<?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-4319711645984311150</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:53:38.701-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Personal'/><category term='Wonderful'/><category term='When Keeping it Real goes Wrong'/><category term='Intro'/><category term='Games of the Heart'/><category term='Motivation'/><category term='Interlude'/><category term='Miles'/><category term='Keeping it Real 101'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Reflecting'/><category term='True Love'/><category term='Balance'/><category term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category term='The Dawn or Dusk'/><category term='Emotionally Spent'/><category term='Annoyed'/><category term='Stressed... Just a Little'/><category term='Ranting'/><category term='Norian'/><category term='Healing'/><category term='Manipulation'/><category term='Success'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Ma Mere'/><category term='Money'/><category term='Theater of Pain'/><category term='Inspirational'/><category term='Daredevil'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Overstand'/><category term='The Cool'/><title type='text'>Norian Love</title><subtitle type='html'>The Dawn or the Dusk which one do you trust...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-6991089388856912297</id><published>2011-12-09T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:33:44.507-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today is a very special day for me because one of&amp;nbsp; my friends was born,&amp;nbsp; I think to myself how many thought I’ve shared with this person, how many times we’ve shared emotions. And how well they know me even though we are so far apart they are never too far away from my thoughts.&amp;nbsp; Friends are a unique thing I think go gives you a bunch of test run friends…and then he gives you gems. People you find yourself calling upon, thinking about and praying for.&amp;nbsp; I have such a friend who was there to help me through one of the most difficult times in my life. But that same friend was there to help me laugh.&amp;nbsp; I just &amp;nbsp;want to take this personal moment to&amp;nbsp; say happy birthday! My life has forever been changed for the better because you are apart of it I only hope I add value to your life as well&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-6991089388856912297?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6991089388856912297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=6991089388856912297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/6991089388856912297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/6991089388856912297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-2250604659749267880</id><published>2011-11-16T06:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:55:03.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ATdxgTFvorw/TsPOgibLp0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/2aNEqZpSTXs/s1600/flower-california-poppy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ATdxgTFvorw/TsPOgibLp0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/2aNEqZpSTXs/s320/flower-california-poppy.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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have you ever watched flowers bloom?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;All the waiting the time the days&amp;nbsp; in the garden &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feeding them nurturing them only to get nothing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;All of the time you spend preparing&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;and watching the rain soak the earth&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;penetrate the ground &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;and kiss the seed of your labor&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Making sure the sunlight this them &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Without any real result?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a tedious effort at best&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And one day, long after you’ve given up &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or even care anymore &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When all of your effort seems in vain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You notice almost out of no where &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Your flowers have bloomed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love is the same way&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It blossoms when and where &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;you least expect it to&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;at least it did in my garden.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/4319711645984311150-2250604659749267880?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2250604659749267880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=2250604659749267880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/2250604659749267880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/2250604659749267880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-garden.html' title='Love Garden'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ATdxgTFvorw/TsPOgibLp0I/AAAAAAAAAMI/2aNEqZpSTXs/s72-c/flower-california-poppy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-3813391254006396938</id><published>2011-10-31T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T19:08:11.447-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keeping it Real 101'/><title type='text'>Kim Kardashian's Divorce</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2nHdmn0UTEE/Tq9UR9iiMbI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2qoxCWfn7Uo/s1600/kim-kardashian.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2nHdmn0UTEE/Tq9UR9iiMbI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2qoxCWfn7Uo/s320/kim-kardashian.jpg" width="246" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="PadderBetweenControlandBody"&gt;Surprisingly Kim Kardiashian got a divorce from Kris Humphries – now I’ll admit I’ve done my very best to avoid reality shows as a rule of thumb and this one is no different so I’ll lead off by saying my concern is truly superficial in nature, having said that &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;my question is: Did anyone not see this coming? More importantly did anyone not recognize that if this girl&amp;nbsp;hadn't&amp;nbsp;been engaged to begin with her 15 minutes of fame would slowly start to tick.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Reality shows need drama and what’s more dramatic than a marriage and then impending divorce. So next season we can see all of the dramatic struggles she’s going through from losing her one true love Lurch (via the monsters).Overall, &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I have to give her a B for effort. while this was entertaining what really&amp;nbsp;would've&amp;nbsp;been over the top is if she would’ve Married Tim Tebow. That way not only could his bad play be explained away (thus preventing the inevitable firing as an NFL quarterback) But she&amp;nbsp;couldn't&amp;nbsp;had the same desired outcome with someone people remotely are interested in.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I digress&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-3813391254006396938?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3813391254006396938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=3813391254006396938&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3813391254006396938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3813391254006396938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2011/10/kim-kardashians-divorce.html' title='Kim Kardashian&apos;s Divorce'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2nHdmn0UTEE/Tq9UR9iiMbI/AAAAAAAAAMA/2qoxCWfn7Uo/s72-c/kim-kardashian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-8137675120353827676</id><published>2011-10-26T18:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T18:18:37.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games of the Heart'/><title type='text'>Perseverance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;This love letter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Is for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Everything that we were,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;all that we could've been &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;and what we are today&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The question in my heart… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;where is the love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I knew…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;This love letter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Is for all of the heartache&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The tears &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The triumph&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The failures of love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I dedicate this moment in time &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;To&lt;i&gt; that&lt;/i&gt; moment in time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;When you realize… you have to start all over&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I dedicate these words this energy to &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; moment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;It's in &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;moment of helplessness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Of hopelessness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;You find the hidden strength &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;To build&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;To overcome&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;To press forward&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Uncertainly…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;But forward still&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;I dedicate this letter you &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;To love’s perseverance&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-8137675120353827676?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8137675120353827676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=8137675120353827676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8137675120353827676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8137675120353827676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2011/10/perseverance.html' title='Perseverance'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-691559330281840888</id><published>2011-10-06T08:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T08:24:14.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;"Have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehowalready know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;--------&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: 14.0pt;"&gt;SteveJobs&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 1955- 2011&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-691559330281840888?