he is right now in his life. and as the conversation we were having continued on it was even more of a treat to hear his future plans. i truly do wish the best of luck to him. he's definitely headed on the right path. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;but it got me thinking about myself.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;now it's taken me a while to find my "passion". i was never into school or college much at all and spent a lot of time wasting time.&lt;/span&gt; but talking to this dude and sharing my own progress and goals and things of that nature gave me a sense of pride i guess i had kind of ignored for a little bit. granted i didn't need any approval from anyone on my goals to feel validated, hearing from this guy who grew up in the same hood i found myself hanging out in when i moved to California, and see him make it out and have business in the State Legislature &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[right?!]&lt;/span&gt; was very inspirational. and for him to applaud the efforts i've been making and the strides i've been taking to reach my goals was quite a humbling experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i'm going to be a history professor at the college level. almost a year ago i realized that my major of interest is history. because everyone's history ties into each others. a victory. a fail. an alliance. it all relates somehow. but i believe that it will ultimately give people a greater sense of where they can go and what they can do knowing the history of their people or their country. in a sense, where they have been and what they have been through. i do however plan to focus on African-American history. because i feel like that's the best opportunity for me to reach the unattended of a generation. i work at a continuation school in Compton, California and it is a heartbreaking experience to see such a population of  a generation so unmotivated and uninspired while we have a&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Black President in The United States of America.&lt;/span&gt; i mean seriously! &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;President Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt; is among the biggest inspirations for me when it comes to taking school as well as life decisions a bit more seriously. and i feel like presenting the history prior to such monumental moments as the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Presidential Election of 2008&lt;/span&gt; will give all races and cultures inspiration to make a difference in whatever way they can. because to understand the history of slavery and to see a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;President Barack Obama&lt;/span&gt; around the world &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;representing the United States of America AND just being awarded the Nobel Peace Prize&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"his extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples"&lt;/span&gt; is absolutely amazing. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;there is no way you can stop me now!&lt;/span&gt; and it's this sense of pride i plan to share with as many students as i can as a &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Professor of History.&lt;/span&gt; and although i plan on focusing on African-American history, being a history professor, i will be able to provide as much assistance as possible in helping motivate all other cultures and races as well. i also plan on working with inner-city youth programs like the one i work for now to provide all kinds of further assistance in the most needy of areas. like i said before. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;i'm ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;the conversation also included my barber who was willing to come to the school and cut hair for free just to have a chance to talk to these kids and help provide whatever motivation he can. and just seeing how he and my friend were so willing to help the cause. to see how willing they were to assist me in working against the odds just refueled my spirits. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;i have to admit, i had kind of lost a bit of inspiration letting my thoughts get to me: thinking i was too far behind being that i got serious later than others. feeling like my goals were unattainable.&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i'm ready.&lt;/span&gt; it's definitely the right time to get more focused in school and hurry up and transfer so i can do some damage. i'm hungry to taste this life that i know is just waiting for me. it may sound crazy but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can feel that this is my calling.&lt;/span&gt; no matter how i may fall back or start to lose interest, something ALWAYS keeps pulling me back. whether it's random run-ins like this. or something on the news. or something at my school. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;or reading a blog about someone else realizing there passion.&lt;/span&gt; i just feel like this was meant for me. i've been through more than anyone could ever really imagine i have. but i'm sure everyone feels like that to some extent. and rightfully so. but it all leads to something. and i realize that all my ups and downs, twists and turn arounds have led me to this. this life. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;i'm ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and although i focused on my career goals in this blog post, i'm ready for so much more in all aspects of my life. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i can't keep delaying things until i "feel" like i'm ready.&lt;/span&gt; i have to be ready at all times. &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;failure is inevitable. but it's how you come back. how you grow. what you learn. there is no success without failure.&lt;/span&gt; i once read/heard the key to success is to not be afraid of failure. and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;i am no longer afraid of failure. i'm ready to succeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; i really hope others are as well. it's getting to be that point in life where we as a young generation NEED to start being able to live in this world and help make a difference. help make some long overdue changes. i refuse to not be apart of the success of my generation. and i plan to help guide the next generation towards their own avenues of success just as the generations ahead have helped me. i can't stress it any stronger. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;i am ready!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#fcc538;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-4056489803039833757?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/4056489803039833757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-ready.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4056489803039833757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/4056489803039833757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-ready.html' title='i&apos;m ready'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-5282975751845687817</id><published>2009-10-09T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T15:24:42.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a small WORLD after all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/Ss-37IqRPcI/AAAAAAAAABo/CTILiTKrlrE/s1600-h/world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390729505550712258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/Ss-37IqRPcI/AAAAAAAAABo/CTILiTKrlrE/s320/world.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How &lt;/strong&gt;does it feel to be caught up in a world where everybody knows somebody that links back to &lt;strong&gt;YOU?