<?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-5117004886824704939</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:52:00.471Z</updated><category term='motivation.'/><category term='polygamy'/><category term='Aaliyah'/><category term='Lance Gross'/><category term='books'/><category term='crazy people'/><category term='Keyshia Cole'/><category term='Neyo'/><category term='Sade'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='Wendy Williams'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='christmas'/><category term='Marvin Sapp'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='T.I'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Global Grind'/><category term='zodiac signs'/><category term='Believe'/><category term='Change'/><category term='Colts'/><category term='homeless'/><category term='busy life'/><category term='Montana Fishburne'/><category term='hair'/><category term='thank you'/><category term='Mary J Blige'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Rihanna'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='Vikings'/><category term='Emmys'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='Imma make it'/><category term='Ori'/><category term='tears'/><category term='Saiints'/><category term='september'/><category term='family'/><category term='brothers'/><category term='Michael Vick'/><category term='concert'/><category term='Usher'/><category term='Gynecologist'/><category term='sexuality'/><category term='october'/><category term='beauty'/><category term='Dallas Cowboys'/><category term='procrastination'/><category term='lil wayne'/><category term='comments'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='women'/><category term='gossip'/><category term='thankful'/><category term='exams'/><category term='Tiny'/><category term='Alicia Keys'/><category term='God'/><category term='Mum'/><category term='Thulani'/><category term='New year'/><category term='music'/><category term='30 day challenge'/><category term='Eva Longoria'/><category term='R Kelly'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='reason'/><category term='Jaheim'/><category term='school'/><category term='fashion'/><category term='Life'/><category term='WestLife'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='Fantasia'/><category term='I Believe'/><category term='blog layout'/><category term='respect'/><category term='church'/><category term='Khaled Hosseini'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='50cent'/><category term='religion'/><category term='Haiti'/><category term='Mario'/><category term='love'/><category term='questions'/><category term='fitness'/><category term='Tia Mowry'/><title type='text'>Keepin it real</title><subtitle type='html'>"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." 
— Marilyn Monroe</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-920338869237498206</id><published>2011-11-09T22:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-09T22:13:32.306Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Michael Vick'/><title type='text'>Leave Michael Vick alone!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today on Twitter someone posted something about Michael Vick being one of the most hated players in NFL. That statement really upset me. Yes what Michael Vick did in the past was wrong. He paid for it so why are people still trying to punish him? People can hate all they want but that brother is still getting paid more than any of those haters. We all make mistakes. We all deserve forgiveness. Michael Vick is already punishing himself as it is. Give the man a break. I'm sure he learnt from his mistakes. I'm sure at some point in life we have all made mistakes were we needed someone to forgive us and give us another chance. People forget that these celebrities are also human beings. They have feelings. Deal with your own lives first before you start concentrating on what somebody else is doing or what they did. None of us have the right to judge. We are all sinners and some of you have done worse that Michael Vick. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-920338869237498206?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/920338869237498206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/11/leave-michael-vick-alone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/920338869237498206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/920338869237498206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/11/leave-michael-vick-alone.html' title='Leave Michael Vick alone!!!'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-5198267370810877580</id><published>2011-10-19T19:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T19:45:45.158+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WestLife'/><title type='text'>See you later Westlife!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CTxEvY8CTo/Tp8TimuSA4I/AAAAAAAADUs/DRLHPB4XKwA/s1600/westlife_5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CTxEvY8CTo/Tp8TimuSA4I/AAAAAAAADUs/DRLHPB4XKwA/s320/westlife_5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Growing up I was such a big WestLife fan. Words can not describe how much I love them even though I have stopped listening to their music. I remember when I used to seat down and watch the Coast to Coast tour video wishing I was one of the people in the audience. My favourite song by Westlife is "You make me feel" from the album Coast to Coast. I don't know why that song never made it as a single.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What makes Westlife so special to me is that I discovered their music on my own without my brothers help. Growing up l adored my brothers. They could never do wrong in my world. So, I loved all the music they loved.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I don't know why I stopped listening to their music. I still listen to their old music but I have just never been interested in their new music. Westlife reminds when I was growing up and it makes me miss the good ole days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It makes me sad to hear that after 14 years together my favourite boy band is splitting up. They will be having a good bye tour next year and believe me I will be there. It has always been my dream to see them live in concert and I'm going to make it happen. I hope they do a reunion in a couple of years. I'm a Westlife fan for life. Their music will live in forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yolanda&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-5198267370810877580?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/5198267370810877580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/10/see-you-later-westlife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5198267370810877580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5198267370810877580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/10/see-you-later-westlife.html' title='See you later Westlife!!!'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6CTxEvY8CTo/Tp8TimuSA4I/AAAAAAAADUs/DRLHPB4XKwA/s72-c/westlife_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-5615161985533400123</id><published>2011-10-03T19:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-03T19:24:20.127+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='september'/><title type='text'>Wake me up when September ends!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Oh wow I can't believe September is gone already. It was such a hectic but fun month for me. It feels good being back to my normal everyday life after 6 weeks of rest in Texas visiting my family. I have to admit though, I miss the Texan heat. Most importantly l miss my family.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Since l have been back home I have been going out of town with the Royal Navy every weekend so, it felt weird being home this weekend not doing anything or feeling exhausted. I also got the chance to go back to HMS Raleigh since l passed out from phase 1 of military basic training. They assigned me the same bed I was sleeping on while l was doing my military basic training. It felt weird being back there because this time l was only there for a weekend with different people and not in training. The only thing that sucked was that we still had to march every where because we were a big group and you don't just walk scratching your head on a military establishment. Discipline!!! Besides that I absolutely loved every minute even when l hurt my leg.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;This month is going to be less hectic because l don't have any out of town trips planned. I love travelling and I'm itching to pack my bags and go some place exciting. I'm going to be training a lot harder because l have the Birmingham Half marathon coming up. I'm so excited to do it because l have never done one before and running is therapy to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;My mother's birthday is also coming up and it's a big one I'm still thinking of what to get her. Any ideas??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yolanda&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/5117004886824704939-5615161985533400123?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/5615161985533400123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/10/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5615161985533400123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5615161985533400123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/10/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='Wake me up when September ends!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-8170661253829290242</id><published>2011-09-11T18:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T18:04:46.889+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Not good for u!!!</title><content type='html'>You ever found yourself wanting something you can not have but you still want it nevertheless?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you can have it but, you know it's not good for you? Deep down in your heart you know you're going to get hurt but you still can't help yourself but want it. It's not like they are no better offers on the table but still you want what is not good for you. It's a fight between good versus evil. What do you do then? Pray you stop wanting it! Ignore it! Go for it and see what happens! Hmmmm this thing called life is hella interesting. I wish I had a switch button that way life wouldn't be so complicated. In my opinion life is not complicated, it's the people who complicate it. I'm sure if we had all the answers life would be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp; Love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yolanda &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-8170661253829290242?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/8170661253829290242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-good-for-u.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8170661253829290242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8170661253829290242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/09/not-good-for-u.html' title='Not good for u!!!'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-4079832550687189715</id><published>2011-09-02T08:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T08:57:01.841+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Control freak</title><content type='html'>I have realised that l over think things. Sometimes,  I don't know how to let things flaw. I have to plan every detail. I never do anything spontaneously. I plan what I'm going to wear in advance. I always make plans in advance. I never wake up and say today I'm going there. Nope, if l don't plan it ahead l start panicking. I realise that in life things don't always go to plan but still that does not stop me from planning ahead. I'm a control freak. I don't like not being in control. When I'm not in control of things l feel vulnerable. I don't like feeling vulnerable. I don't like people to see me at my worst. If l let my emotions show I'm leaving myself open to hurt and l can not let that happen. I don't like disappointment therefore l never expect anything from anyone. I know I'm not perfect and l will never be so, l make it up by trying to keep my surroundings perfect. Let me explain when l say keeping my surroundings perfect. I'm what you call a clean freak. Everything has to be immaculate and in place most times. Yes that sounds a little ocd ok not just a little. However, lately l have been working on it. I now know it's ok to cry here and there. I still can not cry in front of people. I feel as if I'm giving them the satisfaction. I'm learning to not plan out every little detail in my life. It's ok to go with the flaw sometimes. If l get hurt in the process oh well that's life. What is life when you are always trying to be safe? Take a risk!!! However, I don't think l will stop being a clean freak. I'm still a work in progress and everyday l take a step towards becoming a better me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp; love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yolanda &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-4079832550687189715?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/4079832550687189715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/09/control-freak.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4079832550687189715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4079832550687189715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/09/control-freak.html' title='Control freak'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-9112468000289666277</id><published>2011-08-31T11:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:30:45.643+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Summer 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can not believe that my summer holiday is almost over. What a crazy but fun this summer has been for me!!! I started my summer with 2 weeks of Military Basic Training to finish my phase 1 training in the Royal Navy Reserves. That was the most challenging thing I have ever done in my life. Training was very hard but fun for me. During training I often questioned myself as to what the hell I was doing there. I'm&amp;nbsp;definitely not cut for the military but by the grace of God I made it through and I'm looking forward to finishing the rest of my training. I will keep you posted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A day after I returned home from military basic training I flew to Texas for the rest of my summer holiday. I love Texas but it's crazy hot out here. No matter how many times I have been here I'm still not used to the heat. I was actually pissed off when we didn't beat the record after 40 something days of triple digit heat. Weird.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I have really enjoyed spending time with my family here. This summer has been extra special for me because I got the chance to really bond with my sisters. We didn't grow up together therefore, our interaction with one another has been limited. However, I think this time round when I go back to England we will stay in touch. My sisters really made my summer something to remember. I now consider them my friends. I now consider them my friends. They got to really know me and I the same. I think at first they were a little freaked out by me. My sisters are really conservative and I'm this crazy girl who says whatever comes to mind even if it's inappropriate. However, they have come to love and accept me for who I am. I will definitely miss them when I go back to England. I was supposed to be back in the UK this past weekend but due to the hurricane a lot of flights were cancelled so hopefully I get to fly back sometime this week.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another person that really made my summer is my baby brother who is 5. He is such an amazing little boy. Out of everybody in this house he is the one making me feel guilty about going back to England but that's life lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The thought of going back to school is kind of making me sick to my stomach. I don't think I'm ready to go back to my crazy schedule. oh well that's life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-9112468000289666277?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/9112468000289666277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/9112468000289666277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/9112468000289666277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-11.html' title='Summer 11'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-5258470709354472658</id><published>2011-08-31T09:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T09:28:29.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A little something about me!!</title><content type='html'> It's either you love or hate me. No inbetween with me.Normal gets you no where. I'm defo not normal. I don't conform to society. I am my own person. I say what's on my mind and half the time I don't think before l speak. People would like to hear me say "I wish l think before l speak" but truth of the matter is I don't. This is me &amp; there is nothing I can do to change. My flaws are a part of me. I can not live a life were l constantly wish l was different. They are things about me that I don't like but I have come to accept and love them because no matter how hard I try they never change. This is who I am. I speak my mind maybe a little too much at times. I like my own company. Does it make me weird that once in a while l like going to the cinemas by myself. *confession* The whole going to the cinemas by myself started recently. I really wanted to watch Colombiana and everyone was busy so l went by myself. At first l felt weird but I got used to it and actually enjoyed it. I'm going to do it again. &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes l say things people wouldn't say out loud. People always give me the side eye when l say something I shouldn't say out loud. I don't even get why people gasp when l say odd things because half the time they are thinking it anyways. This always leads to people having the wrong idea of me. Does it bother me that sometimes people don't get me?? No it does not. With a personality like mine it takes special people to accept me for the crazy person I am. It feels good to be in a place in my life where I am really comfortable in my own skin. I'm a special human being and I love being me. I'm still a work in progress therefore,  everyday I'm taking a step to becoming a better me. So this is me take it or leave it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp; Love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yolanda xxx &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-5258470709354472658?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/5258470709354472658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-something-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5258470709354472658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5258470709354472658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-something-about-me.html' title='A little something about me!!'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-7427005511656784255</id><published>2011-06-07T01:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T01:05:35.981+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><title type='text'>Procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;has me down. I'm sure if you looked it up in the dictionary you will see my picture right there. I think l have undiagnosed ADD. My mind is always in over drive. I'm always thinking of things l should be doing but l always say l will do it later and never get round to doing it. I always start things but never finish them. It's a miracle I still have this blog and able to finish reading novels which is every week. Speaking of this blog I thank God l still have it. I wish l could update more but between procrastinating and not really having anything to blog about makes it impossible for me. I'm going to try and write down the things l want to do daily and try to complete it all. Maybe that will cure my procrastination. Somebody help!!!!!!!&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/5117004886824704939-7427005511656784255?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/7427005511656784255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/06/procrastination.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7427005511656784255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7427005511656784255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/06/procrastination.html' title='Procrastination'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-7444979424539076378</id><published>2011-06-02T02:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T02:34:09.777+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><title type='text'>Trying to figure it all out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One minute l feel as if I'm going in the right direction and the next minute l feel as if I'm not doing enough with my life. I guess l spend so much time looking at things l want than things l already have. Often l fail to realise how blessed I am. I'm really thankful for everything God has blessed me with. However, sometimes l feel as if I'm wasting time doing things l have no business doing. For example I love writing and deep down l know I'm not a good writer and if you have been following this blog for a while you know that too, but still it does not stop me from trying. Why do l love things I'm not good at? I'm trying to figure out my talent. I wonder do l even have one. I often question myself what did God send me on this earth to do? I'm still trying to figure it all out. I can not help but feel like a lost puppy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yolanda&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/5117004886824704939-7444979424539076378?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/7444979424539076378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/06/trying-to-figure-it-all-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7444979424539076378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7444979424539076378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/06/trying-to-figure-it-all-out.html' title='Trying to figure it all out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-6941259040475612318</id><published>2011-04-27T23:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T23:45:24.851+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Go shorty it's your birthday!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HuK4yZTNMSg/TbicNMVt6cI/AAAAAAAADFU/4OXWkV3eBO4/s1600/IMAG0015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HuK4yZTNMSg/TbicNMVt6cI/AAAAAAAADFU/4OXWkV3eBO4/s320/IMAG0015.jpg" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We gonna party because it's my birthday. Yep that's right yal today is my birthday. (Only 30 mins left till my birthday is over lol) I had a good birthday. It was the best birthday I have ever had. We didn't do anything big but it was special. I feel very loved by everybody. My family and friends showed up for me today. I still love the whole cake and singing Happy birthday. Today was extra special because my brother who lives in Texas was on skype with me and everybody else singing me happy birthday. We are not done celebrating though. Saturday I'm going to have a little get together at my house. I can't wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;By the way at what age will I stop loving birthdays??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-6941259040475612318?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/6941259040475612318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/04/go-shorty-its-your-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/6941259040475612318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/6941259040475612318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/04/go-shorty-its-your-birthday.html' title='Go shorty it&apos;s your birthday!!!!!!'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HuK4yZTNMSg/TbicNMVt6cI/AAAAAAAADFU/4OXWkV3eBO4/s72-c/IMAG0015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-120738801125112780</id><published>2011-03-26T21:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-26T21:14:22.420Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='questions'/><title type='text'>20 Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;If you have pets, do you see them as merely animals or are they members of your family?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I don't have any pets. I'm scared of animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;2.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could have a dream come true, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;become a millionaire&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;buy my mother her dream house and car. Pay off all her debt. Buy my brothers each a car and a house. Build a school in Africa Zimbabwe to be specific. Give some to my extended family. &amp;nbsp;Create more jobs for actors and musicians in Zimbabwe. I will create more jobs for black actors in&amp;nbsp;Hollywood.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What helps to pull you out of a bad mood?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Prayer, music &amp;amp; time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is your bedtime routine?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;shower, chat with my mother, read my bible, pray, phone the bestie and last but not least read whatever book I'm reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What activities did you do in High School? If you could go back, would you do the same stuff or something different?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;l hated high school not really but you couldn't pay me to go back. Me and my friends used to go to the chip shop everyday without fail and we used to have meetings once a month to confront each other about silly stuff. Maybe l would take school more seriously otherwise, l wouldn't change anything.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;7.