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/691559330281840888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=691559330281840888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/691559330281840888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/691559330281840888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2011/10/have-courage-to-follow-your-heart-and.html' title=''/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-3048818500555866210</id><published>2011-09-27T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T13:17:13.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6EKazaqz0GE/ToIvIBMtRyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/4OuYvR-08oA/s1600/how-to-stay-focused.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="178" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6EKazaqz0GE/ToIvIBMtRyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/4OuYvR-08oA/s320/how-to-stay-focused.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Focused but chilling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-3048818500555866210?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3048818500555866210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=3048818500555866210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3048818500555866210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3048818500555866210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/focused-but-chilling.html' title=''/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6EKazaqz0GE/ToIvIBMtRyI/AAAAAAAAAL8/4OuYvR-08oA/s72-c/how-to-stay-focused.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-3966092902235755824</id><published>2011-09-11T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T14:41:42.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Generation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/42E2fAWM6rA/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/42E2fAWM6rA&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I had to share&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-3966092902235755824?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3966092902235755824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=3966092902235755824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3966092902235755824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3966092902235755824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/lost-generation.html' title='Lost Generation'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-4448977798916326985</id><published>2011-09-11T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T06:36:31.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>NFL 9-11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agkDW3ChpLg/Tmy5T7XjRjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/sGh2MXSE1-0/s1600/american-flag-2a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agkDW3ChpLg/Tmy5T7XjRjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/sGh2MXSE1-0/s320/american-flag-2a.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Football's back I can't tell you how much i enjoy this time of year. &amp;nbsp;Today though is 9/11 I don't have to get into how much this changed things in the world. The loss of life in itself was&amp;nbsp;probably&amp;nbsp;one of the most tragic things our&amp;nbsp;generation&amp;nbsp;will ever witness. &amp;nbsp;the lasting economic and global&amp;nbsp;repercussions&amp;nbsp;are still being felt. &amp;nbsp;I hope that during your time &amp;nbsp;today you take time out to remember the children spouses mothers brothers sisters fathers who either loss someone on this day or were lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-4448977798916326985?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4448977798916326985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=4448977798916326985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4448977798916326985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4448977798916326985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2011/09/nfl-9-11.html' title='NFL 9-11'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-agkDW3ChpLg/Tmy5T7XjRjI/AAAAAAAAAL0/sGh2MXSE1-0/s72-c/american-flag-2a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-8017799102921078061</id><published>2011-08-28T10:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T10:29:03.232-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games of the Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>2 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 years later, you call as if everything’s&amp;nbsp;OK...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 years I spent wondering where we went astray &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 years I coped with losing my best friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 years to wonder would I see you again&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 years of this stress, 2 years of this grief, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 years of anxiety, no sigh of relief&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 years to be hurt, 2 years to get strong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 years to deal with it, 2 years to move on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 years full of tears, and heartache, and regrets&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;2 years of loneliness I will never forget&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now here you are waltzing back in my life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Erasing 2 years of pain? And 2 years of strife?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or 2 years of “this was not meant to be”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or 2 years thinking “hell what’s wrong with &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt;?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now you are back like it’s all just ok&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Like I need to listen to what you have to say&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;You hurt me and left me and never looked back&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why in the &lt;i&gt;hell &lt;/i&gt;should&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I put aside that?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;What were you doing? Where have you been? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The questions I had that dwelled deep within&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That tore me apart kept me up late at night&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;That made me upset that made “this” not right&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And now I should listen to you apologize?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And get that confused with more of your lies?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though I loved you, and cared, and you were indeed missed…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;The 2 years of &lt;i&gt;time&lt;/i&gt; taught me, I deserve more than this.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-8017799102921078061?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8017799102921078061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=8017799102921078061&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8017799102921078061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8017799102921078061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/2-years.html' title='2 Years'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-8732539452361580632</id><published>2011-08-18T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-18T20:57:00.667-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keeping it Real 101'/><title type='text'>Back to School Parents!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4uIKf1bqL0/Tk3e3lfnxyI/AAAAAAAAALw/SBLdBf6lEV4/s1600/iStock_000009967340XSmall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4uIKf1bqL0/Tk3e3lfnxyI/AAAAAAAAALw/SBLdBf6lEV4/s320/iStock_000009967340XSmall.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Before I start I want to give this disclaimer: I’m sure I have some educators who are going to read this who may be offended or have lost their sense of humor after years of being pummeled by the job-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make no mistake I value what you do and in no way am I trying to offend you so this isn’t for you- This is for the parents who year after year spend&lt;s&gt; countles&lt;/s&gt;&lt;strike&gt;s man hours&lt;/strike&gt;, ok&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;procrastinate&lt;/i&gt; to the last second to go on this this scavenger hunt for a list of supplies for their child who truth be told is probably going to end up coming home with one favorite raggedy notebook and a pencil.&amp;nbsp; (&lt;i&gt;Again I have nothing against education honestly&lt;/i&gt;), this system is a bit fugged up. I was a student and I don’t remember needing a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;red,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #f4cccc;"&gt; pink&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;turquoise&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"&gt; brown&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; folder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly wonder at the end of the prior school year do all the teachers sit around and say “F it- let's &amp;nbsp;Fu** with them one good time!” and that’s how you come up with the list? We all know that all there are some things that is on the list of things parents need to get for school more than likely will never be used. (at least by the students keep reading.) &amp;nbsp;What pisses me off even more is that on the first day of school, more often than not the teacher co-mingles all the supplies I just went on a scavenger hunt to find in the first place!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we as parents take extended lunch breaks sneak out of wok at 2 or in the words of my Brother &lt;i&gt;“take these penitentiary chances!!”&lt;/i&gt; to get these school supplies to have them reshuffled? Bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT - as always... we do it because as parents you don’t want your child looking like the unorganized student he or she probably is going go to act like all year long. This year’s adventure taught me some universal truths &amp;nbsp;I’d like to share in hopes that next year whoever decides to put this list together next year &amp;nbsp;gives us a flipin break: &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;2 pronged bracket folders are the most difficult school supply known to man.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is the “we’re f***ing with you item. You will never EVER find these folders,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;all of them,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;in one store,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;at one time.