&lt;/strong&gt; I know if not everyone that reads this has a story or knows someone that dealt with a circle of friends who were attracted to a person in another circle and that's how it started. But how did it end? Well here's the thing...Why do we date someone then feel obligated to hook the homie up with his/her friend? I think thats the 1st mistake for soo many reasons, mainly because your always going to hear something (bad or good) from each of them because you linked them together. So then when neither of those "relationships" work you move on to the next right? RIGHT!! The next happens to be cool with someone else you know or close too so the cycle continues...Before you know it you've been with about 4 people whom where all linked in some kind of way. How do you break free??&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know alot of times its NEVER on purpose that you fall for your ex's friend or associate, it just happens! Females have created this unwritten rule that you just dont date, have sex with, or even think about someone we've had dealings with PERIOD!! However, not every female agrees with th@ because of different circumstances in their eyes. Males usually see it as ya girl was on me so I did what any guy would do and he takes ol girl down. For me it's all HIGH SCHOOL!!! No really because most of the people you've encountered in your life was through high school [tell me I'm lying]. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Personally I won't EVER deal with someone in the "circle" again (yes I said again) cause it's hard enough finding someone outside the "circle" that has No ties whatsoever to the "circle" lol. You gotta be selfish when it comes down to really being serious about he or she. Cause if you don't you'll just find yourself saying, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"its a small WORLD after all"&lt;/span&gt; while shaking your head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;~ I need feedback on this so plz comment, agree to disagree. Whatever u like lol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-5282975751845687817?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5282975751845687817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-small-world-after-all.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5282975751845687817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5282975751845687817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-small-world-after-all.html' title='It&apos;s a small WORLD after all...'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/Ss-37IqRPcI/AAAAAAAAABo/CTILiTKrlrE/s72-c/world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-7507422944025173830</id><published>2009-10-08T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T14:40:36.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/Ss-s5OvujaI/AAAAAAAAABg/c4BjqiETbD0/s1600-h/sex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390717378196573602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/Ss-s5OvujaI/AAAAAAAAABg/c4BjqiETbD0/s320/sex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I know some of you lit up when you seen &lt;strong&gt;SEX&lt;/strong&gt;, huh? Thought to yourself, 'thats a must read' LOL! Naw but really lets get into it (sex talk). I was reading this book about this spiritual connection type stuff that makes peoples' sex drive go thru the roof. Which made me think about how nowadays you don't even need a connection, except for physically to get you some. Not saying it's something wrong with that (i dnt judge) but I prefer more than just the physical aspect of things. Don't get me wrong it's been a time where I decided taken him down was definitely going to happen regardless cause baby was just that &lt;strong&gt;FINE!&lt;/strong&gt; lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lastnight on twitter alot of the ppl I follow had this #twitterafterdark trending topic going on and I MUST say it was &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt;. Just tweeting about the things we like while having or before sex. We talked about oral, foreplay, porn, etc. You name it we pretty much covered it. So here's where I start getting into more serious questions...As an adult you realize it's time to find that special someone and potentially develop a relationship, right?? How do you go about doing that given what all males/females have experienced in y'all day and age? Meaning the people in your "circle" or outside of the circle has at least experienced someone or something near you. You get my drift?? &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;[someone knows someone that you been with if they haven't been with them too]. &lt;/span&gt;Which brings me to my next blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-7507422944025173830?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/7507422944025173830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/sex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/7507422944025173830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/7507422944025173830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/sex.html' title='Sex'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/Ss-s5OvujaI/AAAAAAAAABg/c4BjqiETbD0/s72-c/sex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-474411002130996141</id><published>2009-10-08T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T04:19:48.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a little something to enjoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5594879&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=5594879&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/5594879"&gt;Live Cast #13 / Colbie Caillat – Fallin For You&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user293194"&gt;Borey&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;[this is why i love the guitar!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-474411002130996141?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/474411002130996141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-something-to-enjoy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/474411002130996141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/474411002130996141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-something-to-enjoy.html' title='a little something to enjoy'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-6734338169521066041</id><published>2009-10-08T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:46:33.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel like i should let you all know...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl2/10/105309/06_2009/3bd758598af2421a_Keyshia-Cole-2009-Grammys.xlarger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 400px;" src="http://images.teamsugar.com/files/upl2/10/105309/06_2009/3bd758598af2421a_Keyshia-Cole-2009-Grammys.xlarger.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i have the biggest crush on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Keyshia Cole!&lt;/span&gt; we all have our celebrities. and she is one of mine. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Keri Hilson&lt;/span&gt; is pretty up there right now. and i can never resist &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Erykah Badu.&lt;/span&gt; but &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Keyshia&lt;/span&gt; is where it's @ for me. i met her once. kept my cool :) i met &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;Keri Hilson&lt;/span&gt; too but i had to leave before i fell in love...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[don't judge me]&lt;/span&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/2007620451123973847-6734338169521066041?