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of books do you read?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;drama filled fiction books. I love reading a good book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you see yourself in 10 years?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;hopefully l would have finished my degree and a masters. Still serving in the Royal Navy Reserves. Driving a nice car. I would have travelled a little. In a relationship with someone l would consider marrying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s your fear?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;my mother dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Would you give up all junk food for the rest of your life for the opportunity to see outer space?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;erm no. not interested in the whole outer space thing. I would give it up if l was being offered to travel the world though.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I pray and then go straight to the bathroom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could change one thing about your significant other, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;don't have one so l will talk about me. I would stop being so moody and selfish.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could pick a new name for yourself, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I love my name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you had to choose between six months of sun or six months of rain, what would you choose?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sun duh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could only eat one thing for the next 6 months, what would it be?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;haagen daz cookies and cream ice cream yuummmmmmmmmmy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What is the thing you enjoy about blogging the most?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I have met so many amazing wonderful people. Good writers too. &amp;nbsp;I hope to meet some of you one day. If you ever in England hola at me!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you prefer salty or sweet foods?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;I love both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What items are in your purse right now?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;vaseline, wallet, novel, comb, journal &amp;amp; ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you had to choose between vacationing at the beach or in the mountains where would you go?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The mount Kilimanjalo in Tanzania&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;20.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you watch on television that you know you shouldn’t?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Snapped women who kill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;If you do the 20 questions on your blog please leave a comment on this post with a link to your blog so l can read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/5117004886824704939-120738801125112780?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/120738801125112780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/03/20-questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/120738801125112780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/120738801125112780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/03/20-questions.html' title='20 Questions'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-5911093598366279253</id><published>2011-03-14T19:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-14T19:54:07.568Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neyo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>It's been a while.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;since I have updated my blog. I have been super busy and having fun. However, I have been reading my favourite blogs though. I will start with the Neyo concert.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About 2 weeks ago I went to the Neyo concert here in Birmingham England. Neyo blew me away. I have been a fan since his first album. When he sang So Sick I thought I was going to pass out with excitement. Neyo's dancers are good. I was like damn damn damn. Trey Songz also performed. I love Trey Songz. The best part for me was when he took his shirt off. weeeew I stopped breathing for a second. I hope God blesses me with a man as fine as Trey not that it looks matter. I was mad that he didn't perform can't help but wait. Can't help but wait is the song that made me a Trey Songz fan. He is coming back to Birmingham in April 2 days before my birthday but I think I will pass.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took 270 pictures at the concert. Crazy me!!! 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That video is so powerful. I like that Marsha has approached the subject of black gay men and gay men in general. While it's better than it was years ago it's still not easy being gay. People are ignorant about it. Some gay men have been attacked just because of their sexuality. This video brings awareness to that. I don't of any artist who have managed to put this message across in their video. This shows that R &amp;amp; B is not dead after all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I couldn't find a link that allowed me to share it on blogger so if you wanna watch the video go on youtube&amp;nbsp;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g2qRKtPyFVM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-5610184546737181776?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/5610184546737181776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/03/far-away-by-marsha-ambrosius.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5610184546737181776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5610184546737181776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/03/far-away-by-marsha-ambrosius.html' title='Far away by Marsha Ambrosius'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-2189713720154987855</id><published>2011-02-28T22:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T22:42:08.963Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><title type='text'>I'm sick &amp; tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;of the so called self righteous church girls. You know them girls who attend church like everyday ok maybe I'm&amp;nbsp;exaggerating a little bit. Don't get me twisted me and my God have a good relationship. I don't think l have to be in church every sunday to prove that l have a relationship with God. I read my bible and pray everyday but you won't find me in church every Sunday. I have nothing against the church at all l just don't think l need to be there every Sunday and Wednesday and every women's conference, prayer groups. Maybe part of that is because l really haven't found the church that really does it for me. I still manage to tune into internet church on the Sundays l can't drag my butt to church.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways back to the real topic here. Church girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sick and tired of them. You ask why? Let me tell you why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Those little heifers act like they're holier than thou as if they perfect than everybody else. They act like they don't make mistakes and they have the nerve to judge you. We all judge people whether intentionally or not but them girls take it too far. They think just because they're in church every Sunday they know God better than everybody else. Just because you are in church every Sunday does not mean God is going to automatically grant you access into heaven. A lot of people hide behind the church and hell it makes me sick.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;These girls are in church every other day saying God this and God that and after that the things they go do leave me speechless and I'm never speechless. We all sin after church whether intentionally or not. What bothers me is these girls say oh l don't do that or this ewww. Guess who is at the front line to get in the club? Guess who is going to the abortion clinic? Guess who is doing the business right before going to church and not even bothering to have a shower? I wish these girls would not say these things in my face when l know what they doing when they're not in church. If you going to be the church girl then be that but don't hide the real you in the closet. What's done in the dark will always come out in the light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&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/5117004886824704939-2189713720154987855?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/2189713720154987855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-sick-tired.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2189713720154987855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2189713720154987855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-sick-tired.html' title='I&apos;m sick &amp; tired'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-33006239719565245</id><published>2011-02-14T23:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:24:23.248Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Valentines Day beautiful readers! Yes you the person reading this. Today is a day for everyone to celebrate love. Whether you're single or taken. A lot of single people take it upon themselves to be bitter and miserable on this day. So what you're single on Valentines Day? Hey it's not just you, I'm single too and you don't see me seating here looking all miserable and bitter. I love Valentines Day and it doesn't matter to me that l don't have a boo to be booed up with on a day like this. I see today as a day for me to show even more love to those l love. Well l shouldn't wait till February 14 to show you l love you. It's an everyday thing so l guess you can say today is a normal day except that it's dedicated to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm single and that's alright with me. Right now I need to be working on me. Loving, trusting and getting to know myself before l can give my all to someone. How I'm I suppose to get to  know somebody when l don't even know myself? I shall continue to work on myself and when I'm ready I will wait patiently for God to send me my prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you for taking your time to read this and l hope you are happy if you're not fix it, don't let life pass you by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yolanda &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-33006239719565245?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/33006239719565245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/33006239719565245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/33006239719565245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!!'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-5151233705681298754</id><published>2011-02-10T19:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-10T19:07:04.065Z</updated><title type='text'>Can't find the words!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qP5f2XKefw/TVQ3Oa4Q2gI/AAAAAAAAC-w/3uCicAl98HI/s1600/Paul-Evans-Sea-Sparkle-107625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qP5f2XKefw/TVQ3Oa4Q2gI/AAAAAAAAC-w/3uCicAl98HI/s320/Paul-Evans-Sea-Sparkle-107625.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This post might not make sense to you but it does to me!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have so much to say but I can't find the right words. I know the words but I'm finding it hard to put it all together. Words are forming in my heading but I'm frustrated because I can't put them on paper.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-5151233705681298754?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/5151233705681298754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/02/cant-find-words.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5151233705681298754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5151233705681298754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/02/cant-find-words.html' title='Can&apos;t find the words!!'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5qP5f2XKefw/TVQ3Oa4Q2gI/AAAAAAAAC-w/3uCicAl98HI/s72-c/Paul-Evans-Sea-Sparkle-107625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-5029699048753917502</id><published>2011-01-30T19:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-30T19:01:23.352Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Usher'/><title type='text'>Usher performs at The NIA Birmingham</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So Usher didn't disappoint me after all. I was scared that he was going to cancel or something. I have been an Usher fan since I was 5. I used to listen to his music because my brothers had all the cassets. Yh remember them Cassets. lol &amp;nbsp;I have grown up listening to Usher and I have been dreaming about seeing him live in concert. The show rocked. My favourite part was when he sang U remind me, My boo, confessions and there goes my baby. Yep he rocked that show. I wanna see him again in concert. The girl he chose for trading places was a bitter disappointment. She was beautiful and all but girl couldn't give a lap dance and we could all see her thong. Trust me I'm not hating at all but she was on stage representing herself and all the Birmingham chicks and I wanted her to do well. I took a couple of pictures from the show, but they are not that clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TUW03W36cpI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/qx7uGMFweuc/s1600/S8303782.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TUW03W36cpI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/qx7uGMFweuc/s320/S8303782.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TUW09DPDLRI/AAAAAAAAC-c/Pmq1G-CYE1Y/s1600/S8303789.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TUW09DPDLRI/AAAAAAAAC-c/Pmq1G-CYE1Y/s320/S8303789.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TUW1G_MN8QI/AAAAAAAAC-g/QD2DdMEkrYs/s1600/S8303801.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TUW1G_MN8QI/AAAAAAAAC-g/QD2DdMEkrYs/s320/S8303801.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TUW1PSzN7iI/AAAAAAAAC-k/51Rn3OksAj0/s1600/S8303811.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TUW1PSzN7iI/AAAAAAAAC-k/51Rn3OksAj0/s320/S8303811.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TUW1UESqanI/AAAAAAAAC-o/BOhQyYvnez8/s1600/S8303813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TUW1UESqanI/AAAAAAAAC-o/BOhQyYvnez8/s320/S8303813.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-5029699048753917502?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/5029699048753917502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/usher-performs-at-nia-birmingham.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5029699048753917502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5029699048753917502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/usher-performs-at-nia-birmingham.html' title='Usher performs at The NIA Birmingham'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TUW03W36cpI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/qx7uGMFweuc/s72-c/S8303782.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-6479333129945553944</id><published>2011-01-30T18:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-30T18:46:48.736Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='50cent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>50cent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last nite I was on twitter as usual minding my own business. Then I wrote a tweet saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d1957; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;confession: I think @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/50cent" rel="nofollow" style="color: red; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;50cent&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is fucking hot those lips l know what l can use erm for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I went about my business and totally forgot I wrote that on twitter. Then l started receiving emails from twitter notifying me of my new followers. I thought it was strange that a lot of people were following me right at the same time. I went on twitter to find out what was happening then boooooooooom. 50 cent had responded to what I had said. I wasn't expecting him to respond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;See this da kind a freaky sh*t I need RT @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/yollie27" rel="nofollow" style="color: #0c67f0; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;yollie27&lt;/a&gt;: confession: I think @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/50cent" rel="nofollow" style="color: #0c67f0; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;"&gt;50cent&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;is fucking hot those lips l know what l can use erm for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I didn't know how to paste the printscreen from twitter but if u think I'm joking go check it out yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;So thanks to 50 l gained 11 new followers lol. P.S. l hate the word followers twitter needs to change that asap&amp;nbsp;&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/5117004886824704939-6479333129945553944?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/6479333129945553944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/50cent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/6479333129945553944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/6479333129945553944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/50cent.html' title='50cent'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-2175566359386101844</id><published>2011-01-18T01:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-18T01:56:49.953Z</updated><title type='text'>Thulani :: "Looking For Love" :: In Studio</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="480" height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-StgBs-Sc8s?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check my brother out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-2175566359386101844?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/2175566359386101844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/thulani-looking-for-love-in-studio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2175566359386101844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2175566359386101844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/thulani-looking-for-love-in-studio.html' title='Thulani :: &quot;Looking For Love&quot; :: In Studio'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-StgBs-Sc8s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-598491759457448285</id><published>2011-01-18T01:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-18T01:39:20.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Forever 21  Haul   I don't think so by GloZell</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8AI0KvkwpCc?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-598491759457448285?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/598491759457448285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/forever-21-haul-i-dont-think-so-by.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/598491759457448285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/598491759457448285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/forever-21-haul-i-dont-think-so-by.html' title='Forever 21  Haul   I don&apos;t think so by GloZell'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/8AI0KvkwpCc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-8929082444217909962</id><published>2011-01-16T23:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T23:37:52.672Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aaliyah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Aaliyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TTN_eNVjagI/AAAAAAAAC-U/v_bfY0UU7wE/s1600/aaliyah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TTN_eNVjagI/AAAAAAAAC-U/v_bfY0UU7wE/s320/aaliyah.jpg" width="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy Birthday Aaliyah!!! I wish you were still alive. Your music will live on forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Continue to Rest in Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-8929082444217909962?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/8929082444217909962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-aaliyah.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8929082444217909962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8929082444217909962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-aaliyah.html' title='Happy Birthday Aaliyah'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TTN_eNVjagI/AAAAAAAAC-U/v_bfY0UU7wE/s72-c/aaliyah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-1074082678071382378</id><published>2011-01-16T19:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T19:45:18.326Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog layout'/><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I gave my blog a little makeover. It's still a work in progress what I have done so far will have to work. I also changed the name of my blog to Keepin it REAL.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-1074082678071382378?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/1074082678071382378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1074082678071382378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1074082678071382378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-blog.html' title='New blog'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-7314133478133530774</id><published>2011-01-16T18:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T18:54:03.451Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Daddy!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TTM-SUJL-5I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/nU46oAXlj5k/s1600/S8302601.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TTM-SUJL-5I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/nU46oAXlj5k/s320/S8302601.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Today is my daddy's birthday so, Happy Birthday Dad! I wish you many more to come. The picture above is of me and my daddy taken 2 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-7314133478133530774?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/7314133478133530774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-daddy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7314133478133530774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7314133478133530774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Birthday Daddy!!!!!!'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TTM-SUJL-5I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/nU46oAXlj5k/s72-c/S8302601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-8779345456946188995</id><published>2011-01-16T06:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T06:35:57.626Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comments'/><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Readers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you all for your lovely comments. Please forgive me for not responding. Trust me it's not intentional at all. Some how I turned off the notification that tells me when I have a comment on any of my posts. I just realised this and I have managed to respond to all of them. Please forgive me and thank you for reading my blog it means a lot to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-8779345456946188995?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/8779345456946188995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/comments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8779345456946188995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8779345456946188995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-1871351038748104039</id><published>2011-01-16T06:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-16T06:07:25.714Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rihanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><title type='text'>Ladies Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TTKGhmKBhsI/AAAAAAAAC-I/z17ZpNjebHs/s1600/rih-2-e1295111922579.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TTKGhmKBhsI/AAAAAAAAC-I/z17ZpNjebHs/s320/rih-2-e1295111922579.jpg" width="145" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;You all know Rihanna has been rocking the red hair for a while now. Good for her! I like it and I think it looks good on her. However, what I really want to talk about is the wanna be Rihanna's. Since Rihanna started rocking the red hair it seems every trend follower wants to try the red hair too. FIRST: RED IS NOT FOR EVERYONE!!!! Just because Ri Ri is rocking it and it looks good on her does not mean it will look good on you. I'm sick and tired of these heifers with cheap weaves trying the red hair. It's not working so sit your butt back down and try something new, maybe set your own trend and stop being a follower. What people don't realise is that celebrities spend&amp;nbsp;ridiculous amounts of money on their FAKE hair which us normal people would never spend on our hair. They also don't realise Rihanna's hair is not a weave nor her real hair but it's a DAMN WIG. Wigs which she spends ridiculous amounts of money on. So please stop trying to be like Rihanna because in the process you might end up damaging your hair. I have a friend who has been forced to cut her hair bold because she damaged it trying to dye her hair red like Rihanna's. SMH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-1871351038748104039?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/1871351038748104039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/ladies-really.