&lt;br /&gt;It’s just not possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; Now, there are DOZENS of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow;"&gt;yellow&lt;/span&gt; folders but none of them have the&lt;i&gt; brackets&lt;/i&gt; so it’s like the lotto. You sort through clinging for dear life to the one &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; folder you found hoping you can find&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt; purple&lt;/span&gt; when it’s not going to happen so you buy the&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;fuchsia&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;one because it's close to&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt; purple&lt;/span&gt; hoping it won't be a big deal. And it's not..because by the end of the first week some child you've never met will be using the 2 dollar folder you bought and your kid is stuck with the thirteen cent one. of course you don't know this until you've gone to 3 stores trying to find all 2 pronged bracket folders, &lt;i&gt;with&lt;/i&gt; the pockets.&amp;nbsp;If the teaching union can do anything to help us as parents it's this:&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Decide on 6 colors universal to all schools. make sure these colors never change&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;This way companies can just put one packet together of folders and we can all be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;There is always one item on the list that&amp;nbsp;doesn't&amp;nbsp;exist&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Example: 1 5 Subject Non-Perforated Composition Book (380ct) &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are &lt;i&gt;composition books&lt;/i&gt; and there are &lt;i&gt;5 subject&amp;nbsp; books&lt;/i&gt; but this combination i mentioned &amp;nbsp;simply doesn’t exist. I know because I went to 5 stores and used the power of the internet &amp;nbsp;looking for&amp;nbsp; it.don't&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;me?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I dare you to find this.&amp;nbsp; Let me know if you do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Red Pens:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, this is the by far the most insulting thing on the list and here's why. when I was a kid if i got caught with a red pen it meant instant detention, why? Because &lt;u&gt;Only teachers use red pens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;Every year this is on the list and my kid never ever EVER uses a red pen in school which leads me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;b&gt;Buying supplies for Teachers:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look if you need supplies just come out and ask for a donation, our kids don't go through 4 boxes of&amp;nbsp;Kleenex, I've&amp;nbsp;never seen a damn thing highlighted and who in the fu**&amp;nbsp;believes a grade school kid needs dry erase markers? &amp;nbsp;and post it notes? are you fu$$in kidding me??? when in the history of education were&amp;nbsp;children&amp;nbsp;and notes in&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;same sentence ever a good thing? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm stopping here for the night, &amp;nbsp;again not my intent to offend just need a better filter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-8732539452361580632?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8732539452361580632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=8732539452361580632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8732539452361580632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8732539452361580632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school-parents.html' title='Back to School Parents!'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4uIKf1bqL0/Tk3e3lfnxyI/AAAAAAAAALw/SBLdBf6lEV4/s72-c/iStock_000009967340XSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-4687952045264840570</id><published>2011-08-11T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T10:56:41.992-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>She Lives</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;She lives in the infinite black I see when I close my eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;She lives in my imagination&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;my truth,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;My lies...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;She lives in the crevasses of my uttermost confessions&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;She hides herself from all, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Making me peruse a figment &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;of so many imaginations&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;She dwells in the very core &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The motor that convoys blood thru my veins in order to survive&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;She’s silk, cinnamon, mere, frankincense, dark chocolate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A treat to any other person, a requisite for my survival&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;There can not be a&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;greater purpose for me other than to serve her&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;The concept of my creation was to suffice her fancy &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;her innermost whim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;A lock and chain, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;an ATM&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;and PIN, one useless without the other&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;She’s every romance novel &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;every poem before this one actualized&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;And she lives&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;In the infinite black I see when I close my eyes…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-4687952045264840570?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4687952045264840570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=4687952045264840570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4687952045264840570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4687952045264840570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2011/08/she-lives.html' title='She Lives'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-2536620752983402139</id><published>2011-07-31T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-31T05:29:56.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Date Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FeiyugRDpsI/TjVKUr0gmEI/AAAAAAAAALs/-wSMPTTQ8Y4/s1600/060dcc28-287d-4994-b07f-b3fe2d185732.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FeiyugRDpsI/TjVKUr0gmEI/AAAAAAAAALs/-wSMPTTQ8Y4/s320/060dcc28-287d-4994-b07f-b3fe2d185732.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m a big fan of Television , there used to be a point (pre DVR) I’d plan my life around it. Still, there were some shows even though I’d dvr them I couldn’t miss live. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;of course the obvious was sports, football or the NBA playoffs. But there were a few shows that would suck me into their world and I couldn’t wait until a week had passed to see what happens next. The Wire, The Shield, The Sopranos, Spartacus, and 24 to name a few were the reasons I’d move meetings, change appointments or miss out on something social.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;But lately, and for good reason I haven’t been able to get attached to a show and this is for a number of reasons, First there are, and this cannot be understated, a lot of bad shows on Television. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;The actors are unmemorable and it seems like each show is going for the “wow” factor than actually telling a good story. Then there’s the Internet, I’ll come back to this in a second. But lastly there’s the simple fact that you just don’t know if it’s worth your time anymore to get involved in a show. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Take the latest victim of good Television and poor ratings-&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Outsourced. This show was probably as funny if not more than 30 Rock (which means it was 10 times funnier than the Office.) Yet after one season it’s gone. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;I’m sure NBC will replace it with one of the many &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;lame ducks they tend to gravitate towards. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;SO here I am at a crossroads.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been hearing “game of thrones” name being thrown around and I believe it might be a good show but it hasn’t passed my &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;new 3 date rule. My new standard for television is I need a show to be on the air at least 3 seasons before I invest myself into the world.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Jack Bauer gave me 8 beautiful seasons, The Wire still feels short lived with 5 seasons of the best television I’ve ever seen. My point is, there was time for growth, and enough time to truly connect with the universe that was being created. A show like The Event could’ve had potential by season 2-( ok maybe not The Event it wasn’t going anywhere) &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;take Kings- that show had lots of potential but after&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;half a season it was gone, so lately I’ve had to be very selective about shows before I get emotionally attached. Which brings me back the internet point,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Thanks to Netflix, Hulu and a dozen other services I can jump into a show at any point in time and get current like I plan to do with Mad Men. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Sadly this means I’m not watching much of the shows that are on the air currently. But hey there’s always Law and Order- Just not L&amp;amp;O Los Angeles it just got canceled&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;NO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-2536620752983402139?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2536620752983402139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=2536620752983402139&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/2536620752983402139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/2536620752983402139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/3-date-rule.html' title='3 Date Rule'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FeiyugRDpsI/TjVKUr0gmEI/AAAAAAAAALs/-wSMPTTQ8Y4/s72-c/060dcc28-287d-4994-b07f-b3fe2d185732.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-8918914440053962880</id><published>2011-07-27T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T09:56:01.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><title type='text'>Something Different</title><content type='html'>So&amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;been talking to my BFF and they've been trying to convince me to let go of book 3&amp;nbsp;entirely&amp;nbsp;web based- i'm&amp;nbsp;curious&amp;nbsp;- I'm going to let you know that it will not entirely be poetry but hopefully it&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;everyone will enjoy-email me and let me know what you think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-8918914440053962880?