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6734338169521066041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-like-i-should-let-you-all-know.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6734338169521066041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6734338169521066041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-feel-like-i-should-let-you-all-know.html' title='i feel like i should let you all know...'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-9007652942794869602</id><published>2009-10-07T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T01:37:28.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now yall know i play it like a pro in the game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so i've been doing this bloggin thing for a bit. a while back my friend &lt;a href="http://getyo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hamilton&lt;/a&gt; started his blog and i came across &lt;a href="http://www.kanyeuniversecity.com/blog/"&gt;Kanye West's&lt;/a&gt; blog and they both inspired me to start blogging. now it's been a while since i been on &lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/"&gt;my first blog.&lt;/a&gt; but i reactivated so i can post a link to this one and &lt;a href="http://jdaflip.blogspot.com/"&gt;someone&lt;/a&gt; took the opportunity to check it out &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[you just keep rockin' wit cha bad self!]&lt;/span&gt; and it kind of made me look back @ my old posts. please don't take this the wrong way: &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;but i wrote some good stuff!&lt;/span&gt; i reread some of the things i wrote and instantly jumped into that very moment. i smiled. i frowned. got a little angry. laughed. it was a crazy little ride. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;but that's a secret motive behind me bloggin so much.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;i don't expect everyone to feel me on everything. but i figure this stuff is going to be lost in cyberspace @ some point. and generations are going to go by and someone just might discover my blogs. and just imagine how they would feel to come across some blog posts of mine that they related to 300 years later??? crazy right?! i'm definitely aiming to make a some sort of name for myself in my lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;[different post. different time ;)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;but i don't disregard the idea that whatever i do in my life has the ability to live on forever is possible.&lt;/span&gt; maybe i'm a bit crazy for that. but it makes me appreciate life and the things that occur in my life that much more as well as take more pride in what i do and what effect i have on the world. don't get me wrong. i'm a work in progress &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[;)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but look out for me. i got plans. with that being said i just wanted to post a few links to some old posts i revisited and figured some might enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-does-it-happen.html"&gt;how does it happen?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-my-mind.html"&gt;on my mind&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2009/01/friendspart-deux.html"&gt;friends...part deux&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2009/01/happiness.html"&gt;happiness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-guy.html"&gt;good guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2009/03/gettin-my-3-ls-on.html"&gt;gettin' my 3 L's on&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2009/03/kiss-me-in-morning.html"&gt;kiss me in the morning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-talking-to-me-in-mirror.html"&gt;i'm talking to me in the mirror...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2009/04/take-me-as-i-am.html"&gt;take me as i am&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2009/04/point-of-it-all.html"&gt;the point of it all&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2009/05/forgive-forget.html"&gt;forgive &amp;amp; forget&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2009/05/heavenly.html"&gt;heavenly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-give-you-my-soul.html"&gt;i give you my soul&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-amazing-creatures-you.html"&gt;you amazing creatures you!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2009/07/well-isnt-this-awkward.html"&gt;well isn't this awkward...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itsmykeb.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-be-real.html"&gt;let's be real&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those may be a bit much to read all in one sitting but by all means pick and choose. revisit. there's some good stuff in there. i promise. reading those posts kind of renewed a bit of my passion for words and blogging so hopefully i'll be able to bring that over here. please enjoy and don't be afraid to give any/all feedback. let's talk about it :)&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/2007620451123973847-9007652942794869602?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/9007652942794869602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-yall-know-i-play-it-like-pro-in.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/9007652942794869602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/9007652942794869602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-yall-know-i-play-it-like-pro-in.html' title='now yall know i play it like a pro in the game...'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-2467797231328526631</id><published>2009-10-07T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T16:59:46.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SOUL SisTahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I love this so I thought I'd share...Hope you likey and plz comment :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Answers given on our ancestors risen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Resurrected. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Spoken lyrics on the spirits of ancestors to Black Panthers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Harriet Tubman and Sojourner Truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Learning the burning truth about Angela Davis or Assata Shakur. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Kathleen Cleaver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Controlled whispers for my soul sisters who held things down for US brothers because they loved US.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Called nigger, niggress, nigga, or niggette yet were Nubianesque queens. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Treated US brothers like kings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Fed US our freedom as they led US to freedom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Stood right by our side and cried as Panthers partied. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Til questions ended and answers started. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Our ancestors were sisters who blessed US. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;For the pathways paved, homage is paid for those that birthed and nursed and mothered the revolution. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-By Kommon Knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-2467797231328526631?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-5314578773375733748</id><published>2009-10-07T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T16:40:01.