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1871351038748104039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1871351038748104039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/ladies-really.html' title='Ladies Really?'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TTKGhmKBhsI/AAAAAAAAC-I/z17ZpNjebHs/s72-c/rih-2-e1295111922579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-1050263200392100592</id><published>2011-01-14T20:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-14T20:58:12.166Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tia Mowry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip'/><title type='text'>Tia Mowry pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TTC3_wx8brI/AAAAAAAAC-E/tEcVQhjb8Yk/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TTC3_wx8brI/AAAAAAAAC-E/tEcVQhjb8Yk/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I still can't believe Tia Mowry is pregnant. It seems like yesterday she was on Sister, Sister. Speaking of sister, sister I miss that show. I wish they would bring it back with them old and all.&amp;nbsp;Congratulations&amp;nbsp;to Tia and her husband on their new addition to the family. It seems everybody is getting knocked up this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-1050263200392100592?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/1050263200392100592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/tia-mowry-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1050263200392100592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1050263200392100592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/tia-mowry-pregnant.html' title='Tia Mowry pregnant'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TTC3_wx8brI/AAAAAAAAC-E/tEcVQhjb8Yk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-7657082120700337019</id><published>2011-01-14T20:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-14T20:50:09.451Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zodiac signs'/><title type='text'>Zodiac Signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TTC1RJS3DUI/AAAAAAAAC-A/EoIxqq8SUJA/s1600/zodiac-horoscope-astrology-.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TTC1RJS3DUI/AAAAAAAAC-A/EoIxqq8SUJA/s320/zodiac-horoscope-astrology-.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;According to a report from the Minnesota Planetarium Society, there has been a change in the alignment of the earth due to the gravitational pull from the moon. It has created a one month advance in the star’s therefore a change in your astrological sign could have occurred.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Are you freaking kidding me? This better be a joke. No matter what they say I'm a Taurus for life. This talk about zodiac signs changing is a bunch of bull.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Capricorn: Jan. 20 – Feb. 16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;Aquarius: Feb. 16 – March 11&lt;br /&gt;Pisces: March 11- April 18&lt;br /&gt;Aries: April 18 – May 13&lt;br /&gt;Taurus: May 13 – June 21&lt;br /&gt;Gemini: June 21 – July 20&lt;br /&gt;Cancer: July 20 – Aug. 10&lt;br /&gt;Leo: Aug. 10 – Sept. 16&lt;br /&gt;Virgo: Sept. 16 – Oct. 30&lt;br /&gt;Libra: Oct. 30 – Nov. 23&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio: Nov. 23 – Nov. 29&lt;br /&gt;Ophiuchus: Nov. 29 – Dec. 17&lt;br /&gt;Sagittarius: Dec. 17 – Jan. 20&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #555555; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;What do you all think about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/5117004886824704939-7657082120700337019?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/7657082120700337019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/zodiac-signs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7657082120700337019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7657082120700337019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/zodiac-signs.html' title='Zodiac Signs'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TTC1RJS3DUI/AAAAAAAAC-A/EoIxqq8SUJA/s72-c/zodiac-horoscope-astrology-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-7334315203922101561</id><published>2011-01-14T20:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-14T20:40:27.444Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gossip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Usher'/><title type='text'>Usher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A friend of mine bought me tickets to go see Usher live in concert on the 27th of January not really sure about the date but I know it's the last Thursday of the month. I'm now really nervous that this show might have to be rescheduled, after I watched the show in Berlin yesterday. This week Usher rescheduled his show in Berlin for the next day even then he couldn't even perform. What I want to know is did these people get a refund or is he going back for another show. I have been a big Usher fan for a very long time and this would be my first time seeing him live in concert so he has to get it together for the Birmingham show.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hope he gets well soon. For the people saying he was on drugs they need to be ashamed of themselves. Usher been in the music business for a very long time and if he was on drugs in career would have died a long time ago. &amp;nbsp;People forget that celebrities are human too. They get sick just like us and still have to force themselves to go to work. Being an entertainer is a job and people forget that. However, despite what has happened Usher is still a great performer and I commend him for turning up to the show while he was ill. 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Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/wendy-williams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7704931366736472188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7704931366736472188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/wendy-williams.html' title='Wendy Williams'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-1179064850553050228</id><published>2011-01-10T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-10T22:50:11.152Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><title type='text'>“Tears are words the heart can't express”</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Until today I hadn't cried for a year and 10 days. Call it heartless whatever you like but the tears just wouldn't come. When they would they would burn my eyes but I wouldn't let them drop. I would breath in and out count to 100 do something to make sure they wouldn't fall. I managed to keep them away for a whole year but today l cracked. The tears decided to disobey me. Nothing would work to keep them away. Even opening the package l had been anxiously waiting for didn't help.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Someone once said to me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;You can not expect different results when you keep doing the same thing over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;So I decided to approach things a bit different in my life. I started working even harder than before for the things I really want. Today I had 2 very important exams. I worked my butt off for these exams, I didn't sleep much just to stay up and study. I went to different people to get help when I didn't understand anything. I did all I could to make sure I got different results this time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When I walked into the exam room this morning for my first exam I was confident I thought I had it in the bag. After the exam I didn't feel as if I did as well as I thought I was going to do. So, I gave myself a little pep talk ready for my afternoon exam. I told myself I had this one in the bag. I walked out of that exam with tears burning in my eyes. No words can describe how disappointed I am with myself. I feel as if all that hard work was for nothing. I don't know if I failed for sure but deep in my heart I know I didn't do well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When my mother came home and asked me how I did I lost it. The tears just said Yolanda enough is enough let us do the talking for you. My mother knew how hard I had been working for these exams so I think she was a little taken back when she saw me crying. She knew I must had been hurting for me to cry. You will barely ever see me crying so when I cry in your face you know things are bad.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told myself now you have cried, time to move on and work even harder. Before I was ready to throw in the towel and go look for a job at McDonalds. For a minute I allowed myself to wallow in self-pity but now none of that is allowed. I will find out in March if I really failed. If I failed I get the chance to take both exams again. If it wasn't for my mother I think I will still be having a pity party. Also shout out to my brother he reminded me of all I have achieved and told me to stop being so hard on myself. Nobody said it was going to be easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God bless you all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-1179064850553050228?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/1179064850553050228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/tears-are-words-heart-cant-express.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1179064850553050228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1179064850553050228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/tears-are-words-heart-cant-express.html' title='“Tears are words the heart can&apos;t express”'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-2647997358745173473</id><published>2011-01-06T21:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T21:32:33.827Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New year'/><title type='text'>Better late than never so.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy New year dear readers. I hope your start to the year is going great. Mine is a bit stressful at the moment. I'm trying to stay positive but damn it's hard. I'm shaken but not stirred. Just when you think the devil is winning God always shows up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-2647997358745173473?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/2647997358745173473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/better-late-than-never-so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2647997358745173473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2647997358745173473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2011/01/better-late-than-never-so.html' title='Better late than never so.....'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-8000119783974097956</id><published>2010-12-31T21:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-31T21:08:59.465Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New year'/><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TR4-oCyqeoI/AAAAAAAAC94/5wftGxxzCeU/s1600/canstock3231997.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TR4-oCyqeoI/AAAAAAAAC94/5wftGxxzCeU/s400/canstock3231997.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm still trying to figure out where this year has gone. However, this year has been so good to me that l'm sad to see it end. I have been so blessed that l don't know how to thank the man above. This year l managed to make one of my dreams into a reality. I still have to pinch myself when l'm doing it. I also got my first and dream job. That job came to me l didn't have to go out and look for it, that's a blessing. It's a top secret job l wish l could share with everyone but can't. Don't be getting any ideas people, it's legal. I also got to meet Alicia Keys and Mary J Blige oh yeah that didn't just make my year that made my life lol. So much happened to me this year and l'm thankful. My goal in 2011 is to keep the doors I opened, open because l know l haven't worked this hard just to throw it all away. I also hope to make this blog a success. I want to take this time and thank each and everyone of you for reading my blog it means a lot to me that people who don't know me are interested in what l have to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Remember God does not make mistakes. The battle is not yours but God's. Let go and Let God.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I hope you all have a fabulous and a year full of blessings in 2011.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Until l blog again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;with love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Yolanda&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/5117004886824704939-8000119783974097956?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/8000119783974097956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8000119783974097956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8000119783974097956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TR4-oCyqeoI/AAAAAAAAC94/5wftGxxzCeU/s72-c/canstock3231997.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-5847848695142843981</id><published>2010-12-30T01:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-30T01:22:40.346Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>When l love</title><content type='html'>When l love somebody l love them deep. I love them with everything l have. There is no halfway with me. It's either all the way or no way at all. Call it stupid naive whatever you like but that's how l run things in my life. When l love you l got your back through thick &amp; thin. I might not let it show but that's how it is. When the ones l love are in pain it means l'm in pain too. When they call needing my help l drop what l'm doing like the fool l am. I'm loyal to the end. You don't hear me speak about how loyal l am because l would like to think those l'm loyal to know that through my actions. When l do something for my loved ones l don't expect anything in return. In fact a part of me don't expect them to be there for me when l need them. When you expect things to happen you will be really disappointed &amp; l don't like disappointments.  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Open diary  &lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br/&gt; Yolanda&lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-5847848695142843981?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/5847848695142843981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-l-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5847848695142843981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5847848695142843981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-l-love.html' title='When l love'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-1862625449466473893</id><published>2010-12-25T02:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-25T02:20:27.480Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>Hello there............</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;beautiful readers. It's been a while since l updated my blog forgive me. I haven't been well. I was knocking on death's door but thank God they didn't open the door for me it's not my time to go live with Jesus just yet, l still have a few more things to do here on earth. Besides my crazy illness nothing else been happening in my small world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally finished my Christmas shopping. Thank God for that. Next time l'm doing my Christmas shopping in September. I hate big crowds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-1862625449466473893?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/1862625449466473893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1862625449466473893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1862625449466473893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/hello-there.html' title='Hello there............'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-5383653483927060965</id><published>2010-12-18T03:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-18T03:39:26.670Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Believe'/><title type='text'>I believe that</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything happens for a reason. So many things happen to me that make me question if there is anything wrong with me but in the end it always makes sense. I look at it as God whispering in my ear saying this is not the right way to go. The other day my business studies teacher lost my test paper and he gave back everyone their paper. It made me super mad, l couldn't believe he lost my paper and only my paper. I can't find the right words to describe how l felt. I ALMOST&amp;nbsp;cried because thats how made l was. Two days later&amp;nbsp; when l went to his class ﻿to find out if he had managed to find my paper because l was ready to go off on his ass. I had worked so damn hard for that test. As usual God had been on my side the man had found my paper and he marked it with this examiner who was visiting. It meant a lot to me that he had marked my paper with an examiner. Anyways l assed that exam. Honestly l wasn't expecting to get the grade l got. This showed me that just when you think the devil is winning God always comes through. A lot has happened to me this week that made me realise that everything happens for a reason it might not makes sense now but it will later. God's will!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-5383653483927060965?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/5383653483927060965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-believe-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5383653483927060965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5383653483927060965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-believe-that.html' title='I believe that'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-6229126446902214823</id><published>2010-12-15T01:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-15T01:59:47.201Z</updated><title type='text'>It's been in a minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;since l posted anything on my blog. This last week has been real busy for me. I didn't even get a chance to take my afternoon naps and if you know me you would know my afternoon naps are very very very important. I love sleep more than anything in the world food is the only thing that comes close. Last week was just too&amp;nbsp;hectic for me. I don't know what l was thinking when l thought l could do 3 big things at the same time. I'm like superwoman. I have a top secret job, a new hobby that's very important because l have invested a lot of money in it and l have school to add to the list. All these 3 things demand a lot of my time. Don't get me twisted l love what l'm doing but sometimes l can't help but think l'm doing too much at the same time. It's too late for me to back out and l wouldn't even if you paid me. While everyone enjoyed their weekend l didn't because l was stuck at this residential trip were all l did was study all weekend. Somebody shoot me now. It's like 2 am now so l'm going to bed and l will finish this post another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Goodnite&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/5117004886824704939-6229126446902214823?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/6229126446902214823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-in-minute.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/6229126446902214823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/6229126446902214823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-in-minute.html' title='It&apos;s been in a minute'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-7251303020381185760</id><published>2010-12-08T03:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T03:07:31.947Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shopping'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I never got round to telling you what l decided to do with my invitation to my old friend's invitation. I have been busy it's not a joke. Anyways l ended up not going as many of you would have guessed. I didn't go because l simply wasn't feeling it. Yes it was weird to me how she would up and phone me last minute to invite me to her get together when we hadn't spoken in ages. However, my bestie attended the get together and turns out it was just a genuine get together to catch up with everyone. It also came as a shock to me how the girl's big sister still considers me to be one of her little sister's friends. That made me feel guilty tiny bit. I appreciate her trying to make the effort to connect with me however, next time l won't decline if she gives me enough time lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Enough of that. Saturday l ended up running errands and a pathetic attempt at my Christmas shopping. I just couldn't handle the big crowds and the long cues so l ended up coming home with one shopping bag. I'm going to do the rest of it over the internet, l hate shopping round this time of the year. I guess that's what l get for leaving my shopping till late.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;This week is just too damn long and busy not that&amp;nbsp;I'm&amp;nbsp;complaining but l will be happy to see the back of it. I'm not even looking forward to Friday because this weekend l have this residential thingy and l seem to be getting home late this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Hope you're having a better week than me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Yolanda&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/5117004886824704939-7251303020381185760?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/7251303020381185760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7251303020381185760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7251303020381185760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-5365620896476571673</id><published>2010-12-05T01:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:35:57.680Z</updated><title type='text'>Chrisette Michele ~ Untitled ~ I Am One</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/gZor3T2y2v0?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Love this song&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-5365620896476571673?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/5365620896476571673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/chrisette-michele-untitled-i-am-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5365620896476571673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5365620896476571673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/chrisette-michele-untitled-i-am-one.html' title='Chrisette Michele ~ Untitled ~ I Am One'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/gZor3T2y2v0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-3047767987768898995</id><published>2010-12-04T03:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-04T03:05:33.299Z</updated><title type='text'>Strange</title><content type='html'>Yesterday l received a phone call from an old friend. I went to high school &amp; part of College with this chick. We used to be good friends but some were along the line things just went down the drain. We even stopped talking for a while, l would see her on road &amp; pass by like l didn't see her vice versa. Childish l know but l can be really stubborn sometimes. I felt l had a good reason to not give this girl my time of the day, the things she said to me totally hurt my feelings. Since l been friends with the girl we just haven't been able to sort situations we would just ignore it &amp; the tension continued to build up, which lead to the not talking part.&lt;br /&gt;Some how we got talking again but our friendship wasn't the same anymore. Anyways the girl moved to another college so we totally stopped talking the only way l would find out if this chika was still alive was via my bestie because they're besties too.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways that's not the point. The point is the strange phone call l received yesterday from the girl. I thought that was weird. She was phoning me to invite me to her little get together at her house with all our old friends. IS THIS GIRL SERIOUS? Mind you l ain't talked to this girl for months &amp; now she decides to phone me last minute &amp; ask me to go to her house on Saturday. &lt;br /&gt;I can't help but be suspicious about the real reason she is inviting me. I don't believe it's because she misses me. &lt;br /&gt;I had already planned to go Christmas shopping because this is my last free weekend before Christmas. I don't know whether to go or not. P.S. it's snowing like a mutha out there &amp; l'm not about to be dealing with all that. However, if she is genuine l commend her for making the effort with me. I can be a bitch.( that's for another post). Too many people l would rather not associate with are gonna be there so right now my mind is set on not going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well l will let you know what l decide. If l go l will have more to tell yal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yolanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-3047767987768898995?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/3047767987768898995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/strange.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3047767987768898995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3047767987768898995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/strange.html' title='Strange'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-1974923777693786540</id><published>2010-12-02T01:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T01:51:35.290Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thankful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeless'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>England has been up to it's old tricks again, this place is like a walk in fridge. It's too damn cold and it's snowing. Even though it's freezing l love the weather. I know l'm weird.On Sunday we even reached -10 degrees celsius. Even though it's cold l can't help but be thankful for a warm house,bed and food on the table to go to when my day is over. They're some people out there who are homeless right now but l thank God l'm not one of them. The weather outside is not playing so l can't imagine what homeless people are going through. &lt;div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'&gt;Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-1974923777693786540?