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8918914440053962880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=8918914440053962880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8918914440053962880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8918914440053962880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/something-different.html' title='Something Different'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-3635013071262782478</id><published>2011-07-20T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T19:35:47.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Graduate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKZoIuz-VeU/TieQCopu6BI/AAAAAAAAALo/0kVhKVaXZSU/s1600/Graduate.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKZoIuz-VeU/TieQCopu6BI/AAAAAAAAALo/0kVhKVaXZSU/s1600/Graduate.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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have to close this chapter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have to turn the page&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I have to get you out my head&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s time to cross the stage&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ve graduated love 101&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I majored in heartbreak&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;My minor is regret &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because I made a few mistakes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Though my lessons have been learned&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would not take this course again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Cause all that I have learned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Doesn’t equal what I lost in the end&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&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/4319711645984311150-3635013071262782478?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3635013071262782478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=3635013071262782478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3635013071262782478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3635013071262782478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/graduate.html' title='The Graduate'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IKZoIuz-VeU/TieQCopu6BI/AAAAAAAAALo/0kVhKVaXZSU/s72-c/Graduate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-2083431647833449465</id><published>2011-07-06T08:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T08:15:15.828-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keeping it Real 101'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I miss you (My dedication to you)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ORO0KZphZA/ThR68dO_ENI/AAAAAAAAALc/MriBYpfwm5Q/s1600/imissyou.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ORO0KZphZA/ThR68dO_ENI/AAAAAAAAALc/MriBYpfwm5Q/s400/imissyou.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626257013550813394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I apologize for being gone for so long&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Appreciate you all being here but hold on&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The last year was a tough one, I lost my dad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the process I think I lost my path &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wait…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Had to figure it out, get my head together &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The pen became a distraction, it didn’t make it better&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So here I was trying to force this therapy &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When really god was there tryna tell me “take care of me”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wouldn’t listen, couldn’t see his vision &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything remained the same, became different &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Slowly I was slippin, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Partyin, drinkin, thinkin, my &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Theater of Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; needs a second edition&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone was trippin, just how I saw it&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Won’t get into details but now I know it &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wasn’t the case, I wanna thank you all for the love &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reminding me that my father was watching me from above&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everybody saying “keep your head up” that they here for me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just wished I had somebody to cry those tears for me &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Slowly, throughout all the struggle, the inner fighting&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I found myself dealing with issues inside my writing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Realized I missed &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Orchid&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Aqua&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;J&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Anonymous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Crystal Monae,&lt;/span&gt; had to say at times it was obvious &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I miss you all for reading&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Missed you more for believing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that’s for everybody, not forgetting my girl &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Too many names to say I appreciate &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope in my new work you see I reciprocate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Too many names for me to say I appreciate &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hope in my new work you see I reciprocate&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Blessings&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-2083431647833449465?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2083431647833449465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=2083431647833449465&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/2083431647833449465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/2083431647833449465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-miss-you-my-dedication-to-you.html' title='I miss you (My dedication to you)'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4ORO0KZphZA/ThR68dO_ENI/AAAAAAAAALc/MriBYpfwm5Q/s72-c/imissyou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-9179226433875327726</id><published>2011-02-14T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T08:45:27.675-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>A Student’s qualm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Passed every test,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Learned every lesson&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Took every quiz, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still you second guessin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What we have is for real, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe it’s an excuse &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Try to tell you the deal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; B&lt;/span&gt;ut wondering what’s the use&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;See a part of me believes there is a you and I&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But another part of me sees you’re never satisfied…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;See you keep telling me we ought to be together&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But anytime it rains you’d rather just change the weather&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hold on… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Question is do you really want a man?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or someone to constantly reassure you and hold your hand?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;See I can’t keep up with those wondering eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Because it’s human nature to think that they mean wondering thighs&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I ignore all that, no need for the speculation&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;is this another test or you need this validation?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Looking at you telling me you feel similar energy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But in my peripheral see you sharing that chemistry &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With anyone who you can make eye contact with &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I feel like&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it’s 95 and this some high school shit &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But wait… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I could see it as a lesson to learn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;cause if I’m constantly graded maybe this just the midterm&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;sooner or later, you can mark my words&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll get tired of these tests, where there ain’t no curve &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;See you’re searching for perfection, so my 3.8&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ain’t enough to pass this course I continue to take…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Teacher teacher, maybe this a mistake&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll try to figure it out over this spring break&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Take your notes , make your marks, do whatever it takes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t know if I’ll be back after this spring break…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-9179226433875327726?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9179226433875327726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=9179226433875327726&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/9179226433875327726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/9179226433875327726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2011/02/students-qualm.html' title='A Student’s qualm'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-3140624805531306185</id><published>2010-11-15T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T18:45:22.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norian'/><title type='text'>Healing</title><content type='html'>The last 4 months have been some of the most difficult in my life - it has all but stopped me in my tracks, without reliving or going into too much detail it's affected every area of my life and i'm not sure if it's something i can ever get over.  