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder of how blessed I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/Ss0md59_GDI/AAAAAAAAABY/FT3b0o3ZPds/s1600-h/billlings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390006624251222066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/Ss0md59_GDI/AAAAAAAAABY/FT3b0o3ZPds/s200/billlings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...ups, downs, smiles, and frowns. But even after the very horrible or very happy moments we still realize how blessed we are. Well at least those who have hearts. I can &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; understand why people take peoples lives but it happens for a reason. Reasons we can &lt;strong&gt;NEVER &lt;/strong&gt;truly pinpoint. This story on the Billings has definitely touched my heart and I hope it touched or touchs y'all too. The tradegy happen this past summer and after all the stuff that I thought that I went through couldn't get any worse, I realize there are 9 special needs kids without parents and they really have &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; clue as to why? how? who? So when I decide to complain or think that my problems are soo BIG, I'm now reminded that i'm not at all alone. No matter what we have something to be thankful for because we're still breathing, It's a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BLESSING!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;[ The story of Billings Murder]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"One moment, they were sleeping peacefully in their Florida home. The next, they were innocent victims of a methodical murder plot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;On July 9, 2009, gunmen broke into Melanie and Byrd "Bud" Billings' home and killed them while they lay in bed. Bud was shot six times, and Melanie took five bullets to the chest, face and head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Melanie and Bud weren't the only ones at home that night. Nine adopted children with special needs, members of the Billingses' large, loving family, were sleeping nearby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ashley Markham, their 27-year-old daughter who lives outside the home, remembers the day vividly. "I called the house about 7:30, and that's when Jacob answered," she says. "Jacob was very distraught."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then, Jacob, Ashley's 10-year-old adopted brother with Down syndrome, handed the telephone to his autistic sister, Adrianna, who told Ashley their parents were laying on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Confused and scared, Ashley called 911 while she drove to her parents' house. "I remember pulling up outside the fence, and the yard was taped off," she says. "There were so many police officers, and nobody knew what was going on."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Further investigation led to a chilling discovery. The security cameras Melanie and Bud had installed to watch over their adopted children caught the moments before the murders on tape". (via Oprah.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P.s. Also if you go to Oprah.com you can get more on the story and the trust they have for the childern, if you CAN donate. Thx Loves!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-5314578773375733748?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5314578773375733748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/blessed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5314578773375733748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5314578773375733748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/blessed.html' title='Reminder of how blessed I am.'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/Ss0md59_GDI/AAAAAAAAABY/FT3b0o3ZPds/s72-c/billlings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-2413466895375348012</id><published>2009-10-05T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T23:36:46.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Tweeter. R u??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/SsrcFq9kx1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/VIRKBw2pCIU/s1600-h/twitter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389361894092228434" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 139px; height: 164px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/SsrcFq9kx1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/VIRKBw2pCIU/s200/twitter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twitter!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; thee most &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;AWESOME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; way of communication since cell phones. I mean you can do soo much in 140 characters or less. Piss sum1 off, make sum1s day, bring awareness too, twitpic , twitvid, etc. You have those other sites to like uhm...dang I can't even think of them, uh.....Oh yeah facebook, myspace, skype etc. that did the "job" for the moment but then they died out. I personally dont think twitter will die down because you have your A-listers and alot(if not all) of America tweeting. Really your getting all you want right from the source if they have a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;twitter&lt;/span&gt; page, what more could you ask for?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;TWITTER U ROCK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.s. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Follow&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/daymechelle"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;@daymechelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/thisismycool"&gt;@thisismycool&lt;/a&gt; thx!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-2413466895375348012?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2413466895375348012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-tweeter-r-u.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2413466895375348012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2413466895375348012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-tweeter-r-u.html' title='I&apos;m a Tweeter. R u??'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/SsrcFq9kx1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/VIRKBw2pCIU/s72-c/twitter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-1945708919456145714</id><published>2009-10-05T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:40:25.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just an Imaginary friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know my real name.&lt;br /&gt;But he called me Mikey. He is Stanley. And I, am his imaginary friend.&lt;br /&gt;Or at least I used to be...&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of like he doesn't see me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, no one else really did. But that was fine for the both of us.&lt;br /&gt;This one time we almost thought his mom saw me!&lt;br /&gt;But it just turned out to be a shadow...&lt;br /&gt;I remember he cried that night.&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn't the first time.&lt;br /&gt;I think that was when his dad left.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think of it, he cried a lot.&lt;br /&gt;His brothers could be so mean! They almost never played with him.&lt;br /&gt;And when they did, they just tortured him until he cried.&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's where I came in...&lt;br /&gt;Oh we played all the time!&lt;br /&gt;My favorite game was when we would pretend to be warriors in a forgotten kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and when we would save the princess from the dragon's cave!&lt;br /&gt;Wanna know something?&lt;br /&gt;He was my first real friend.&lt;br /&gt;My only friend now that I think of it...