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/1974923777693786540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1974923777693786540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1974923777693786540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/12/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-7880017715092424367</id><published>2010-11-28T18:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:17:53.165Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thulani'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Beautiful by Thulani</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TPKaV6wcjuI/AAAAAAAACzo/3BE9UgsQmO4/s1600/41362_644663088094_25314846_36327086_231905_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TPKaV6wcjuI/AAAAAAAACzo/3BE9UgsQmO4/s320/41362_644663088094_25314846_36327086_231905_n.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ok so you all must be wondering who the handsome fella above is. He goes by the name Thulani. He is like a brother to me. Not only is he handsome but he is a great musician and he has an album coming out soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;If you live in Dallas,Texas he is having his cd release party on the 18th of December at:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-family: Arial;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;-Life Baptist Church&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 2065 East Division St, Arlington, TX 76011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;To purchase his album go on this website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thulanimusic.com/buy.html"&gt;http://www.thulanimusic.com/buy.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Please support him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Below check his song out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KhEKc0-Y8pM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/KhEKc0-Y8pM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5117004886824704939-7880017715092424367?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/7880017715092424367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/beautiful-by-thulani.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7880017715092424367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7880017715092424367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/beautiful-by-thulani.html' title='Beautiful by Thulani'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TPKaV6wcjuI/AAAAAAAACzo/3BE9UgsQmO4/s72-c/41362_644663088094_25314846_36327086_231905_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-3746355544939453464</id><published>2010-11-27T02:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-27T02:45:06.110Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasia'/><title type='text'>Fantasia's dilema part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know if l have given my 2 cents on Fantasia's new revelation or not but here we go. So last week, or this week God knows l don't remember Fantasia revealed that she aborted her married lover's baby. This all now make sense to me why she tried to commit suicide. I feel for this girl. It's one thing after the other for her. I wish she didn't have to got through this in the public eye. They're some things the public can know about you but some things should just be kept in private. No one deserves to have their dirty laundry aired out there for everyone and their mama to find out. For the people judging Fantasia look at your own life first before you start judging her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I hope all this bull crap will be over soon so Fantasia can have some peace and quiet.&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/5117004886824704939-3746355544939453464?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/3746355544939453464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/fantasias-dilema-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3746355544939453464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3746355544939453464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/fantasias-dilema-part-2.html' title='Fantasia&apos;s dilema part 2'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-4202406759521278833</id><published>2010-11-24T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T21:57:58.170Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><title type='text'>Blogs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;One of my favourite blogs has just gone private. I'm a little sad about that because it was my favourite blog. When the blog went private l hadn't been reading blogs for 2 weeks. So l went on the author's profile and l sent them an email hope l will get invited to read the blog. If l don't get invited that's ok but l will be sad but that's ok life goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&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/5117004886824704939-4202406759521278833?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/4202406759521278833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4202406759521278833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4202406759521278833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogs.html' title='Blogs'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-3512284306454692790</id><published>2010-11-20T02:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-20T02:43:43.931Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>New Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;OMG l have to share with you the new artists l have discovered. Music is not dead after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3_DoBgLGTBY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/3_DoBgLGTBY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;VV Brown is a british musician and l love her music. I don't why l have just discovered her. She is really good. She also performed at the Black Girls Rock awards.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Another group l have discovered is The Band Perry. It's a country music group. I have only just discovered them a couple of hours ago and l think their music rocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7NJqUN9TClM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/7NJqUN9TClM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/5117004886824704939-3512284306454692790?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/3512284306454692790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-music.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3512284306454692790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3512284306454692790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-music.html' title='New Music'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-6629766285848888547</id><published>2010-11-20T02:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-20T02:31:53.210Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eva Longoria'/><title type='text'>The Perfect girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TOcwbHZwtJI/AAAAAAAACzk/2ARgN_qaEW8/s1600/6a0105349ca980970c013489091980970c-800wi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TOcwbHZwtJI/AAAAAAAACzk/2ARgN_qaEW8/s320/6a0105349ca980970c013489091980970c-800wi.jpg" width="217" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm l the only one who is sad about the fact that Tony and Eva Parker are getting a divorce?? I think it's really sad. I thought they were such a beautiful couple.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I know that Tony cheated on Eva with one of his team mates soon to be ex wife. However, Tony did not sleep with this other woman they were just sexting. I bet you it would have happened one way or the other. lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have to give Eva the props for showing her man she is not playing by showing him the door. You go girl. I hope they can work this situation out. If not then l hope they can both find love again the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The question on everyone's mind is how can you cheat on Eva Longoria?? Erm it happens. All people ever get to see is the perfect ever with make up and all but the truth is we don't know what happens behind closed doors. There is a quote that says Don't judge a book by it's cover and it totally applies to celebrities. They're human too and they have flaws.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ok l'm done with this topic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Goodnite and Happy Friday!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-6629766285848888547?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/6629766285848888547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/perfect-girl.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/6629766285848888547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/6629766285848888547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/perfect-girl.html' title='The Perfect girl'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TOcwbHZwtJI/AAAAAAAACzk/2ARgN_qaEW8/s72-c/6a0105349ca980970c013489091980970c-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-514964865262238130</id><published>2010-11-20T01:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-20T01:47:04.687Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thank you'/><title type='text'>Thank you!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Hey loves. Today l just want to take the time out and say thank you to all my lovely followers. I'm always going on and on about random stuff and never say thank you for reading. &amp;nbsp;When l started this blog l didn't think l would get any followers but here l am with 14 followers one who is&amp;nbsp;anonymous.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you for reading even though my blog is so random, you never know what I'm going to write about even l don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Have a happy weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yolanda&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/5117004886824704939-514964865262238130?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/514964865262238130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/514964865262238130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/514964865262238130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/thank-you.html' title='Thank you!!!!!'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-2607605179409205377</id><published>2010-11-18T01:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-18T01:13:54.772Z</updated><title type='text'>homie lover now boyfriend</title><content type='html'>I have a question: Do you think you can turn a homie lover relationship into a real relationship? Can people who used to be cutty buddies be in a real relationship? I think it's like teaching an old dog new tricks. Hey it can be done but you will need patience. Hell that dog will always sneak it's old tricks. I think it's the same with cutty buddies.&lt;br /&gt;I think when people who used to be cutty buddies get in a relationship they're confusing good sex for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That relationship would need a hell lot of patience &amp; work for it to survive. You both have to be sure that's what you want. But hey this is just my opinion. What do you think? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-2607605179409205377?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/2607605179409205377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/homie-lover-now-boyfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2607605179409205377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2607605179409205377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/homie-lover-now-boyfriend.html' title='homie lover now boyfriend'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-3529148197220156158</id><published>2010-11-18T00:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:14:33.586Z</updated><title type='text'>This thing called love</title><content type='html'>I don't get this thing called love. It seems as if the person you love the most is the person you will end up hating the most. &lt;br /&gt;For example a couple will be married for 10 years and yet they can barely be in the same room because they can not stand the sight of one another. I think that's very sad.&lt;br /&gt;The person you spend most of your time with, you share your deepest darkest secret with will end up being your enemy.&lt;br /&gt;After being together for so long why can't you be friends or say hie? I understand that things our loved ones will do to us will be hard for us to forgive. But dang. I guess that's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what they say Love is blind is true. When you're in love you don't want to see the bad things about the person you are with. In your eyes they're perfect. This is why when that love start to wear off you start to see that person for who they really are and half the time you don't like what you see. This is why people start to hate each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord have mercy on us all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-3529148197220156158?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/3529148197220156158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-thing-called-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3529148197220156158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3529148197220156158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/this-thing-called-love.html' title='This thing called love'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-2138431680811064795</id><published>2010-11-16T05:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T05:18:04.815Z</updated><title type='text'>I don't wanna be rich</title><content type='html'>Tonight l was watching The Real Housewives of New Jersey that show is too crazy for me. It seems to me that if Danielle didn't exist that show would be boring. Anyways that's not the point of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While l was watching the show it made me realise something. I don't want to be rich. I just want to be able to live comfortably. People seem to have this idea that money makes you happy. In my opinion money can't buy happiness,love only material things. &lt;br /&gt;What's the point of spending thousands of pounds on a Gucci handbag or dress you're only going to wear once. It's pointless to me. You buy all these expensive stuff use it for one day &amp; then give to charity. Don't get me twisted l'm all for giving to charity but l think that instead of wasting money buying pointless crap give it to charity and they will use it for a good cause. &lt;br /&gt;People spend a lot of time storing earthly treasures when they should spend more time storing heavenly treasures. Why? because one day you are not going to wake up &amp; you can't be buried with all your beautiful clothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From watching The Real Housewives of New Jersey it's also made me realise how sad rich people are. You can see it in their eyes how lonely &amp; sad they're. Also lack of trust is an issue for them for they don't know if people around them are real or they just want to use them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has just made me even more thankful of my life. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-2138431680811064795?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/2138431680811064795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-don-wanna-be-rich.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2138431680811064795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2138431680811064795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-don-wanna-be-rich.html' title='I don&amp;#39;t wanna be rich'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-562788351647805675</id><published>2010-11-16T05:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-16T05:01:47.396Z</updated><title type='text'>Ladder 49</title><content type='html'>Today l was watching the movie Ladder 49. It's about fire fighter who reflects on his life before he dies. &lt;br /&gt;In the movie there was a part where he lost his friend even though him and his unit where going through a hard time &amp; every thing in them was telling them to just quit &amp; get out of the service while they were still alive they went back to work as normal. Translating this into our normal day to day life we all go through things that make us want to give up. Just because things are going hard does not mean it's time to give up. Next time when you are going through something just remember it will pass. Nothing stays forever, this too shall pass. Better days will come. This is easier said than done. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-562788351647805675?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/562788351647805675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/ladder-49.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/562788351647805675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/562788351647805675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/ladder-49.html' title='Ladder 49'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-1979169475163309820</id><published>2010-11-13T03:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-13T03:14:25.130Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasia'/><title type='text'>Fantasia's dilema</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I'm a sucker for celebrity gossip. I mean their life my entertainment. However, that does not mean all their business should be out there for everybody and their mama to know. Half the time the media does not print the whole truth, they always add sugar and butter. I don't always believe what l read. Therefore, when l first found out about Fantasia being with a married man, l did not believe everything they printed out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The blogs, the newspapers and the tabloid magazines always exaggerate things. Don't believe everything you read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yesterday Fantasia and Antwon Cook's wife sat down with a mediator to settle the law suit. Fantasia was ready to give this woman $100.000 but the woman didn't take it because she wanted Fantasia to admit that she knew they were still married and not separated. To my understanding Fantasia and Antwon are together again therefore he would be able to testify in court on behalf of Fantasia saying she wasn't aware that they were 'happily married' as the wife claims. Is this woman stupid or something?? If l was her l would have taken the $100.000 and ran. Now that woman is not going to get anything ( I hope).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Fantasia was the real victim in this situation, she was the one who was deceived therefore, Fantasia should be suing this woman for emotional distress. I really hope this woman gets nothing from Fantasia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;As for Fantasia, l hope she can really move on from this and get to happy. God knows but that girl deserves some happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I have watched her reality tv show from season 1 and in season 2 since her so called affair went public it seems as if the life has been sucked out of her. She is not the same fun Fantasia anymore. Oh dear this thing called life.&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/5117004886824704939-1979169475163309820?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/1979169475163309820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/fantasias-dilema.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1979169475163309820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1979169475163309820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/fantasias-dilema.html' title='Fantasia&apos;s dilema'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-6413053274989656264</id><published>2010-11-11T19:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T19:25:38.717Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary J Blige'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>Mary J Blige Live at the LG Arena Birmingham</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I know l am a little late but l have been busy since the Mary's concert last week. Last week, on Wednesday the 3rd l went to see Mary J Blige live in concert here in Birmingham. It was the second concert l have been to in my life. The first concert l went to was Alicia Keys concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Back to Mary's concert now. I have no words describe that concert. It was THE GREATEST CONCERT ON EARTH!!!! She blew me away. Mary J Blige sounds way better live. I don't think l will ever miss another Mary concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;When she sang Your child she almost made me cry it was so powerful, best part of the night. I loved it when she let the audience start the first verse of I'm going down. You bet l was singing my heart out. Mind you l can not even sing. I felt sorry for the people who could hear my crazy singing. Another amazing song of the night was No more drama, oooohhh child l meant every word when l was singing that song. For a minute l felt like l was Mary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I loved how she broke down, Take me as I am, she totally changed the beat to the song. l can totally relate to that song. It was powerful. She ended the night with Be without you, that song is my jam right there. Be without you, is the song that made me a die hard Mary fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;All l can say is thank you Mary J Blige for coming to Birmingham, England. I can't wait for her next show. This time I am going to try and get front row tickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxAUfhAOQI/AAAAAAAACzA/fHxHcn9LHa4/s1600/IMAG0140.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxAUfhAOQI/AAAAAAAACzA/fHxHcn9LHa4/s320/IMAG0140.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;(Me before the concert)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxBFD34qGI/AAAAAAAACzM/2A6OgKX-bKg/s1600/S8303683.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxBFD34qGI/AAAAAAAACzM/2A6OgKX-bKg/s320/S8303683.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxBdpebg3I/AAAAAAAACzQ/DG-Nz8rJVDA/s1600/S8303696.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxBdpebg3I/AAAAAAAACzQ/DG-Nz8rJVDA/s320/S8303696.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That's Lamar he is a british singer and he was Mary's opening act. I know the picture is not clear.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxCGIu3LcI/AAAAAAAACzU/FvBw2ceEvZs/s1600/S8303706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxCGIu3LcI/AAAAAAAACzU/FvBw2ceEvZs/s320/S8303706.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Lamar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxCGIu3LcI/AAAAAAAACzU/FvBw2ceEvZs/s1600/S8303706.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxCGIu3LcI/AAAAAAAACzU/FvBw2ceEvZs/s320/S8303706.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxCRZKVpsI/AAAAAAAACzY/pxenj02VKhw/s1600/S8303715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxCRZKVpsI/AAAAAAAACzY/pxenj02VKhw/s320/S8303715.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Mary J Blige, aww looking back at these pictures it's taking me back right there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxCRZKVpsI/AAAAAAAACzY/pxenj02VKhw/s1600/S8303715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxCRZKVpsI/AAAAAAAACzY/pxenj02VKhw/s320/S8303715.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxCu940dEI/AAAAAAAACzc/pBbqZ8SREFE/s1600/S8303730.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxCu940dEI/AAAAAAAACzc/pBbqZ8SREFE/s320/S8303730.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I can't wait to go to another Mary's concert this time l am ready to travel to another city to see her live in concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-6413053274989656264?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/6413053274989656264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/mary-j-blige-live-at-lg-arena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/6413053274989656264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/6413053274989656264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/11/mary-j-blige-live-at-lg-arena.html' title='Mary J Blige Live at the LG Arena Birmingham'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TNxAUfhAOQI/AAAAAAAACzA/fHxHcn9LHa4/s72-c/IMAG0140.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-2550599768135179617</id><published>2010-10-26T01:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T01:28:20.230+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy people'/><title type='text'>Women cut off their husbands penises!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Today l seem to be bumping into crazy stories. I just happened to bump into 2 stories about one woman in Australia and another in India. So what do these 2 women have in common you ask?? These women cut their husbands penises. Yeah your eyes are not playing a trick on you l said PENISES!!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I will start with the Australian woman. Rajini Narayan 46 set her husband's penis on fire to purify him. Her husband had cheated on her multiple times and he verbally abused him so she had, had enough of his BS. So she snapped and poured petrol on him and a candle, she didn't think it would result in him dying she just wanted to leave a mark on him so he would be hers forever. My question for this woman is why would you wanna stay with a man that's been abusing you? Just set his penis on fire and leave him after you have dialed 999. He will never forget you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The second woman raging Kailasben Vyshali was beyond pissed off with her cheating husband so one night after his visit to the mistress she spiked his tea with sleeping pills. While her husband was sleeping she went ahead and cut off his penis and threw it out the window and the dogs munched on it. Unfortunately what was thrown outside was never found but the paramedics and the doctors saved his life. I bet his ass will never cheat again. Men should learn from this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="ntext"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-2550599768135179617?