But i will have to and i understand that- this is the first time i've felt comfortable writing about my experience in any form and while, i think that it's certainly something that is going to take time, i k now i haven't been in my routines the way i would like to be- so with that being said i'm going to start writing again and sharing-  this was just a good first step for me to talk to all of you who read. thank you for your support thank you for your messages for those of you who know me thank you for your prayers...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-3140624805531306185?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3140624805531306185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=3140624805531306185&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3140624805531306185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3140624805531306185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2010/11/healing.html' title='Healing'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-9204160720063352335</id><published>2010-07-21T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T08:30:40.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thougths in Anguilla</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do at any point in time I cross your mind?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;have you ever met a boy that as a man&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thinks you're as fine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As you were when he was a youth?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I promise this is the truth&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm thinking that we could resolve our&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Issue but what's the use&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I'm reminiscing on what is a teenage love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;but now that I'm 27... Don’t need no glove&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I want whatever you give me, and maybe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Somehow that's wrong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I'm hoping&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You get the message cause our love’s so strong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feel me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I just want to be somewhere you have accepted me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If that's means ecstasy, destiny or eventually&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Long as it's next to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe you'll finally understand what we were meant to be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we were fifteen&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And god or accident sent you to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/4319711645984311150-9204160720063352335?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9204160720063352335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=9204160720063352335&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/9204160720063352335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/9204160720063352335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2010/07/thougths-in-anguilla.html' title='Thougths in Anguilla'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-3857271847497897649</id><published>2010-06-04T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T08:57:29.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cool'/><title type='text'>Love's Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/TAkiRbDSl7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/DsZ_sA791pk/s1600/love2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/TAkiRbDSl7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/DsZ_sA791pk/s400/love2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478948104387598258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's really nothing like New Love. I remember the first time the first song and all of the intensity of my first love and the subsequent loves after that. I was so passionate. I think we all were at one point in time the way the heart flutters and the nervous energy and the buildup to holding hands and... the "first kiss".  it seemed the older we get the more complicated it became. it almost seemed like love was a myth or certainly more guarded than it was when you'd through your heart and everything inside of you into another person with reckless abandonment.  Eventually we learn either through heartbreak disappointment or just maturation to be more subjective when falling in love. Demand more information before we give our hearts. Expect more up front before we bear our all...if ever. my question today is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;Are we all too cautious to love deeply like our first?&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-3857271847497897649?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3857271847497897649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=3857271847497897649&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3857271847497897649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3857271847497897649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2010/06/loves-nostalgia.html' title='Love&apos;s Nostalgia'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/TAkiRbDSl7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/DsZ_sA791pk/s72-c/love2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-7192726445602181968</id><published>2010-04-24T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T12:21:31.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Intangible</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In ways I can’t describe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need her&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kissing her feels incompletely whole&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our dilemma is distance&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Circumstance&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet… our stolen moments seem ubiquitous &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But growingly insufficient&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m left with a cocktail of memories and fantasy &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sustain me until &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She’s there for me again &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To embrace.. yet &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Circumstance…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need her &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-7192726445602181968?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7192726445602181968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=7192726445602181968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/7192726445602181968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/7192726445602181968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/intangible.html' title='Intangible'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-603897882156774567</id><published>2010-04-14T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T07:35:21.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right now I just want to be left alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m not checking email, unplugging my phone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to be bothered, I don’t want to talk&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;. I don’t want to hang out, don’t want to walk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right now I just want to be left alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Like the day before birth, it’s here I’ll roam.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really don’t want to hear who did what when.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not from my lover, and not from my friends.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can you understand I want to be alone? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Left to my own devices, a comfort zone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really don’t want my best friend in my ear&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yappin about things I don’t want to hear. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to see anyone at my front door&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If anyone asks I went to the store. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love all of you but give me my space.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m trying to find my own quiet place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Leave me be me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me be me alone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t ask me nothing, what’s the matter, what’s wrong. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to go out. Don’t want company.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just want to be with I, myself, and me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ll holler tomorrow but today leave me alone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m not checking email, not answering my phone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-603897882156774567?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/603897882156774567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=603897882156774567&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/603897882156774567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/603897882156774567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2010/04/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-4222094693569361456</id><published>2010-03-03T20:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T20:33:55.047-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><title type='text'>In the moment</title><content type='html'>Anyone who's ever read this blog knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; mainly serious... tonight i just want to get a pass to share some of the things on my mind at the moment. First of all I don't watch American Idol... WATCHED it tonight... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to give the women an overall C. Secondly what's this deal with senator Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Bunning&lt;/span&gt; holding up Unemployment benefits?  OK you want this to not be added to the national deficit. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; quite sure that the people who need this don't care where in the hell it's added to Jim... but that's the disconnect in Washington. Lastly...  i think it's just hit me now that the king of pop has passed away. I'm listening to i wanna rock with you. and i realized. wow..that's it. no new material no chance at another song in 10 years... This man was incredible. as a kid I like many of us tried to get his rhythm down... and i hate the fact that i never saw him live.  What i find most interesting is how I listen to his words now and there are some very romantic songs overpowered by his voice an intrigue.  