&lt;br /&gt;See, we imaginary friends don't really get a say in this life of ours. If you could even call it that.&lt;br /&gt;We are created by and for our "real" friends. Everything that could ever want and need in a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet deal huh? It works out pretty well for us too! &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[LoL]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or at least it did for me.&lt;br /&gt;Me and Stanley had some great adventures...&lt;br /&gt;What I wouldn't give to go on one last Space Mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;[looks to the sky]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FLY ME TO THE MOON!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really know where I go now.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I do now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Stanley has all kinds of friends now.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I'm still around.&lt;br /&gt;But like I said, it's like he doesn't see me anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Every time he burst through his door I can't help but jump for joy thinking he's ready to save the world again!&lt;br /&gt;But he just tosses his backpack on the bed and runs outside to play with his "real" friends.&lt;br /&gt;He didn't ask me to come along so I just sit by the window and watch.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that every time he comes near he'll see his good ol' friend Mikey and ask me to come out and play...&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't stay here forever.&lt;br /&gt;But where does an imaginary friend go when he's not a friend anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;okay, so i randomly found myself wondering how imaginary friends felt when they lost their "real" friends. and I thought about writing about it. and a friend told me i should. so i did. i don't really have things planned out when i type. i just put my fingers to the keys and let them dance their hearts out. so i did that with this too. and this is what happened. i apologize if it's a bit weird for most. sometimes it be's like that [LoL] i hope you enjoyed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-1945708919456145714?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1945708919456145714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-imaginary-friend.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/1945708919456145714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/1945708919456145714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-imaginary-friend.html' title='just an Imaginary friend...'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-821450696633930464</id><published>2009-10-05T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:40:37.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>and your whispering eye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/role-models-movie-poster.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 261px; height: 395px;" src="http://static.reelmovienews.com/images/gallery/role-models-movie-poster.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;during the week i don't get much TV in. but the weekends seem to be where i get it in if anything. especially Sundays. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;NFL all day. some homework. The Cleveland Show. Family Guy. Entourage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[season finale was the sh*t!]&lt;/span&gt; and now &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Dexter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; just to name a few of my Sunday shows &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[Weeds and True Blood are done]&lt;/span&gt; but anyways i get a lot of sleep in on Sundays too so i'm usually up late and i try and catch some movies i haven't seen before. no preference really. i try to be open-minded. again. i ramble. this Sunday i peeped &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Role Models.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; now this is my kind of movie. kind of falls in there with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;40-year old virgin. juno. superbad. knocked up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you get where this is going? well yea. it made me laugh quite a bit. i'm not into ruining movies so i won't get into it. but it was a good flick. check it out if you haven't. now i'm about to check out &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ghosttownmovie.com/ghost-town-movie-trailer.html#/ghost-town-movie-trailer"&gt;Ghost Town&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ricky Gervais.&lt;/span&gt; heard good things about it. plus i think his new movie &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moviefone.com/movie/invention-of-lying/31194/video/the-invention-of-lying-trailer-no-1/30513018001"&gt;The Invention Of Lying&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is going to be pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;[p.s. i find this guy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vYxp_wJYgSk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Keegan-Michael Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; is funny]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-821450696633930464?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/821450696633930464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-your-whispering-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/821450696633930464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/821450696633930464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/and-your-whispering-eye.html' title='and your whispering eye...'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-160059316845165040</id><published>2009-10-04T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:39:52.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cleveland Show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sharetv.org/images/the_cleveland_show-show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 250px;" src="http://sharetv.org/images/the_cleveland_show-show.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;iiiiiiiiiiiiiii like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-160059316845165040?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/160059316845165040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/cleveland-show.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/160059316845165040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/160059316845165040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/cleveland-show.html' title='The Cleveland Show'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-1325766383623335689</id><published>2009-10-04T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:40:10.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what's wrong with you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;absolutely nothing!&lt;/span&gt; as imperfect as you are. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;as imperfect as we all are.&lt;/span&gt; absolutely nothing is wrong with you. or me. or her. or him. or them. or us. in an earlier blog post &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[daymechelle]&lt;/span&gt; posted earlier &lt;a href="http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-im-at-now.html"&gt;"Where I'm at Now!"