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/2550599768135179617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/10/women-cut-off-their-husbands-penises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2550599768135179617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2550599768135179617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/10/women-cut-off-their-husbands-penises.html' title='Women cut off their husbands penises!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-1029660291929918736</id><published>2010-10-26T00:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T00:49:08.273+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Infant love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm all for falling in love, getting married the 2.5 babies. However, can a 5 year old and a 3 year old fall in love??? When you're 3 years old you can barely keep friends let alone be in love. Damn when you're 3 you don't even know were babies come from or what love is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Apparently a boy aged 5 and a girl aged 3 in Syria have become engaged according to local reports. I mean really???????? The boy who was identified as Khalid fell in love with Hala on a visit to the sea side. (I can't stop laughing, this is funny) After they returned home Khalid refused to go to his nursery unless Hala was there. So Khalid's parents phoned Hala's parents and they were told Hala had developed symptoms of loneliness. Both families were happy to get their babies engaged. Khalid's father went and bought the rings for the babies. Are these people for real????? They are mental.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;So when Khalid turns 15 he is going to marry Hala. Don't forget to send me an invitation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;What is this world coming to?? I'm l missing something.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/5117004886824704939-1029660291929918736?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/1029660291929918736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/10/infant-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1029660291929918736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1029660291929918736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/10/infant-love.html' title='Infant love'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-8156928717404676083</id><published>2010-10-24T20:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T20:12:02.985+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><title type='text'>Blessings in disguise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Today l just felt like sharing these words with you all so here we go:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Be careful for what you wish for. Sometimes the very thing we believe we need and want is the last thing we should have. Those wants bring their own set of consequences.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-8156928717404676083?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/8156928717404676083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/10/blessings-in-disguise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8156928717404676083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8156928717404676083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/10/blessings-in-disguise.html' title='Blessings in disguise'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-78757423725411550</id><published>2010-10-04T05:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T05:39:58.691+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Khaled Hosseini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>The Kite Runner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TKlaakekUJI/AAAAAAAACys/yJeb8tDhZCQ/s1600/Kite+runner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TKlaakekUJI/AAAAAAAACys/yJeb8tDhZCQ/s320/Kite+runner.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;For my English language class l have to read the kite runner by Khaled Hosseini. The kite runner is about a boy called Amir and his friend Hassan. Amir is desperate to win the kite-fighting tournament so his friend Hassan promises to help him. However, the events of that afternoon change their lives forever. Amir moves to America but only to find out that the past always claws it's way out.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I thought the first two chapters of this novel were really boring but as l kept reading the book the first two chapters started making sense and l found myself going back to them and it all started to make sense. As l kept reading the book l couldn't put it down. Chapter 7 in this book really broke my heart, l won't say why just in case l spoil it for you. Now l can't wait to find someone to discuss this book in depth with. &lt;br /&gt;Khaled Hosseini is a great story teller. I hear there is a film for this book so l'm going to look for it and watch it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If you haven't read this book try and do so l promise you won't be disappointed. &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/5117004886824704939-78757423725411550?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/78757423725411550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/10/kite-runner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/78757423725411550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/78757423725411550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/10/kite-runner.html' title='The Kite Runner'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TKlaakekUJI/AAAAAAAACys/yJeb8tDhZCQ/s72-c/Kite+runner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-2481716017658450263</id><published>2010-10-02T03:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T03:18:15.991+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary J Blige'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='october'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Wow October!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Can you believe it's already October??? Where the hell has this year gone???? However, l'm happy that this year is going by so fast because that means this stupid school year will go by pretty fast as well. I'm now used to the idea that l have to get up and attend my classes and do stupid homework blah blah blah. Well it's kind of going great so far. Ask me round January time when l'm ready to strangle someones neck.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I hope this month goes by really fast because come November l get to go and see Mary J Blige live in concert l can't wait. I already purchased my tickets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This month l'm also sticking to my exercise plan. I really need to lose a few pounds things aint looking great right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyways l wish you lovely and loyal readers a happy month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yolanda &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/5117004886824704939-2481716017658450263?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/2481716017658450263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/10/wow-october.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2481716017658450263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2481716017658450263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/10/wow-october.html' title='Wow October!!!!!'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-4923923088649926679</id><published>2010-10-02T03:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T03:06:39.927+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mario'/><title type='text'>Singer Mario arrested on second degee for assault on his mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TKZR2199RRI/AAAAAAAACyo/CR6bG-0dB4M/s1600/56473232.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TKZR2199RRI/AAAAAAAACyo/CR6bG-0dB4M/s1600/56473232.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The story of Mario being arrested for second degree assault on his mother does not shock me at all. One of these days he was bound to crack and really let that woman have it. I'm not condoning what Mario did but the dude has had enough. I feel his pain. He has been trying to get his mother off drugs for years and it seems to me that she aint ready to stop. Mario is no doubt a good son and he has done everything he can for his mother. I wish she would just give him a break. When l watched the documentary on MTV it really broke my heart what she was doing to her son. If l was Mario l don't think l would still have the strength to try and help her. However, l pray that one of these days she will find the strength to fight this terrible disease. I pray that they will both move on from this incident after all it aint like he punched the woman, if it was me l probably would have. I wish Mario and his mama well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Peace and love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-4923923088649926679?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/4923923088649926679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/10/singer-mario-arrested-on-second-degee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4923923088649926679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4923923088649926679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/10/singer-mario-arrested-on-second-degee.html' title='Singer Mario arrested on second degee for assault on his mother'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TKZR2199RRI/AAAAAAAACyo/CR6bG-0dB4M/s72-c/56473232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-524721446726820924</id><published>2010-09-29T01:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T01:52:58.408+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='polygamy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Sister wives</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It seems as if reality TV shows are taking over for real. Now they have taken it to far by creating a show on polygamy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The new show on TLC is called Sister wives it's based on sisters who are married to one husband and they have 13 children together. The husband is only legally married to the first wife and the two other wives are in a committed marriage. For some reason this makes me feel sick maybe sick is a big word but come on. How can you share your husband with two other women? The man is just a selfish bastard. It's ridiculous. This is 2010 not 1946. Even though l find polygamy disgusting you bet l will be tuning in when they start showing the show here in England. I just want to see how these people live. I do feel sorry for the kids though. There are probably picked on a lot at school based on what kind of home they come from.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Would you watch this show????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/5117004886824704939-524721446726820924?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/524721446726820924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/sister-wives.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/524721446726820924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/524721446726820924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/sister-wives.html' title='Sister wives'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-3628101626780553702</id><published>2010-09-29T00:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T00:51:25.726+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brothers'/><title type='text'>Once upon a time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Once upon a time l was a little girl that adored her 2 older brothers. There were my heroes. They were perfect in my eyes, l looked up to my brothers. Where ever they went l was right behind them. I even have the scars to prove how much l loved hanging out with my brothers. I guess at that time l thought l was a boy too, so l would climb trees and jump fences with them. While some little girls had their fathers to look up to l had my brothers. I loved them dearly. I have so many good memories from my childhood because of my brothers. We were a happy family that we didn't even notice we had a father missing. Our mother did everything to give us the perfect childhood and we had a great childhood so thank you mum. I would do anything to have that back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;When l was 5 or so&amp;nbsp; my first older brother went to boarding school for high school so it was just me, my mother and&amp;nbsp; my second older brother left at home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Since it was just me and brother #2 left we became really close plus we were now going to the same school so he looked out for me. No child would dare do anything to me because l had an older brother. However, that only lasted my first year of school because after that brother #2 also left for high school. My brothers would come home for holidays but they were not interested in hanging out with me anymore.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Even though me and my brothers were not that close anymore l still looked up to them, they were still my heroes. I thought they were the coolest brothers in the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Fast forward to 10 years later those people who were my heroes could as well be my enemies. OK that's a bit harsh because brother#1 still inspires to be the best l can be. We all went our separate ways. Where did it all go wrong??? I will tell you when. My brothers grew up and the world changed them. I don't know who they are anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; We will start with brother #1 he moved to Texas in 2004. When he moved to Texas l was in boarding school by then and my mother had moved to England so it was a bit hard for me at that time because my family was all over the place. He still tried his best to be there for me. He phoned me every Saturday morning those phone calls gave me hope they meant so much to me. So thank you brother#1. I remember once he came back home when l wasn't expecting him to. That visit meant so much to me than he will ever know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;He was still there for me in spirit but it wasn't the same was it!!!! As the years go by he is moving on with life and dear old little sister here does not fit in with the schedule anymore.I feel as if I'm just an inconvenient in his life. I'm really mad at him right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Brother #2 were do l begin without being too personal even though today's post is very very very personal but l just have to let it out. Brother #2 has disappointed me so many times that l can't even stand to look at him. I'm angry with him really angry. All l can do is pray to God to give me the strength to let the anger go but how do you let the anger go when someone keeps making the same mistakes. I'm not Jesus who forgives 77 times 77 thousand I'm &lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;HUMAN&lt;/span&gt;. People make excuses for him but it's getting old now. I'm beyond pissed off. He came from being my best friend to someone l barely say hie to. Huh so you must be wondering what did he really do that you can't talk to someone you live in the same house with??? Em my answer is do you have all day because l will be happy to start from 10 years ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;No one's family is perfect. Mine is far from perfect but l pray to God that one day we will all be together again. I don't even remember the last time we were all in the same house. It all makes me sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yours truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yolanda&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/5117004886824704939-3628101626780553702?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/3628101626780553702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/once-upon-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3628101626780553702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3628101626780553702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/once-upon-time.html' title='Once upon a time'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-1166581105042948458</id><published>2010-09-10T00:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:56:17.214+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>first week of school</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Can you believe l survived my first week back at school. I didn't think l would last but guess what l did and l'm proud of myself. This year my timetable is a little bit crazy but at least l get 2 afternoons off and l don't start till afternoon on a Wednesday. I hate the freaking 3 hour lessons those seem to go on for ages. I have the same teachers from last year except for my English language &amp;amp; literature class since l just picked the subject l like the teachers for now, ask me again in 2 weeks if l still like them. This week has gone by really fast. To make it even better all my classes for tomorrow have been cancelled so yep l'm happy. Today was a good day because l got some good news about my law class grade. Some people thought l was going to fail that class but l totally proved them wrong so if l keep up the good work all the haters will be licking my ass. Well thats my rant for school this week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Stay tuned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yollie &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/5117004886824704939-1166581105042948458?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/1166581105042948458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-week-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1166581105042948458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1166581105042948458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-week-of-school.html' title='first week of school'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-3639765131591018349</id><published>2010-09-10T00:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:48:57.770+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><title type='text'>Florida Pastor threatens to burn the Quran</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I wasn't planning on giving my two cents on this topic but now l'm so enraged that l have to let it out some how. This whole controversy started when people found out that they were plans to build an Islamic Center and mosque few blocks New York's ground zero. Certain people think the building shouldn't be built close to the world trade center site, after 9/11. My question is if they had decided to build a church would people still be making a lot of fuss out of this? You can't punish the whole religion because of what the terrorists did. I'm sure Muslim does not encourage violence. It's not fair that the whole religion is now having to suffer for something they didn't know about. I'm sure on 9/11 some Muslims died too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Muslims around the world anticipate the arrival of the holiest month of  the year. During Ramadan, the ninth month of the Islamic calendar,  Muslims from all continents unite in a period of fasting and spiritual  reflection. At the end of the Ramadan month comes the Eid Mubarak which is a 3 day celebration. This year Eid is expected to start on the 10/09/10. This year Eid collides with the anniversary of 9/11. Quite a lot of people were upset about this, saying how can you celebrate on the day that many people lost their lives. I can totally understand these people's points. However, l think Reverend Terry Jones took it far when he decided he was going to burn the Quran on the 9/11. This is disrespectful to the Muslims. How would he feel if they burnt the bible? Have you forgotten that Ku Klux Klan are Christians? If you had well I'm reminding you. You can not punish the whole religion based on evil things done by some people from that religion.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; One person's actions does not define the whole religion. As for Reverend Terry Jones l'm disgusted by him, he is suppose to be a man of God. There is no were in the bible were it says you should disrespect other religions. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-3639765131591018349?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/3639765131591018349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/florida-pastor-threatens-to-burn-quran.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3639765131591018349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3639765131591018349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/florida-pastor-threatens-to-burn-quran.html' title='Florida Pastor threatens to burn the Quran'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-7050067692177431572</id><published>2010-09-10T00:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T00:10:24.800+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marvin Sapp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Pastor Marvin Sapp loses his wife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TIloJhVt3oI/AAAAAAAACyg/DDAVwRjBhOQ/s1600/marvin-sapp-and-wife.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TIloJhVt3oI/AAAAAAAACyg/DDAVwRjBhOQ/s320/marvin-sapp-and-wife.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm a big Marvin Sapp fan, it's as if he writes his music just for me. However, it was sad to hear that Pastor Marvin Sapp lost his wife Malinda to cancer today (09/09/10). My heart goes out to Pastor Marvin and his family. I can't imagine what they must be going through right now because l have never lost someone so close to me. Pastor Marvin and his wife Malinda were married for 15 years and they had known each other since grade school. This is truly sad. Please don't forget the Sapp family in your prayers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't know how someone can move on from such a tragedy but l believe with God everything is possible.&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/5117004886824704939-7050067692177431572?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/7050067692177431572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/pastor-marvin-sapp-loses-his-wife.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7050067692177431572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7050067692177431572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/pastor-marvin-sapp-loses-his-wife.html' title='Pastor Marvin Sapp loses his wife'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TIloJhVt3oI/AAAAAAAACyg/DDAVwRjBhOQ/s72-c/marvin-sapp-and-wife.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-1657079552577193493</id><published>2010-09-06T07:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T07:59:03.255+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Let go &amp; Let God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;This morning l woke up early than usual considering today is my first day of my second year&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;in college. I thought l was going to wake up in a funk mood but God had other plans for me. All l could think about is how God has blessed me over the years. I wouldn't be where l am without him. He has had my back through it all. When l think about what God has done&amp;nbsp; for me and my family and what he is doing for me now makes me want to cry. I have disappointed him along the way but he has never left me. He always has his hands on me. So this morning l feel like sharing this message with you all so here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Beloved, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Remember God is on your side. Let Go &amp;amp; Let God do the  rest, for the battle is not yours but God's. He has his hands on you.  Even though you feel like you are alone, you're not because God is there  holding you. He never left you &amp;amp; he would never leave you even when you  left him or if you leave him. No matter what you have done God will  forgive you even though he might be disappointed in you. God's love is  unconditional. He is there through it all. So I pray to God that you  stop worrying about whatever it is that is bothering you because God has  got this on the palm of his hands. Sometimes when we are going through something terrible we forget to appreciate the good around us. When you stop worrying about whatever it is that's when you start to see things happening for you because the battle is not yours but God's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;James 1:12 Blessed is the man who perseveres under trial, because when  he has stood the test, he will receive the crown of life that God has  promised to those who love him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Let Go &amp;amp; Let God&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;God bless you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yolanda &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/5117004886824704939-1657079552577193493?