I'm going to miss &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;... it's almost as if i wasn't able to accept it at first.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; that's enough randomness for now.  well one more thing... listening to in the heat of the moment by after 7. Highly underrated group&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-4222094693569361456?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4222094693569361456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=4222094693569361456&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4222094693569361456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4222094693569361456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-moment.html' title='In the moment'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-4303355773514584153</id><published>2010-02-17T09:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T09:19:36.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; I remember the way your body felt in my palm&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quivering but strong, so smooth &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You were delectable, Every time I experienced you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought it was unadulterated chocolate.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I cherish the fond memory&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;of putting my words in various unmentionables… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and even in the places I put them when I first met you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Our teenage love was quite mature on some days…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and the beatific viciousness in which we demonstrated &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;our passion for one another, was only a side act compared&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to the emotions we reserved inwardly,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;which we professed to anyone who would listen, to be love. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And love it was.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-4303355773514584153?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4303355773514584153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=4303355773514584153&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4303355773514584153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4303355773514584153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/young-love.html' title='Young Love'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-1149057241592110900</id><published>2010-02-10T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:45:21.152-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Nothing intersting to say</title><content type='html'>I want to blog today, but i really don't have anything to talk about in particular so i guess i'll just think aloud for  a while. I'll start by saying it's been Hella cold in Houston and I hate it. My island blood can't take this 30 degree weather. and it doesn't seem to want to let up. I've got over a dozen projects I need to make progress on.  There have been some movements at my job that annoy me but like everyone in this environment i'm thankful to have a gig... finally have a street date for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Games of the Heart&lt;/span&gt;. March 29th. I'm excited but emotionally, it's always hard to stay in the same place when I write.  re reading it. I hope you all enjoy it. I'm still waiting on my copies. I digress&lt;div&gt;I'm really excited because i'm closer to one of my goals. as a child i was pretty fluent in French and now I've lost most of the language. I'm going to get sharp again. I've ordered a few books written entirely in French and i'm going to see how far i get.  So that's a plus as well. I guess that's all i have to say... wasn't too bad &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;What's new with you?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-1149057241592110900?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1149057241592110900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=1149057241592110900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/1149057241592110900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/1149057241592110900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2010/02/nothing-intersting-to-say.html' title='Nothing intersting to say'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-2720329325297985269</id><published>2010-01-25T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T06:42:08.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theater of Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Imagine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine life with no pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine the springtime without rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine if love was not lost but an opportunity gained, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine if we lived life by its gross instead of its net worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine if we showed more respect to mother, to earth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine if we refused to settle, refused to just to get by,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine if the Song of Solomon is what we used to get high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine if family was  more important than wealth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine if commitment was more important than self&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine if all things did not come to an end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine love unconditional... right now it depends&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine if we gave a damn about the poor and the homeless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine if we entertained ourselves less, made education our focus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine if the “righteous” believed in what’s right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine starting a war but then staying to fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine if father raised their sons and mothers their daughters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine protecting our sisters and “keeping” our brothers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine if race and creed weren’t embrangled with hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine if we took action before it’s too late&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Imagine…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-2720329325297985269?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2720329325297985269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=2720329325297985269&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/2720329325297985269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/2720329325297985269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/imagine_25.html' title='Imagine'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-6337554550309724684</id><published>2010-01-13T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T12:31:11.007-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiti</title><content type='html'>Being from west indian desent it's heartbreaking to hear about the most recent catastrophe in the long line of recent natural desasters to hit Haiti. Looking at the disaster right beneath those of us in the United States I'm complelled to help in every way I can. that includes this vessle. I urege anyone who's reading to take a step back and help your fellow man at this moment in time. Of course there is always going to be a rouge charity or two that may not do precisely what they are called upon to do and that why i'm providing the following link to Charity Navigator &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.charitynavigator.org/index.cfm?bay=content.view&amp;amp;cpid=1004"&gt;http://www.charitynavigator.org/index.cfm?bay=content.view&amp;amp;cpid=1004&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May god bless and protect the lives of everyone affected by this natural disaster &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-6337554550309724684?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6337554550309724684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=6337554550309724684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/6337554550309724684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/6337554550309724684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2010/01/haiti.html' title='Haiti'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-7965774327277227833</id><published>2009-12-28T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T08:32:56.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a Bow</title><content type='html'>as 2009 is  winding up I had to take a moment to reflect on the year as a whole.  I could talk for hours about the things we can all relate to Politics, entertainment, or other current events  but that's what trending topics on twitter are for. I want to share today with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt; to ask you to share your thoughts on your 2009 journey... For me personally It was something to be appreciated of I learned more about myself this year than probably in the last four to five. I've surpassed many obstacles and more important than that I learned that I am truly blessed.   There was some joy and some pain and some laughter. But If I had to some up my 2009. It would be a year of personal growth and understanding.  To everyone who I've had the privilege of meeting online this year I want to say thank you for sharing your energy, thoughts and ambitions I've enjoyed each one of your blogs so much.  Moreover, thank you for taking time to do the same for me. Ironically sharing what's in my heart is one of the hardest things to do and so in order to get over that I write to share with anyone who will read. (It really is the most absurd thing in my opinion.) My prayer for each of you is that 2010 brings your heart's desire as well as a personal growth that will enable you to reach for all of your ambitions in the year to come.  Thank you for sharing this ride with me. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; What are your goals for 2010?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-7965774327277227833?