&lt;/a&gt; she hits some good points about 'maturity'. she writes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm at a place of Maturity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Maturing comes with life experiences. My mistakes have matured me a hell of a lot! I've made the same mistake TWICE and it shouldn't of happen but it did and now I truly get why it happen. I had to mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I'm at a place of no matter what happens from this day forward it wont be redundant. I'm living each day with a purpose and goal. Along the way I'm bettering myself and trying to help those who are by my side as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;-daymechelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beautiful right??? i feel like that provides a perfect example of how to accept who you are.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;accept &lt;/span&gt;who you are becoming. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;accept&lt;/span&gt; who you want to become. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;we are all just works in progress.&lt;/span&gt; and being so young, it's foolish to think we are anything close to perfection. so i pose the question again: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;what's wrong with you?&lt;/span&gt; i hope your answer is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;'absolutely nothing'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; if not, reread this post and &lt;a href="http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-im-at-now.html"&gt;"Where I'm at Now!"&lt;/a&gt; as many times as you need to. keep in mind that some days you may be a bit happier with yourself than others. and understand that going through the range of your emotions is just fine. whether it be a good day. happy day. bad day. gloomy day. stressful day. lazy day. etc. just try and remain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; to the best of your ability. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and take time to yourself every now and then.&lt;/span&gt; escape into a world of music. art. poetry. or whatever you find joy in. it's impossible to stay in the public eye forever. we all need an escape. and just remember: &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;flaws and all. absolutely nothing is wrong with you. we are all a continuous work in progress&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-1325766383623335689?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/1325766383623335689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-wrong-with-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/1325766383623335689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/1325766383623335689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-wrong-with-you.html' title='what&apos;s wrong with you?'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-2752163570723589918</id><published>2009-10-04T21:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:40:56.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>cool bloggers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;so this may be a new blog. but i've been blogging for a bit and i will have to say that even though it's still early in this blogs life, several unique souls have tuned into our station. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[i like the way that sounded :)]&lt;/span&gt; and they've really done the ultimate deed by commenting slash responding to our post. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;[every blogger should appreciate comments...bad or good...that means people are reading.]&lt;/span&gt; i wanna take the time to shout out there blogs &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[hopefully they do not mind :/]&lt;/span&gt; and i encourage all who come across this blog or this posts to check em out and see how amazingly unique each one is. i love it! hopefully they'll keep coming back for more and we &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;[Eccentric Souls]&lt;/span&gt; will be able to keep everyone's interest &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;[that goes for all you new visitors as well]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://ellebvega.blogspot.com/"&gt;elleB. Vega*&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://futuristicimmaturity.blogspot.com/"&gt;Futuristic Immaturity&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jdaflip.blogspot.com/"&gt;j...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marycelestee.blogspot.com/"&gt;maryceleste ;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://chasingdiamondrunners.blogspot.com/"&gt;In la hotta Car 54&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please dont be afraid to follow or comment either them or us. we love love here at &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;[Eccentric Souls]&lt;/span&gt; both giving and receiving. catch you later yea?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[if anyone has an issue with us putting your blog in our posts PLEASE LET US KNOW. we completely respect the decision to stay private and we do not want to offend in any way. we have no problem removing your information upon your request via comment or email :)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-2752163570723589918?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/2752163570723589918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/cool-bloggers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2752163570723589918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/2752163570723589918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/cool-bloggers.html' title='cool bloggers!'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-952471296223582376</id><published>2009-10-04T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:37:21.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IDK</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;I DON'T KNOW!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;These past few days have been &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know if it's me just siking myself out or what...But this pass friday I was in my 1st car accident and it was one of those experiences where you know it's coming and you see &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"your life flash be4 your eyes".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; To paint this picture for y'all, I was waiting at a stop sign by my house and you can only make a right onto this &lt;strong&gt;BUSY&lt;/strong&gt; street. While waiting I'm seeing cars going extremely fast so that's telling me I can't make my right turn safely. As I'm still waiting a lady is headed South dwn the BUSY street but getting over to her left hand lane to make a left onto the street I was on. I'm thinking to myself, I know she's not about to try and beat these cars cause its &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; going to be good and there is &lt;strong&gt;NO WAY&lt;/strong&gt; your gonna win. Sure enough she tried and seconds later her front end was into my driver side door. So of course it wasn't my fault, I just happen to be at the &lt;strong&gt;WRONG &lt;/strong&gt;place at the &lt;strong&gt;WRONG&lt;/strong&gt; time. I'm soo grateful that I'm alive and have all my body parts because I honestly shouldn't have and that's what I struggle with. The fact that I've had this experience where it was completely out of my control, it &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SCARED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the shit out of me! I recognize this feeling also when some1 close to me has died. I'm always trying to keep the smile on my face and act like all is well when it's not. I've developed this wall when it comes down to &lt;strong&gt;REAL REAL&lt;/strong&gt; emotions, its because previous events that have shattered me and I'm steady trying to pick up the pieces. When one thing happens after another how can you really be pieced together as a whole?? Don't get me WRONG I can express my feelings but I feel like when I do it solves nothing, I've just expressed my vulnerability to the next person so they have something "juicy" to tell the next person. I feel this way ONLY because I see it happen every single day! Some1 has something to tell regardless if its their business or not. I'm &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; sure about anything!!! I &lt;strong&gt;HONESTLY&lt;/strong&gt; question &lt;strong&gt;EVERY&lt;/strong&gt;thing!