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/1657079552577193493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-go-let-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1657079552577193493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1657079552577193493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/let-go-let-god.html' title='Let go &amp; Let God'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-3837065019882378256</id><published>2010-09-05T23:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:50:14.057+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>school tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;My second year of College starts tomorrow and boy l'm shitting my pants. I don't wanna go. I'm sitting here trying to convince myself everything is going to be okay l'm not sure it is.To make it worse my bestie has left, how the heck l'm l suppose to face that hell hole without her. I'm not ready to be mentally exhausted and always worrying about some damn assignment l have to do. I'm not ready. Can't l just have another week to prepare myself mentally. To show you l'm not ready to go back l didn't go for school supply shopping not that l have to since my college gives you almost everything on your first day. Last year traumatised me. I have to keep reminding myself that this is important for my future. Really????? How do people without an education survive. I wish it was easy for me to drop out because believe me tomorrow l would have been staying in my bed. I just need to believe that l can do this. Anyways let me try and get some sleep so l'm fresh for tomorrow.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Goodnite &amp;amp; God bless you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yollie &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/5117004886824704939-3837065019882378256?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/3837065019882378256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3837065019882378256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3837065019882378256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-tomorrow.html' title='school tomorrow'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-2151256212800743366</id><published>2010-09-05T23:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T23:39:33.625+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasia'/><title type='text'>Back to me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TIQZ6LNNPEI/AAAAAAAACyY/xUNuStdwrzQ/s1600/fantasia-back-to-me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TIQZ6LNNPEI/AAAAAAAACyY/xUNuStdwrzQ/s320/fantasia-back-to-me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I couldn't wait for this album to come out. I had high hopes for this album. I have always been a Fantasia fan but l do have to say this album is not doing it for me. Only 2 songs are beyond amazing on this album. I'm l the only one that feels this way. However, l still love Fantasia and l hope she comes out with a better album next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yollie&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/5117004886824704939-2151256212800743366?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/2151256212800743366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2151256212800743366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2151256212800743366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-me.html' title='Back to me!!!'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TIQZ6LNNPEI/AAAAAAAACyY/xUNuStdwrzQ/s72-c/fantasia-back-to-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-5528646624558055020</id><published>2010-09-02T11:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:19:48.410+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T.I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny'/><title type='text'>T.I and Tiny get arrested</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TH94sKEgg0I/AAAAAAAACyQ/LV-MLLCIzQQ/s1600/ti-tiny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TH94sKEgg0I/AAAAAAAACyQ/LV-MLLCIzQQ/s320/ti-tiny.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Can you believe Tiny and her man got arrested??? According to TMZ the golden couple got arrested early this morning for alleged posession of a controlled substance. To make it worse T.I is still on probation after a 7 month jail term. I'm really disappointed in him. Especially Tiny what kind of example is she setting for the OMG girls. However, who l'm l to judge right but l just thought the couple had learnt from their past mistakes. I wish them both the best. T.I l pray you don't go back to jail.&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/5117004886824704939-5528646624558055020?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/5528646624558055020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/ti-and-tiny-get-arrested.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5528646624558055020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5528646624558055020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/ti-and-tiny-get-arrested.html' title='T.I and Tiny get arrested'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TH94sKEgg0I/AAAAAAAACyQ/LV-MLLCIzQQ/s72-c/ti-tiny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-3726293053558690527</id><published>2010-09-02T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:10:54.116+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mary J Blige'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Mary J Blige is coming to the UK!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TH92BMmaJVI/AAAAAAAACyI/NGjxF_oKMh0/s1600/mary-j-blige-stronger1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TH92BMmaJVI/AAAAAAAACyI/NGjxF_oKMh0/s320/mary-j-blige-stronger1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This morning Mary J Blige made my day. I woke up to an email informing me that Mary is coming to the UK in November. I'm a big Mary fan&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;so this made my day. It made me feel better about going to school because I'm going to work my ass off and get a good reward in the end. She is coming to Birmingham on the 1st of November. I can't wait to purchase my tickets when I get paid.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This year keeps getting better first the Alicia Keys concert and now l will be going to Mary's concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Yolanda&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/5117004886824704939-3726293053558690527?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/3726293053558690527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/mary-j-blige-is-coming-to-uk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3726293053558690527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3726293053558690527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/mary-j-blige-is-coming-to-uk.html' title='Mary J Blige is coming to the UK!!!!'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TH92BMmaJVI/AAAAAAAACyI/NGjxF_oKMh0/s72-c/mary-j-blige-stronger1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-8318026474028981084</id><published>2010-09-02T00:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T00:16:50.933+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='september'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><title type='text'>September</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can you believe we are in September already??? This year is going by really fast, soon it's going to be Christmas. wooooop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On Monday I go back to school. Just the thought of going back to school makes me feel sick. I hate hate hate hate hate hate hate school right now. Second year of college better go by really fast. Even though I hate school with a passion I know it's going to be my meal ticket in 6 years time so l'm not going to quit just yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This month I intend to update my blog more often than I already do. I'm planning on hitting the gym about 3 times a week and joining Body pump fitness class. I will let you know how thats going. This school year is going to be different because I plan on taking it more seriously than I did before.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I hope you all have a fabulous month.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-8318026474028981084?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/8318026474028981084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/september.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8318026474028981084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8318026474028981084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/09/september.html' title='September'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-5334530750660245297</id><published>2010-08-30T23:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:36:54.522+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='R Kelly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>R Kelly is back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwti3wrjKI/AAAAAAAACxY/BRIDOgTerPs/s1600/r-kelly-20050221-26761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwti3wrjKI/AAAAAAAACxY/BRIDOgTerPs/s320/r-kelly-20050221-26761.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have you heard R Kelly's new song When a woman loves??? When I heard it I felt as if I was back in the 90s when people used to make real music. Remember the old R Kelly's music??? Bump &amp;amp; grind and the list goes on. Well if this song represents the other songs on the album R Kelly can expect me to buy at least 2 copies and his concert tickets. Finally someone has decided to stick to their own style.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bt5z5xm5m70?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB"&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/bt5z5xm5m70?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_GB" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-5334530750660245297?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/5334530750660245297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/r-kelly-is-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5334530750660245297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5334530750660245297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/r-kelly-is-back.html' title='R Kelly is back'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwti3wrjKI/AAAAAAAACxY/BRIDOgTerPs/s72-c/r-kelly-20050221-26761.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-4760297282974211359</id><published>2010-08-30T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:13:59.790+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emmys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fashion'/><title type='text'>Emmys 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Before I start dishing out the Awful truth about the dresses won to the Emmys, I just want to remind you that this blog is not a Fashion blog. Anyways here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwj-49Zt-I/AAAAAAAACwA/ThYagxu48AM/s1600/1771352870_13704634839.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwj-49Zt-I/AAAAAAAACwA/ThYagxu48AM/s320/1771352870_13704634839.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim Kim Kim what can I say about your dress. I like the top part of the dress but I don't like the rest of the dress, if that makes sense to you. I love the hair though if it's any consolation to Kim's fans. I'm not sure about the accessories either, I personally think Kim can do better. Next time Kim should just stick to what she knows, long dresses are not for her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On to the next one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwk95mSliI/AAAAAAAACwI/Gq7z0qB2Faw/s1600/1305309785_4960863876.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwk95mSliI/AAAAAAAACwI/Gq7z0qB2Faw/s320/1305309785_4960863876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Kate Gosselin, l'm sorry but I don't like this dress. I know she was trying to go for the mummy look but this dress is not doing her any justice. She should fire her stylist. The hair is okayish but it's not doing it for me. Whoever, helped dress Kate should get fired or not get paid just to be nice. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwmbQWHMGI/AAAAAAAACwQ/dsKdvY--So0/s1600/1306788708_5698431190.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwmbQWHMGI/AAAAAAAACwQ/dsKdvY--So0/s320/1306788708_5698431190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lauren Graham, Lauren. What the hell were you thinking???? Even my 70 year old grandmother would not even think twice about being seen in that dress. Damn girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwnJGu-dCI/AAAAAAAACwY/vka_hLpUYW8/s1600/1309522016_3542002120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwnJGu-dCI/AAAAAAAACwY/vka_hLpUYW8/s320/1309522016_3542002120.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kyra sweetie didn't you get the memo that it's summer &amp;amp; not winter??? I love the colour though. The dress reminds me of the blanket l wrap myself with when watching tv in winter. That purse could be mistaken for a bowl of soup. Ok that was mean but l'm not digging this look at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwoLN7JoPI/AAAAAAAACwg/StbsJUXcPt8/s1600/1409957064_8704126262.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwoLN7JoPI/AAAAAAAACwg/StbsJUXcPt8/s320/1409957064_8704126262.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jewel, Jewel in a weird way I like this dress. It's not too bad but it's not something you will ever see me wearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwonk22ckI/AAAAAAAACwo/Bdkf04ikQts/s1600/1720745934_12373203787.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwonk22ckI/AAAAAAAACwo/Bdkf04ikQts/s320/1720745934_12373203787.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jennifer Carpenter: The dress is real sexy and she looks glam in it. I love love love it. Now l can even see myself wearing it. I'm in love with it. She looks incredible in this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwpA_F3J8I/AAAAAAAACww/DQ2-x9FLxb8/s1600/1583577863_6719121752.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwpA_F3J8I/AAAAAAAACww/DQ2-x9FLxb8/s320/1583577863_6719121752.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Heidi is my kind of girl. She decided to go for the short dress while everyone was wearing long dresses. I'm like that too. You wouldn't think she has had 3 kids. She looks amazing in this dress. Kim Kardashian should take note of this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwpeBzsCmI/AAAAAAAACw4/c4lCE3aVmis/s1600/2142775620_8980527835.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwpeBzsCmI/AAAAAAAACw4/c4lCE3aVmis/s320/2142775620_8980527835.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tina: I love her dress. I think it's appropriate for a woman her age. She has got the whole mommy thing going. Kate Gosselin should take notes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwp8k5uZEI/AAAAAAAACxA/jeG_Mx2D4bY/s1600/2193501783_7640473990.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwp8k5uZEI/AAAAAAAACxA/jeG_Mx2D4bY/s320/2193501783_7640473990.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lea Michele: When I first saw Lea in this dress I wasn't sure about it but now I think I love it. She looks incredible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwqKqwtl7I/AAAAAAAACxI/rDacr4L5eeU/s1600/2001982764_3638370010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwqKqwtl7I/AAAAAAAACxI/rDacr4L5eeU/s320/2001982764_3638370010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Mariska Hargitay looks sophisticated in this dress. It looks great on her. I wanna know who her stylist is so l can hire her.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwsk43KXfI/AAAAAAAACxQ/-3o7oA8npRs/s1600/kim-kardashian-2010-emmys-red-carpet-19-492x706.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwsk43KXfI/AAAAAAAACxQ/-3o7oA8npRs/s320/kim-kardashian-2010-emmys-red-carpet-19-492x706.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;I couldn't find a picture of Eva Longoria on her own, so this one will have to do. I love love love her dress. It's different from what she has won to the Emmys in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Anywayys this is my opinion on a few people at the Emmys. What do you think??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Arial','sans-serif'; font-size: 10pt;"&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/5117004886824704939-4760297282974211359?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/4760297282974211359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/emmys-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4760297282974211359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4760297282974211359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/emmys-2010.html' title='Emmys 2010'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THwj-49Zt-I/AAAAAAAACwA/ThYagxu48AM/s72-c/1771352870_13704634839.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-1167013391066824243</id><published>2010-08-26T04:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T04:28:31.820+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Aaliyah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Aaliyah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THXa4n0D7mI/AAAAAAAACvw/7q79E7YCaEg/s1600/aaliyah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THXa4n0D7mI/AAAAAAAACvw/7q79E7YCaEg/s320/aaliyah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9 years ago today we lost Aaliyah the princess of R'n'B. Aaliyah was an amazing talented person. I wish l knew her in person. I only knew Aaliyah the artist. It's sad that she died before l got the chance to watch her perform live in concert. She is gone but not forgotten. Her music will live on forever. Her music is the true meaning of rnb. Her music never gets old to me. Sometimes I wonder what kind of music would she be making if she was still alive? No one can replace Aaliyah or even come close to the artist she was, she was one of a kind. I hope she is happy where ever she is. I also hope she knows that she is truly missed by her fans especially ME. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Rest In Peace Aaliyah, you are gone but not forgotten. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-1167013391066824243?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/1167013391066824243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/aaliyah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1167013391066824243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/1167013391066824243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/aaliyah.html' title='Aaliyah'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THXa4n0D7mI/AAAAAAAACvw/7q79E7YCaEg/s72-c/aaliyah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-4855016199727803891</id><published>2010-08-25T04:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T04:16:29.151+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ori'/><title type='text'>Ori's birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THSIjx_MsEI/AAAAAAAACvo/OPwpfmAQdQg/s320/S8302125.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Me , Ori, Mum on my birthday last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is my baby brother Ori's 4th birthday. The picture above was taken last year on my birthday. A couple of weeks after my birthday I flew to Texas for my brother's graduation so l got to celebrate my birthday again with my whole family. It was nice because that was the birthday l remember celebrating with my dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyways enough of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is my baby brother's birthday. I can't believe he is 4 already. I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday. Today when I phoned him to say Happy Birthday we actually had a good conversation. He is growing really fast. This is the first birthday I haven't been there to celebrate with him. I miss him like crazy. He told me that he got a big chocolate cake and when I asked him to save me a piece he said come and get it. lol&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well Happy Birthday Ori, big sis loves u.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-4855016199727803891?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/4855016199727803891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/oris-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4855016199727803891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4855016199727803891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/oris-birthday.html' title='Ori&apos;s birthday'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THSIjx_MsEI/AAAAAAAACvo/OPwpfmAQdQg/s72-c/S8302125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-7663763573047205161</id><published>2010-08-25T04:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T04:03:05.936+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby wakes up from the dead</title><content type='html'>Last week a baby in Mexico woke up from the dead. The baby was born  premature, soon after it's birth it was pronounced dead by a doctor. At  the baby's wake the parents head a strange noise coming from the  coffin.When they opened it they found the baby crying. The baby is now  in a stable condition at a different hospital. &lt;br /&gt;The doctor is being investigated for negligence. Really!!!! This is an  act of God. The baby was obviously dead and a miracle happened. It just  shows that God is real. I'm really happy for the family of this baby  because they have been given a second chance many never get to have. God  is good &amp;amp; we should give him thanks.&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://localhost:51206/9572984c658e20cf64b03cd26109f21d/image/5384a99c28790f1b.jpg?size=320" style="clear: both; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-7663763573047205161?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/7663763573047205161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-wakes-up-from-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7663763573047205161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7663763573047205161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/baby-wakes-up-from-dead.html' title='Baby wakes up from the dead'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-4229979688886419861</id><published>2010-08-22T02:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T02:40:17.188+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My life has been less hectic since I'm on holiday but that does not mean it's been boring either. I'm just hesitating going back to school. In a couple of weeks we will be back to school. I can't believe I will be starting my second year in college, time goes by really first. I'm glad to have finished my first year. It wasn't easy but by the grace of God I made it. Results day was this last Thursday and I was happy with what I achieved. Now I'm looking forward to getting even better grades. I know God hasn't brought me this far just to leave me. I have come way too far to just give it all up now. No matter how hard it's going to get I have to keep pushing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Enough school talk. Last weekend, I got the chance to visit London again. I love London and l think&amp;nbsp; when I graduate from University I would move there. It's all in God's hands at the end of the day. I went there to visit friends. I was happy to see one of my friends CJ from Texas. This summer I didn't go to Texas so l felt so much better after seeing her again. I look up to CJ so much, out of all my friends she really gets my family situation. She is like a big sister to me and I pray she will always be in my life. My London trip was so refreshing, it helped me put a lot of things into perspective and my relationships with certain individuals changed for the better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So enough of my boring life. I hope you are having a fabulous summer. Can you believe summer is almost over??? lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-4229979688886419861?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/4229979688886419861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/random.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4229979688886419861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4229979688886419861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-7758706141335770947</id><published>2010-08-12T05:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T05:56:40.103+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Montana Fishburne'/><title type='text'>Montana Fishburne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TGN58DjzAqI/AAAAAAAACvY/g6ArUZ17Om0/s1600/smh-montana-fishburne1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TGN58DjzAqI/AAAAAAAACvY/g6ArUZ17Om0/s320/smh-montana-fishburne1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Montana Fishburne aka Chippy D. Before I even start, Chippy D really Montana?????? Come on she could have used a better name than that, after all she wants people to buy her sex tape. The name itself is a total turn off. So this girl wanted to be a porn star since she was 16. What's the big deal????? The big deal is her father is an A list actor in hollywood who goes by the name Laurence Fishburne. The man has worked so hard to be where he is only for his 19 year old daughter to ruin this. Tell me what hollywood director would want to hire a man who's daughter is a porn star???? I would still hire him because it's none of my damn business, however that's not how the film industry work. Reputation is everything. Everyone is wondering what really happened to make this girl turn out like this??? I have the answer for you NOTHING HAPPENED. The choices we make in life have nothing to do with how we are raised, we decide who we want to become. It's good that this girl found something she is really passionate about but does she have to ruin someone's life in the process. Couldn't she just wait until her DADDY had retired or died??? However, who l'm I to judge this girl??? She is obviously proud of her work. However, I wonder if deep down she is starting to regret it. Hmmmmmm this is very interesting. She was inspired by Kim Kardashian and Kendra Wilkinison's sex tapes. This is a bad move. Why??? That's because these two ladies did not want those tapes to come out. It's something they did when they were too young and now they regret it.&amp;nbsp; She can learn from their mistakes not follow in their footsteps.