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7965774327277227833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=7965774327277227833&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/7965774327277227833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/7965774327277227833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/12/take-bow.html' title='Take a Bow'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-7466497288307848678</id><published>2009-11-23T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T13:26:24.145-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games of the Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Moment of Adoration</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t think you’re ready for what I have to say &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m thinking about you almost every day &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet I’m trying to find a better way &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To tell you that I feel you like I never have &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It just doesn't add up and I have &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;done&lt;/i&gt; the math&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Added us together then divided all the obstacles &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That makes us multiplying ourselves here impossible&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Minus the nonsense we always equal great love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe that’s why it’s the only thing I think of&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Beautiful rouge lips pressed gently against mine &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When it happens it feels like we have just paused time&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s stop the world from moving if only for an hour&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And call it daylight savings while we’re in the shower&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pardon my boldness but everything about you &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is a requisite for me not wanting to live without you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I won’t go into detail, just using my common sense&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Infatuated by your design the mirror is your compliment &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I’m so confident that my words won’t equate much&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nothing I couldn't express through a mate’s touch&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I’ll adore you with my lips and know I’m sincere &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That I’m thankful every moment that you spend here&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-7466497288307848678?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7466497288307848678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=7466497288307848678&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/7466497288307848678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/7466497288307848678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/moment-of-adoration.html' title='Moment of Adoration'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-6691715816599322932</id><published>2009-11-18T05:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T06:08:14.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SwP_wdl8TbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KF3Prfkm3Pg/s1600/Winter+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SwP_wdl8TbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KF3Prfkm3Pg/s400/Winter+Pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405445185817300402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to drop a quick blurb about the winter. It has to be the most romantic season of them all. I consider winter just as sexy as summer, but with just a bit more substance. As a kid every time I "fell in love" was mid winter early spring and i always look forward to the first cold day of the year which is what I'm getting right now where I'm from (it's freezing) but the other thing i like about the winter is being able to dress warm but look Great. i think my winter outfits are the best thing i have going (typically bought on sale the at the end of the last winter- mid summer) &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt; What is your favorite season and why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-6691715816599322932?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6691715816599322932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=6691715816599322932&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/6691715816599322932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/6691715816599322932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SwP_wdl8TbI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KF3Prfkm3Pg/s72-c/Winter+Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-5220956179736461522</id><published>2009-11-13T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T07:06:24.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norian'/><title type='text'>Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>I've said this before and i would like to apologize about my recent inactivity. I've just been pushing most of my Energy into making sure the final Product of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Games of the Hear&lt;/span&gt;t is something that will be enjoyable. I've always wanted to  make sure that the energy is created and shared through my writing since there are only so many Hours in the day unfortunately I've sacrificed time on my Blog but i can officially say that has come to an end. I'm going to eventually annoy all of you with my thoughts :-) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-5220956179736461522?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5220956179736461522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=5220956179736461522&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/5220956179736461522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/5220956179736461522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome Back'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-1794891755698415736</id><published>2009-11-02T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T11:23:06.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn’s Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;November reminds me of an event,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My love affair with autumn,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The sign that winter’s &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Romance slowly takes control of your impulses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The air changes into a scent of love’s past.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Autumn was always favorite time of year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The passion was a cat and mouse game&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of warm, enticing embraces and semi&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Plutonic chemistry combined&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With a pseudo sensual entanglement&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of thoughts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The leaves diminish from&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;branches onto the ground&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The wind blows and invokes closeness &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;as if either of the latter could do any harm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Autumn is a time to reflect externally, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And introspectively, it’s a long slow kiss&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A walk in the park near the lake,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A lazy Sunday afternoon.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Autumn is Love Jones,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mo better blues and you’ve got mail rolled into each day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a reminder of what life can be like, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;oxymoronically by bringing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Closure to the earth’s life for the year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is sweet November’s story&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are my autumn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-1794891755698415736?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1794891755698415736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=1794891755698415736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/1794891755698415736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/1794891755698415736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/11/autumns-song_02.html' title='Autumn’s Song'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-2179498769660710672</id><published>2009-10-13T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T06:25:54.740-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norian'/><title type='text'>Hiatus</title><content type='html'>Hello to all,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've stayed in the shadows for the last month I've had a lot going on with &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Games of the Heart&lt;/span&gt; getting closer and closer to it's release. I've been trying to hit certain spots in town and try out material from &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;GOTH&lt;/span&gt;. I'm happy with my response yet so much time has passed I'm not sure  how anyone will feel about my latest project. I've been working on &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;book 3&lt;/span&gt; (still untitled) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; about 70 percent of the way done with it  but I'm hoping people will still enjoy it all i can truly say is that right now in this moment I'm evolving  as a writer. Moreover &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; enjoying the trail as I walk along to find out where it leads to When it's all said and done I hope that you enjoy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Games&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FF33;"&gt;Book 3&lt;/span&gt; as much as you've enjoyed anything else I've written thus far.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-2179498769660710672?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2179498769660710672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=2179498769660710672&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/2179498769660710672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/2179498769660710672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/10/hiatus.html' title='Hiatus'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-3102445073341687987</id><published>2009-09-14T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T18:35:38.