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-952471296223582376?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/952471296223582376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/idk.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/952471296223582376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/952471296223582376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/10/idk.html' title='IDK'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-5811366678900628125</id><published>2009-09-29T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:12:35.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ppl like this should die!</title><content type='html'>I'm NOT the person he has to answer to but I sure as hell wish I was cause he'd honestly &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BURN in HELL!!!!&lt;/span&gt; This is beyond SICK! check out the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAUkt4Qt-bU"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pAUkt4Qt-bU&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-5811366678900628125?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/5811366678900628125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/09/ppl-like-this-should-die.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5811366678900628125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/5811366678900628125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/09/ppl-like-this-should-die.html' title='Ppl like this should die!'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-6060855016364045341</id><published>2009-09-29T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:00:06.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where I'm at Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My intent was to take this to another level and get political but I decided to get a bit personal instead...Let me know what you think:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where I'm at Now...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm at a place of exceptance...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Excepting the fact that all things aren't as they seem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm at a place of happiness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Happiness is what I develop for myself and allow others to add-on too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm at a place of awareness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aware that anything I want I have to go get, but still aware that along the way I will make mistakes and grow from them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm at a place of understanding...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;understanding that not everyone will see eye to eye with me, different views is what makes life unique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm at place of communication...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Communication is essential PERIOD!! in any and all relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm at a place of love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love is powerful, complex, and beautiful. I have alot of love to give. I want the right person to recieve it as well as give back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm at a place of Maturity...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maturing comes with life experiences. My mistakes have matured me a hell of a lot! I've made the same mistake TWICE and it shouldn't of happen but it did and now I truly get why it happen. I had to mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm at a place of no matter what happens from this day forward it wont be redundant. I'm living each day with a purpose and goal. Along the way I'm bettering myself and trying to help those who are by my side as well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Coming from where I'm from has made me who I am today as well as brought me to the place I'm at NOW!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-6060855016364045341?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6060855016364045341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-im-at-now.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6060855016364045341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6060855016364045341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/09/where-im-at-now.html' title='Where I&apos;m at Now!'/><author><name>daymechelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583209604180548113</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EPytn2Oez0o/S_TSzMrfpvI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/nr739pFa7pc/S220/Picture+402.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-3918794912205415324</id><published>2009-09-28T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:41:24.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter To My Generation</title><content type='html'>   &lt;meta name="Title" content=""&gt; &lt;meta name="Keywords" content=""&gt; &lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; &lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt; &lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"&gt; &lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 2008"&gt; &lt;link rel="File-List" href="file://localhost/Users/ItsMykeB/Library/Caches/TemporaryItems/msoclip/0clip_filelist.xml"&gt; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:documentproperties&gt;   &lt;o:template&gt;Normal.dotm&lt;/o:Template&gt;   &lt;o:revision&gt;0&lt;/o:Revision&gt;   &lt;o:totaltime&gt;0&lt;/o:TotalTime&gt;   &lt;o:pages&gt;1&lt;/o:Pages&gt;   &lt;o:words&gt;364&lt;/o:Words&gt;   &lt;o:characters&gt;2075&lt;/o:Characters&gt;   &lt;o:company&gt;Official Ent. 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Hear my voice and understand I speak to my generation and all generations that may be similar. Now is the time! Throw your excuses out of the window. Cast your fears aside. Now is a time, if ever there was one, to believe in yourself. The phrase “Anything Is Possible” is a staple in many lives now. And I urge my generation NOT TO RUN AWAY FROM IT. Rather, I encourage you all to embrace it. Better yet, I dare you to. I dare you to challenge yourself.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Get off the corners. Get in school. Educate your minds. There is so much you can learn about yourself and what you are capable of just by being in the environment of education. Now is the time! President Barack Obama stands for more than just bragging rights for a culture. He represents the history of a people that have come a long way to say the least. Understand his story. His courage. His determination. His mission. His message. Understand that you are just as much apart of the history of your people as President Barack Obama is. I myself haven’t always been the motivated and inspired young man I am today. I admit I gave into the comforts of taking life for granted. Not going to school. Wasting time. Wasting money. But just as these words will ring clear in someone’s ears. The words of Barack Obama woke me up from my self imposed slumber. The echoes of so many forgotten souls began to become clearer. Voting for a Black President gave me a different sense of pride. I chose knowledge over arrogance. Passion over rage. Understanding over stubbornness. I Say It Loud: I’m Black and I’m proud! My vision is getting clearer. I am now starting to see what it means to hold the power of my fist in the air for all to see. I’m here. We’re here. I say again: Now is the time! Motivate yourself. Inspire others. In these hard times the best investment that we, as a young generation, can make; is in ourselves. Not in the cars. Not in the clothes. Not in the jewelry. But in our minds. In our spirits. Developing an understanding of where we come from, where we are, and where we can go from here. My dear generation. We are young. But we are strong. Now is the time! The foundation was laid for us. Now all we have to do is continue to build up this legacy. Continue to build up this strength. We’ve come so far. But we haven’t finished yet. President Barack Obama is just the beginning. You’re next in line. Be strong. Be focused. Be proud. Now is the time!