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Montana has got to do what Montana has got to do. So if being a pornstar makes her happy go for it people will always talk but who gives a damn. Those people who are talking are not perfect either. I just hope it doesn't ruin her life forever, after all we only live once. Don't get me twisted l'm not saying becoming a pornstar is a good thing, what l'm saying is you gotta do what makes you happy. While making the choices we make in life we also need to keep in mind that they might be concequences to some of our bad actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; The sex tape comes out Tuesday, who is going to watch definately not me?? I'm not interested. I hope you all don't press play for the sake of the girl's future and her father. She is still young and immature and not thinking about what this might do to her future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-7758706141335770947?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/7758706141335770947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/montana-fishburne.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7758706141335770947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7758706141335770947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/montana-fishburne.html' title='Montana Fishburne'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TGN58DjzAqI/AAAAAAAACvY/g6ArUZ17Om0/s72-c/smh-montana-fishburne1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-96278836742778653</id><published>2010-08-12T05:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T05:32:13.742+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fantasia'/><title type='text'>Fantasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TGN2qR-laZI/AAAAAAAACvQ/xRIfRf1NRrY/s1600/fantasia1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TGN2qR-laZI/AAAAAAAACvQ/xRIfRf1NRrY/s320/fantasia1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know l'm a lil late on this one but my internet has been down and I just had to give my opinion on this Fantasia story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I Iove Fantasia, her music is great and I admire everything she has accomplished so far. Some of you might already know about the story of her being a home wrecker blah blah blah. I'm sorry but I don't believe it. I don't think Fantasia is the kind of person that would delibarately go after a married man. I believe she was misled by this guy. After all this could be a scheme for this couple to make money off Fantasia. At the end of the day we all will never know what exactly went on. As for the suicide attempt, I really feel bad for Fantasia. However, l think she was also very selfish because she didn't think about her daughter and her family. I'm glad she is out of the hospital and doing fine. I pray and hope that she will get through this with dignity and her head held high. If you are one of the people that have decided not to buy Fantasia's upcoming album because of this you should be ashamed of yourself. For some reason this has made me want to go buy the album even more. Don't forget to keep Fantasia in your prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-96278836742778653?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/96278836742778653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/fantasia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/96278836742778653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/96278836742778653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/fantasia.html' title='Fantasia'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TGN2qR-laZI/AAAAAAAACvQ/xRIfRf1NRrY/s72-c/fantasia1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-2205937585199634465</id><published>2010-08-02T03:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T03:58:39.658+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alicia Keys'/><title type='text'>Alicia Keys gets married</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alicia Keys got married this weekend to Swiss Beats. I'm so happy for her. I wish them both the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Below are the pictures of the wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TFYzppxLNkI/AAAAAAAACuI/apHeMMyaYzE/s1600/alicia-keys-as-the-bride.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TFYzppxLNkI/AAAAAAAACuI/apHeMMyaYzE/s320/alicia-keys-as-the-bride.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TFYz2NwbmCI/AAAAAAAACuQ/dH-6jX2kpD8/s1600/alicia-keys-at-her-wedding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TFYz2NwbmCI/AAAAAAAACuQ/dH-6jX2kpD8/s320/alicia-keys-at-her-wedding.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TFY0B6357iI/AAAAAAAACuY/EIOx0MIhDt4/s1600/alicia-keys-prince-and-swizz-beatz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TFY0B6357iI/AAAAAAAACuY/EIOx0MIhDt4/s320/alicia-keys-prince-and-swizz-beatz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TFY0Lrnj_II/AAAAAAAACug/ZwBqLcyCgiU/s1600/swizz-beatz-alicia-keys-and-prince-nassir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TFY0Lrnj_II/AAAAAAAACug/ZwBqLcyCgiU/s320/swizz-beatz-alicia-keys-and-prince-nassir.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-2205937585199634465?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/2205937585199634465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/alicia-keys-gets-married.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2205937585199634465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2205937585199634465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/08/alicia-keys-gets-married.html' title='Alicia Keys gets married'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TFYzppxLNkI/AAAAAAAACuI/apHeMMyaYzE/s72-c/alicia-keys-as-the-bride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-4257718540316883558</id><published>2010-07-30T01:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T01:48:44.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Essence Magazine</title><content type='html'>I'm sure by now you have all heard about Essence magazine hiring a white female fashion editor. Why is this such an issue? I know the magazine presents black women, so there is this assumption that they should also have a black editor who understands what black women face everyday. However, does it really matter if we have a white editor? After all females go through the same crap it does not matter the colour of your skin. I look at this in a more positive light because it will help the magazine represent women of all colours. I still can't help but think, does the colour of her skin matter if she is doing her job right? Don't judge someone based on the colour of their skin. I think we should all wait on the next issue of Essence magazine then we can start complaining that this chick does not know what black chicks want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;l would love to hear your opinion on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &lt;br /&gt;Yolanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-4257718540316883558?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/4257718540316883558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/essence-magazine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4257718540316883558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4257718540316883558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/essence-magazine.html' title='Essence Magazine'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-3721518695497143990</id><published>2010-07-24T07:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T07:52:34.936+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gynecologist'/><title type='text'>Gynecologist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TEqLKiCmuoI/AAAAAAAABeI/6mx69HZscnw/s1600/7475,1154374089,2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TEqLKiCmuoI/AAAAAAAABeI/6mx69HZscnw/s320/7475,1154374089,2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;One fact about me is I love watching tv, I don't know what I would do without it. Ok so you are wondering what does this have to do with a Gynecologist?? Well hold your horses I'm getting some where here. The other day I was watching the Wendy Williams Show, I love that show by the way. This doctor came on the show and they were talking about at what age should a female go see a Gynecologist. The doctor said you had to go see a gynecologist as soon as you start your period. This means even a 9 year old can go see a gynecologist. I thought you had to be sexually active for you to&amp;nbsp; go see a gynecologist.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apparently, pelvic exams are rarely required during this first visit, the visit  helps you to establish a relationship with your doctor and to  go over your medical and sexual history (even if you have not had sexual  intercourse.) This is a good time to ask questions about sexually  transmitted diseases and contraceptives. So what if you are not comfortable with your doctor?? You have to go look for another doctor because it's important to have a good relationship with your doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I learnt from this episode so thank you to the Wendy Williams Show. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Have a great weekend yal!!! Don't forget to book that appointment with your gynecologist, it's important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God Bless you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-3721518695497143990?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/3721518695497143990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/gynecologist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3721518695497143990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3721518695497143990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/gynecologist.html' title='Gynecologist'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TEqLKiCmuoI/AAAAAAAABeI/6mx69HZscnw/s72-c/7475,1154374089,2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-4476776155620967270</id><published>2010-07-24T07:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T07:38:04.407+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>The End of the begining</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thursday was the official end of my first year in college. What school year it's been??? I can't believe it's over but at the same time I'm glad it's over. I'm so ready to move on to my second year. I learnt a lot this year. It was a year full of ups and downs. In the end it was more downs than ups. In September l picked business studies, law and psychology. Business studies was not the subject for me. I understood everything that was being taught in that class but for some reason I felt out of place. I wasn't motivated enough to give the subject my all. In the beginning I had a lot of disagreements with my business teacher. I'm not the one to back down from an argument. I felt as if the teacher did everything in his power to pick a fight with me. In the end I just stopped responding then we started working well together. The subject was good for me in the sense of it brought me closer to my dad because he has an MBA in Business so he helped me quite a lot which meant we got closer. So one good thing came out of me studying that stupid subject. Since I have dropped Business Studies for my second year of college it means l have to pick another one and stay an extra year. At first I wasn't happy about it but oh well that's the way life goes. We make choices and we have to deal with the outcome of our choices.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This year I also realised I loved studying law. It's such a great subject to study but it means no social life. Now that I'm on my summer holiday I'm making the most of it because second year of college is going to be hell.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;OK I'm done boring you all to death with this post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-4476776155620967270?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/4476776155620967270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/end-of-begining.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4476776155620967270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4476776155620967270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/end-of-begining.html' title='The End of the begining'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-3164604218911830880</id><published>2010-07-20T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T01:00:22.834+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12: Someone you hate or has caused you a lot of pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear someone I loathe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Believe me when I say I would like to use the word hate but I won't. Hate is too much of a big word. What can I say about you???? I wish you all the best in life and God bless you. I forgive you, yes l forgive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-3164604218911830880?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/3164604218911830880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-12-someone-you-hate-or-has-caused.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3164604218911830880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3164604218911830880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-12-someone-you-hate-or-has-caused.html' title='Day 12: Someone you hate or has caused you a lot of pain'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-5957598685085374846</id><published>2010-07-20T00:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T00:20:06.321+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 11: A deceased person you wish you could talk to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Barbra&lt;br /&gt;I know you have been gone for about 10 years but I still miss you. I wish you where still here. I wonder where you are?? Are you happy?? Do you miss us?? I wonder what our relationship would be like if you were still alive. I can't wait to see you again. When l was young l wanted to be just like you. You were the coolest Aunt in the world and you still are. I love you and l miss you very much. Gone but not forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Yollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-5957598685085374846?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/5957598685085374846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-11-deceased-person-you-wish-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5957598685085374846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5957598685085374846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-11-deceased-person-you-wish-you.html' title='Day 11: A deceased person you wish you could talk to'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-4553428905512199581</id><published>2010-07-12T20:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T20:05:12.100+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 10: Someone you don't talk to as much</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear, Someone I don't talk to as much,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't know why we don't talk as much as we used to. I don't remember there ever being nasty arguments. We used to talk everyday. Even though we don't talk as much as we used to I still see you as my big sis. I'm excited about the fact that you are about to become a mum. In a way l'm going to be an aunt. To make it even better you are moving back to Birmingham. I'm looking forward to us moving forward with our lives. I'm happy that you are back in my life again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love Auntie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-4553428905512199581?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/4553428905512199581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-10-someone-you-dont-talk-to-as-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4553428905512199581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4553428905512199581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-10-someone-you-dont-talk-to-as-much.html' title='Day 10: Someone you don&apos;t talk to as much'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-4595248844880514847</id><published>2010-07-12T19:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:57:59.813+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 9: Someone you wish you could meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't have just one person I would like to meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear People I would like to meet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would love to meet Mary J Blige one day, I have already met Alicia Keys now I really wanna meet Mary. Her music is incredible. Whatever, mood l'm in there is always a song of hers I can listen to and relate. My favourite album of hers is The Breakthrough. The Breakthrough was the album that made me a massive Mary Fan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other people I would love to meet are my internet friends. Only 3 of them, because they are all different and I think they would be kool people to have in my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok thats it from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-4595248844880514847?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/4595248844880514847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-9-someone-you-wish-you-could-meet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4595248844880514847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/4595248844880514847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-9-someone-you-wish-you-could-meet.html' title='Day 9: Someone you wish you could meet'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-6247284118271058857</id><published>2010-07-12T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:07:34.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell you something</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have been listening to tell you something by Alicia Keys, and today for the first time the lyrics actually meant something to me. So I thought l should share them with you all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Guess i'm caught up everyday&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to keep it all together&lt;br /&gt;While the time just slips away&lt;br /&gt;See I know nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there was no tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that I couldn't see your face&lt;br /&gt;There'd be no limit to my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;So all I can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you something&lt;br /&gt;Give you something&lt;br /&gt;Show you in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it would all mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I don't say something&lt;br /&gt;Before it all goes away&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna wait to bring you flowers&lt;br /&gt;Waste another hour&lt;br /&gt;Let alone another day&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you something&lt;br /&gt;Show you something&lt;br /&gt;Won't wait til it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait, I can't wait, I won't wait, I don't wanna wait&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait, I can't wait, I won't wait, I don't wanna wait&lt;br /&gt;I won't wait til it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple conversation (..sation)&lt;br /&gt;Just a moment is all it takes (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be there just to listen&lt;br /&gt;(i wanna be here)&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna hesitate (oh no)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine there was no tomorrow (imagine)&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that I couldn't see your face (your face)&lt;br /&gt;There'd be no limit to my sorrow (oh no)&lt;br /&gt;Cuz there is nothing that can fill this space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna put it off for too long&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say all that I had to say&lt;br /&gt;I wanna take the time to right the wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Before we get to the play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you something&lt;br /&gt;Give you something&lt;br /&gt;Show you in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;[ Tell You Something lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it would all mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I don't say something&lt;br /&gt;Before it all goes away&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna wait to bring you flowers&lt;br /&gt;Waste another hour&lt;br /&gt;Let alone another day&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you something&lt;br /&gt;Show you something&lt;br /&gt;Won't wait til it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just lean on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;It's not over til it's over&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry boy&lt;br /&gt;Cuz i'm gonna make sure&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna get stronger yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna wait until the storm&lt;br /&gt;There's something wrong&lt;br /&gt;And now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;And I can't find ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell you something&lt;br /&gt;Give you something&lt;br /&gt;Show you in so many ways&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it would all mean nothing&lt;br /&gt;If I don't say something&lt;br /&gt;Before it all goes away&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna wait to bring you flowers&lt;br /&gt;Waste another hour&lt;br /&gt;Let alone another day&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna tell you something&lt;br /&gt;Show you something&lt;br /&gt;Won't wait til it's too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait, I can't wait, I won't wait, I don't wanna wait&lt;br /&gt;(i won't wait til it's too late)&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait, I can't wait, I won't wait, I don't wanna wait&lt;br /&gt;(no.. won't wait, no no)&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait, I can't wait, I won't wait, I don't wanna wait&lt;br /&gt;(i won't late til it's too late)&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait, I can't wait, I won't wait, I don't wanna wait&lt;br /&gt;No no no no no&lt;br /&gt;No no&lt;br /&gt;(i can't wait, I won't wait)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-6247284118271058857?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/6247284118271058857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/tell-you-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/6247284118271058857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/6247284118271058857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/tell-you-something.html' title='Tell you something'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-8496548944993671203</id><published>2010-07-09T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T00:13:39.301+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 8: Dear favourite internet friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is my 100th post since I started this blog. Today is day 8 and this letter is to my favourite internet friend. I have got about 3 favourite internet friends, however I decided to write about just one of them. However, I hope she don't think I wrote this because she wrote about me. Nope I made that decision this afternoon. So here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear &lt;a href="http://ratedravyn.blogspot.com/"&gt;RavynRae&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I remember when I first started following your blog. I thought it was very stylish and I still do. I don't comment much on your blog posts but that does not mean I'm not reading any of your posts. I love your blog. I also follow you on twitter and I love your tweets. Judging from all your posts and tweets I respect your opinions and views on life. I get excited when you ask me what time it is in England you should do that more often.lol&amp;nbsp; I hope to meet you one day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well I will leave this letter here. I'm not really good with words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-8496548944993671203?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/8496548944993671203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-8-dear-favourite-internet-friend.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8496548944993671203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8496548944993671203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-8-dear-favourite-internet-friend.html' title='Day 8: Dear favourite internet friend'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-3940494550947196519</id><published>2010-07-08T00:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T00:42:15.933+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 7: Dear ex</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;hmmm today is the letter to the ex. I think this is the most interesting one so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can l say I'm so glad you out of my life. I thank the Lord for that. bwahhahahahahaha(evil laugh)&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I have learnt that you can not go around hating others who have wronged you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;I pray a  flowerpot falls from a window sill and knocks you in the head like I'd like to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My mama didn't name me needy or desperate l am to be cherished, relished, valued, honored. It's not my job to convince him, or convict him of that. My mate will already know it and consistently show it. And he'll stay on his knees daily, not just to adore me, but to praise the Lord for the virtue woman he's found. You were nothing like that. A woman should never tell a man what she wants in a relationship. You should shut up and let the man reveal who he really is,and then decide if that's something in which you want to partake. You revealed your true self and that was not for me.