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; line-height: 150%;" align="right"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right; line-height: 150%;" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[this poem was written in Feb. 2009]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2007620451123973847-3918794912205415324?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/3918794912205415324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-my-generation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3918794912205415324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/3918794912205415324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/09/letter-to-my-generation.html' title='A Letter To My Generation'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-6735083391037751743</id><published>2009-09-28T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:41:45.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Derrion Albert</title><content type='html'>&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="video" data="http://www.myfoxchicago.com/video/videoplayer.swf" height="353" width="418"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.myfoxchicago.com/video/videoplayer.swf" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="&amp;amp;skin=MP1ExternalAll-MFL.swf&amp;amp;embed=true&amp;amp;adSrc=http%3A%2F%2Fad%2Edoubleclick%2Enet%2Fadx%2Ftsg%2Ewfld%2Fnews%2Fmetro%2Fdetail%3Bdcmt%3Dtext%2Fxml%3Bpos%3D%3Btile%3D2%3Bsz%3D320x240%3Bord%3D157079103301030240%3Frand%3D0%2E15130136993179355&amp;amp;flv=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Emyfoxchicago%2Ecom%2Ffeeds%2FoutboundFeed%3FobfType%3DVIDEO%5FPLAYER%5FSMIL%5FFEED%26componentId%3D130685145&amp;amp;img=http%3A%2F%2Fmedia2%2Emyfoxchicago%2Ecom%2F%2Fphoto%2F2009%2F09%2F26%2FVideo%5Fof%5FDerrion%5FAlbert%5FBeating%5FDeath%5Ftmb0001%5F20090926181037%5F640%5F480%2EJPG&amp;amp;story=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Emyfoxchicago%2Ecom%2Fdpp%2Fnews%2Fmetro%2Fvideo%5Fderrion%5Falbert" name="FlashVars"&gt;&lt;param value="all" name="allowNetworking"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;this sh*t is not a game!&lt;/span&gt; I work @ a school in Compton and sh*t like this can happen &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EVERY SINGLE DAY! this sh*t is not a game!&lt;/span&gt; it's so easy to say &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Stop The Violence"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. but what most fail to realize is that a lot of the victims of situations like this are honestly put in a situation where they are simply &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FIGHTING FOR THEIR LIVES!&lt;/span&gt; i'm 22. and back when i was in high school, i was in these little school gangs. i understand kids fight just for the sake of fighting. but i also know first hand &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;IT ALWAYS GETS OUT OF CONTROL.&lt;/span&gt; here i am; second year in California, fighting a legit street gang @ my very first homecoming game. that sh*t wasn't cute. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;as a matter of fact a young man that attends the school I work at in Compton was shot at on his way home two weeks ago. fortunately, he survived with 2 bullets in his right arm. and now has to learn to use his left arm because his right will never be the same.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[...he's not even 18!]&lt;/span&gt; again. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this sh*t is not a game!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but, today, this same young man, who NEVER shows up to the after-school program i run, shows up about 15 mins after program starts out of breath. apparently while on his way home, he saw the guys who shot @ him and fearing for his life he ran back to school where he felt safe.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;absolutely f*cking ridiculous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt; these kids are scared to go home!&lt;/span&gt; there are so many more accounts like this i can tell you about the kids that attend this school in Compton. and as bad as it sounds, everyday i'm scared im going to hear that something similar to Derrion Albert happened to anyone of the young men i have doing push-ups for cuss words and use of the "N" word. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; is why i chose to be in school to be a history professor. to change this pattern. teach these children. of all races. about THEIR history. all they have accomplished without even knowing it. so they can do more than fall into the lure of the streets. i'm trying my hardest to establish a sense of pride within these children so they can do more for themselves and their families; past, present, and future. but can they hear me through their own cries for help? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;this sh*t is not a game!&lt;/span&gt; my next post will be a letter i wrote last year for Black History Month.&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/2007620451123973847-6735083391037751743?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/6735083391037751743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/09/rip-derrion-albert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6735083391037751743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/6735083391037751743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/09/rip-derrion-albert.html' title='R.I.P. Derrion Albert'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2007620451123973847.post-8566244190868823974</id><published>2009-09-28T00:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:42:06.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lauryn Hill - Ex Factor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="334" width="418"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSQq_mU7jUg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VSQq_mU7jUg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="334" width="418"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i figured you guys wouldn't mind checking this out...&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/2007620451123973847-8566244190868823974?l=eccentricsouls.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/feeds/8566244190868823974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/09/lauryn-hill-ex-factor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8566244190868823974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2007620451123973847/posts/default/8566244190868823974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eccentricsouls.blogspot.com/2009/09/lauryn-hill-ex-factor.html' title='Lauryn Hill - Ex Factor'/><author><name>thisismycool</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2ZAam2RNeMI/ScLj2iApxlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/F4zyRZwd8q8/S220/oh!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