&lt;br /&gt;My apologies for sending mixed signals. I've just realised my worth. My mind's been renewed. My vision's no longer distorted. My hearing's become more in tune. And what I've come to recognise is we share separate points of view. You think you are owed. I know you must earn. I was bought with a price. By God. Not by you.&lt;br /&gt;So now you wanna roll out the red carpet and treat me like a woman of virtue!!! It's too late. You should have thought of that sooner. You took advantage of my ignorance. I hope you're not offended. But more than that, I hope you know what to do. Start with respecting your own body. Know there's a crown also waiting for you. That there's rarity in men who know they're deserving of a whole woman. Not just one part or two. Then maybe you'll start holding out and saying "I'm sorry young lady, but this doesn't belong to you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yollie&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/5117004886824704939-3940494550947196519?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/3940494550947196519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-7-dear-ex.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3940494550947196519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3940494550947196519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-7-dear-ex.html' title='Day 7: Dear ex'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-7197393697457274727</id><published>2010-07-06T01:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T01:21:36.210+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 5: Dear Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is day 5 of the 30 day letter challenge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear My Dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I dream about is being successful in life and being happy. I have a lot of things l want to achieve before my time is up here on earth. It's not easy for me but l'm not going to give up. God didn't bring me this far just to leave me. My goals change every time but one day l will actually get to that place l want to be. I find it hard to share my dreams with other people because l'm afraid of being judged or something. I don't care what others think but l can't stand the thought of someone even saying anything crazy about what l dream of becoming. l don't have much to say on this one, so l'm just going to finish this letter here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-7197393697457274727?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/7197393697457274727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-5-dear-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7197393697457274727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7197393697457274727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-5-dear-dreams.html' title='Day 5: Dear Dreams'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-8065723881083697514</id><published>2010-07-05T03:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T03:07:58.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Just wondering</title><content type='html'>I'm just sitting here and thinking about fathers that have the courage to walk out on their kids. I never get how someone can do that, completely walk out on their kids. If it's not working with the mother of the children it's fine you can leave her but not walk away from your kids. It really pains me how many people out there don't even know their father. I have never lived with my father until 2006 when l started living with him every summer. He didn't walk out of my life completely, he would phone me once in a while and we would talk about school and hang up. I wasn't used to him and l was scared of him. It never bothered me that l didn't receive a birthday card or Christmas present because you can never miss what you never had. In my situation l would say it's kind of difficult to have a relationship with someone on the other side of the world. My dad was lucky that my mother never said anything bad about him to us. I was always curious about what my dad was like. When l first went to visit him it was hella weird l tell you. I wasn't used to having a dad around but at the same time I was thankful for the opportunity to have my dad for that time.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine what it must be like for those people that don't even know who their father is. Do they even wanna know who he is???? Would they welcome him in their lives if he was to come back???? I'm just wondering about these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-8065723881083697514?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/8065723881083697514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-wondering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8065723881083697514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8065723881083697514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-wondering.html' title='Just wondering'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-9209202632998781811</id><published>2010-07-05T00:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:54:05.089+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 4: Dear sibling</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wasn't sure which sibling to write this letter to since they all kinda piss me off. So l decided to write this to my baby brother who is only 4 years old. I won't be posting any pictures for safety reasons for each and every letter l'm going to write.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear baby brother&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I still remember the day you were born like it was yesterday. I know we only get to see each other during the summer holidays, which means you kind of forget who I am. I know that this time when you see me you won't forget me because you have grown so much since last summer. I promise to be a better sister to you. It scares the hell out of me that we may not have the opportunity to have a relationship. I hope one day you will know how much I love you. I will do anything for you. For someone thats about to turn 4 you are too smart for your age. I bet you are going to be the smartest kid in your class. It amazes me tha at 2 and half you knew how to get on google. Thats pretty impressive. I can't imagine what you can do now. One of my favourite memories of you is when Caillou would come on Sprout cartoon network and you would grab me to go watch it with you. I could go on all day talking about you. So I will live it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I pray that you will grow up loving God and not afraid to go after what you want. I want you to know that I will always be here even though distance and time separates us. You are all the way in Texas and l'm here in England but you are not far away in my heart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I love you and God bless you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yolanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;xxx&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-9209202632998781811?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/9209202632998781811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-4-dear-sibling.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/9209202632998781811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/9209202632998781811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-4-dear-sibling.html' title='Day 4: Dear sibling'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-7705501897929915341</id><published>2010-07-02T20:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:56:37.868+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><title type='text'>Day 2: Dear crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Today is letter number 2 to dear crush. hmmmmm l wouldn't really call it a crush but l will have a go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Crush,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes l wonder if you know l exist, I mean you know that l exist but l wonder if you ever think of me in that way. We have been friends for a while now. No matter how hard l try l still can't get you out of my head. Now that you live where you live l still can't help but wonder what the future holds for us (if we even have a future). The only question l have is do you feel the same way. Now this sounds like l'm in love with you but the truth is l'm not. I just have this big big big big crush on you. Even when l talk to you over the phone l can't help but melt and wish you were here with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ok l'm done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-7705501897929915341?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/7705501897929915341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-2-dear-crush.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7705501897929915341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7705501897929915341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-2-dear-crush.html' title='Day 2: Dear crush'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-117886250315538011</id><published>2010-07-01T23:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T23:37:21.356+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='30 day challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>Day 1: Dear Bestfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;First of all l want to say Happy July you guys. Today is the first day of the 30 day letter challenge&lt;/span&gt;. This letter l'm about to write sounded so much better in my head &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dear Bestfriend&lt;br /&gt;I do have to say best friend is not the word for you because, you are more like a sister to me. Even though sometimes I feel like killing you l still love your stubborn ass. You are the best. You are always there when l need you even at 4 in the morning. Over the years we have been through a lot and yet we still are still going strong. I know my family didn't like you at first but they got used to having you around so they had to accept you because deep down they knew you were not going any where.&lt;br /&gt;I know l can count on you to put me in my place even when l don't want to be put in my place. When we have fun we have fun but when it's time to get serious we get serious and l love us for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;Yollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-117886250315538011?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/117886250315538011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-1-dear-bestfriend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/117886250315538011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/117886250315538011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/07/day-1-dear-bestfriend.html' title='Day 1: Dear Bestfriend'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-2248275168586136666</id><published>2010-06-30T20:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T20:50:46.397+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keyshia Cole'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Move over Keyshia there is a new girl in town</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TCuf1Th2CaI/AAAAAAAABdw/QxuMMF9dy0Y/s1600/Elite.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TCuf1Th2CaI/AAAAAAAABdw/QxuMMF9dy0Y/s320/Elite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Yal know if I'm going to post something about someone famous is going to come from a reliable source. So here we go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keyshia Cole's little sister Elite Noel is about to release her first single Love cruise July 12th. I'm so happy for her. I love that the whole family has made the most of their fame. First Neffe wrote a book then she and Frankie got their own show, now Elite is releasing her own single. I understand that Keyshia has had problems with her family members over their sudden fame. Ain't she suppose to be happy that they don't depend on her anymore. Pride is such a bad thing. Keyshia opened the doors for all of them and l'm glad they have made the most of it. Keyshia opened the doors for them but she can't close it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So watch out for this family they are all going places. While I'm at it l can't wait for Keyshia Cole to release her own music because I'm a fan of hers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Yolanda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-2248275168586136666?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/2248275168586136666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/06/move-over-keyshia-there-is-new-girl-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2248275168586136666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2248275168586136666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/06/move-over-keyshia-there-is-new-girl-in.html' title='Move over Keyshia there is a new girl in town'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/TCuf1Th2CaI/AAAAAAAABdw/QxuMMF9dy0Y/s72-c/Elite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-5884054418304855503</id><published>2010-06-29T23:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T23:08:05.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'>June</title><content type='html'>This month has gone by really slow that it's just so unbelievable. Summer is finally here, for once here in England it's super hot. I think it's all got to do with the global warming. Either way I'm loving it.&lt;br /&gt;If you remember at the beginning at the month l talked about my new healthy regime. I have been exercising 3 times a week. Believe it or not I haven't touched junk foods. It's been hard but I have made it. I'm going to continue exercising but the same can't be said about junk food however, I'm going to cut down. I'm happy I have reached all my goals for this month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to July. I'm going to blog more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chymere from &lt;a href="http://thesweetheartchronicles.blogspot.com/"&gt;The sweetheart chronicles&lt;/a&gt; is doing a 30 day letter challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30 Day Letter Challenge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day  1 — &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Your Best&lt;/span&gt; Friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 —  Your Crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;br /&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest  relative)&lt;br /&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;br /&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;br /&gt;Day 7 — Your  Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite Internet  friend&lt;br /&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 — Someone  you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person  you wish you could talk to&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused  you a lot of pain&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;br /&gt;Day  14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss  the most&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 —  Someone from your childhood&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you  could be&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;br /&gt;Day  20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 — Someone you  judged by their first impression&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a  second chance to&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 — The  person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 — The person you  know that is going through the worst of times&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 — The last  person you made a pinky promise to&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person  you knew for only one day&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;br /&gt;Day  29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;br /&gt;Day  30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So be on the look out for those letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-5884054418304855503?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/5884054418304855503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/06/june.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5884054418304855503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/5884054418304855503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/06/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-8795213439146518649</id><published>2010-06-20T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T19:06:02.481+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Today is Father's day and l would like to wish all the dads out there a happy father's day. However, I would also like to wish all the single mothers a Happy Father's day because they are the mother and the father. It's not easy raising kids by yourself so shout out to all those mothers doing it on their own including mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-8795213439146518649?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/8795213439146518649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8795213439146518649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/8795213439146518649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-3440471576937810339</id><published>2010-06-12T04:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T04:57:23.844+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazyness at it's finest</title><content type='html'>I have changed my blog name to suite what my blog is all about. My blog is about random stuff that's on my mind. With the title Awful truth l felt as if it didn't really represent what my blog was all about. I'm not a writer and I'm no where near becoming a writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will all continue with me on this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-3440471576937810339?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/3440471576937810339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/06/crazyness-at-its-finest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3440471576937810339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3440471576937810339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/06/crazyness-at-its-finest.html' title='Crazyness at it&apos;s finest'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-2545971315616118073</id><published>2010-06-12T04:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T04:53:41.767+01:00</updated><title type='text'>16 &amp; Pregnant</title><content type='html'>I Love watching the show 16 &amp;amp; Pregnant. That show is really sad. I feel sorry for these girls who are getting pregnant at 16. They are all still in high school. The episode l watched today really touched me. This girl is pregnant and her boyfriend says all the nasty things just to bring her down. She keeps taking him back. This is crazy. Is it love that make people do these crazy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt sorry for this girl because she felt as if by having his baby would make everything better. As soon as she gives birth all her baby daddy could think of doing is fixing his car and not care about his new born baby. I pray to God l never have to be in a situation like this. When you look at it from the other side it's easy to say why don't she just leave him. In the end l was happy when she finally decided to cut him out of her life. If l was to find myself in a situation like this where the father was not showing interest in my child l would cut him out. There's a chance that I can take his bull crap but there is no way l would let anyone treat my child like crap. A parent's duty is to protect their child. For me to let the father be involved he has to show that he is interested about my child's well being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wish these girls would stop trying to force relationships with these guys who don't seem interested. It seems as if most girls this season are trying to force relationships with baby daddy's who are clearly not interested. By the end of each episode they all seem to come to their senses but for how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However this is only my opinion on the show. Don't get me twisted l salute those girls for doing it all by themselves at the age of 16.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-2545971315616118073?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/2545971315616118073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/06/16-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2545971315616118073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/2545971315616118073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/06/16-pregnant.html' title='16 &amp; Pregnant'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-3034180460477877212</id><published>2010-06-10T22:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T22:14:24.845+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The journey to healthy</title><content type='html'>Hey guys l know l haven't blogged in a while but that is about to change now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now 10 days into the month of June. This month l decided to make some short-term goals to be completed by the end of the month. Some of the goals l made for this month are: no junk food McDonald's, kfc etc. None of that this month. I have also gone back to the gym. I'm happy to say I'm now in week 2 and it's going great. Last month l did the water challenge for 2 weeks and that went really well except the going to the toilet every 10 mins that was not fun at all. However l expected my skin to become clear but that didn't happen. Even though this is my second week back at the gym I'm already addicted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not eating junk food is hard but I'm determined to make it.&lt;br /&gt;Exams are now over. hooooray. This school year is almost over too but that deserves another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yollie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5117004886824704939-3034180460477877212?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/3034180460477877212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/06/journey-to-healthy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3034180460477877212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/3034180460477877212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/06/journey-to-healthy.html' title='The journey to healthy'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5117004886824704939.post-7102412605011144201</id><published>2010-05-23T18:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T18:56:34.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alicia Keys concert</title><content type='html'>Wednesday 19th May 2010 had to be the best day of my life. I'm a big fan of Alicia Keys and a couple of months ago when l tried to buy tickets to her concert it turned out they were sold out. I sulked for a couple of days. On Tuesday l tried again because they usually release&amp;nbsp; tickets the day before the concert. By the grace of God l managed to purchase my ticket to the show. I couldn't believe, l was so excited. To make it even better l found out Melanie Fiona was supporting Alicia Keys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night before l couldn't sleep l was just too excited. The concert was amazing. I was screaming like a crazy &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% yellow;"&gt;mofo&lt;/span&gt;. Melanie Fiona opened the show and she was amazing. Not many artists are good live in concert but she was amazing.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Alicia Keys came on stage l felt as if l was going to faint. She played all my favourite songs. Her first album was the first l ever bought for my CD collection and he concert was the first l have been to. It was the best experience ever and l will never forget. I took some pictures and l would love to share it with you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/S_lq-SGwskI/AAAAAAAABAg/i08HmZT9TsE/s1600/S8303238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/S_lq-SGwskI/AAAAAAAABAg/i08HmZT9TsE/s320/S8303238.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Alicia Keys&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/S_lrG8Q6xsI/AAAAAAAABAo/iK4t8GZ7HK0/s1600/S8303209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/S_lrG8Q6xsI/AAAAAAAABAo/iK4t8GZ7HK0/s320/S8303209.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;( above you can't see properly but that's Melanie Fiona)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/S_lrznYevGI/AAAAAAAABAw/fnzc3I3tkKc/s1600/S8303252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/S_lrznYevGI/AAAAAAAABAw/fnzc3I3tkKc/s320/S8303252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to upload the videos but blogger would not co-operate with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Yollie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/5117004886824704939-7102412605011144201?l=yollie27.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/feeds/7102412605011144201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/05/alicia-keys-concert.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7102412605011144201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5117004886824704939/posts/default/7102412605011144201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yollie27.blogspot.com/2010/05/alicia-keys-concert.html' title='Alicia Keys concert'/><author><name>Yollie27</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06315981469312190546</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/THyDNKL05oI/AAAAAAAACxg/fh2JOoccf80/S220/IMAG0105_edit0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BqmLlRsz7N8/S_lq-SGwskI/AAAAAAAABAg/i08HmZT9TsE/s72-c/S8303238.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