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games of the Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dawn or Dusk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Outcast</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This must be how the devil feels&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cast from heaven, sent to hell&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For taking love for granted&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its here, in hell, I’ll dwell&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This must be how the devil feels &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The sky is dark and gray&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Perfection was my other option,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I threw it all away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This must be how the devil feels&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Resentment, from his fall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not better to have know and lost&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Than to have not known heaven at all&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This MUST be how the devil feels&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Angry, full of despair&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Knowing love,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Needing love,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Trying not to care&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But if heaven would consider him&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And forgive him for his wrongs&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The devil would repent his sins&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And praise heaven all day long&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-3102445073341687987?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3102445073341687987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=3102445073341687987&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3102445073341687987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3102445073341687987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/outcast.html' title='The Outcast'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-9154599398320837615</id><published>2009-09-02T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:31:47.470-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally Spent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stressed... Just a Little'/><title type='text'>Such a Big Ego</title><content type='html'>One of the things I like about the web is I can speak my mind. Some can relate some wont but it doesn't matter I'm able to say Exactly what it is uninterrupted. One of the worst things to deal with Is a person who's self oriented. This person Believes the sun rises and sets upon their ass. We as people sometimes can be self centered but this Person is so uniquely focused on THEM that it's pretty hard to get anything in between what they think and how they feel. Those are your two options when dealing with a person like this. We all know them.  But  we, do them no favors by feeding into what they are Self Centered. This person Typically thinks any conflict or issue is solely because of their action or inaction and always thinks they are either right Important to everything that may be going on. Their point of view is the only way they care to see things no matter what the issue is. I'm not going to spend much time on the Self Centered person believe me they have spent enough time on themselves, But it's important to note that This trait eventually will become stale. Sadly The person who could benefit the most from this will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probably&lt;/span&gt; never read it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-9154599398320837615?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9154599398320837615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=9154599398320837615&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/9154599398320837615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/9154599398320837615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/such-big-ego.html' title='Such a Big Ego'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-4714470335418617646</id><published>2009-09-01T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:55:22.362-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games of the Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balance'/><title type='text'>Puppy Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/Sp2HS27x5_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/bB-gELgRT8c/s1600-h/19753597_a8ae344812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/Sp2HS27x5_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/bB-gELgRT8c/s400/19753597_a8ae344812.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376602288203884530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to  John Coltrane's &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Body and Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;   last night and It reminded me of what I thought love use to be .  The love that we see on Television, the love that everyone talks about. Do you remember Puppy love?  These days it's all work everything is hypercritical.... I remember the first time I felt what I thought was true love. it was so Intense. I was on the extreme of passion, of life, of energy. Waking up to see D. Smith (my 7th grade crush) was my... was  &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; only reason to live.  It was like the first time you go to Vegas and you win big in a short amount of time you feel on top of the world. The next person I loved even more... (so I thought, but hey I was a &lt;i&gt;kid&lt;/i&gt; I know some of you probally fell in love every week with a diffrent boy or girl...until graduation some of you till this day ;-) )&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as my experience with love grew so did my perception of it.  Eventually, I started to rationalize, be cautious, rightfully so but love was certainly regulated. Like a water faucet, I'd increase to the appropriate pace because, things... life had taught me to never just let the faucet flow unchecked  and it made me realize maybe I wasn't alone.  Maybe thousands of men and women have learned to look at love differently, more guardedly.  Maybe some of us feel like love is similar to other dreams (like the second time you go to Vegas you can't seem to have that same rush of luck.)  Some people have given up on love altogether with the believe it's not in their cards... Others have learned to appreciate the live they currently have and embrace the beautiful aspect of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; We want an Abundance in all Areas of life, that's a part of the America Dream.  When that doesn't happen we tend to feel displaced, or spend a lifetime looking for it... My love now is much differently than my love as a child. It was raw innocent and overwhelming too much for me to control at such a young age but beautiful nonetheless. Falling in love back then was a living fairytale and that's what Mr Coltrane explored in that song  (in my opinion).  I can't say that was entirely a good thing being so head over heels about any person.  I can only hope that in this day and age of Terrorism, The Recession, and all of the seriousness of the world today that children still fall in Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-4714470335418617646?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4714470335418617646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=4714470335418617646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4714470335418617646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4714470335418617646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/09/puppy-love.html' title='Puppy Love'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/Sp2HS27x5_I/AAAAAAAAAIE/bB-gELgRT8c/s72-c/19753597_a8ae344812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-5656577454638164298</id><published>2009-08-31T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:16:35.463-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I'm RICH BIEACH checklist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SpwTJ4HTTkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QB3-vlVZbk0/s1600-h/one-billion-dollars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SpwTJ4HTTkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QB3-vlVZbk0/s400/one-billion-dollars.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376193115576290882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself I needed to finish my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Manipulation&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; today but I knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; be pressed for time and wouldn't be able to come up with a clear image of what I wanted to say so I decided to just let today Flow from the the cusp.  I always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;ink to myself how nice it would be rich. On the days when the office is hard to do I think If i had a Billion Dollars (the new million).  I think we all have some checklist we run through in our mind about the first month. possibly the first 6 months... But Lately I've been trying to figure out would I really do any of those things on my I'm RICH &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;BIEACH&lt;/span&gt;!! checklist. How much more exciting could 24 hours &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;become&lt;/span&gt; whit a large sum of money if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; you care about still has to work? would i want to devote that much time to my whims and desires? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;What would you do/buy if you had a billion dollars?&lt;/span&gt; Let me know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-5656577454638164298?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5656577454638164298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=5656577454638164298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/5656577454638164298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/5656577454638164298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-rich-bieach-checklist.html' title='I&apos;m RICH BIEACH checklist'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SpwTJ4HTTkI/AAAAAAAAAHs/QB3-vlVZbk0/s72-c/one-billion-dollars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-2532843246381247332</id><published>2009-08-20T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:18:32.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Keeping it Real goes Wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Manipulation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keeping it Real 101'/><title type='text'>Manipulators</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/So255PRSvbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W3YuAt3Lhmc/s1600-h/manipulation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/So255PRSvbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W3YuAt3Lhmc/s400/manipulation.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372154323525615026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to get a bit personal today I have a few good friends that seem to need to hear what what I have to say so I decided to break down The Manipulator (as it goes in relationships)&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Manipulator:&lt;br /&gt;This person is a jackass who wants his or her cake, and your cake, and the neighbor’s cake down the road. They want to eat it but blame you for the weight he or she will gain from doing so In both of my freinds cases they want to have the woman they with right now but are with but the escape (mainly the sex) provided by the “other woman” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; how do you know if you are with a manipulator? I'm glad you asked. Here are some signs I've noticed that are dead giveaways of being with a manipulator:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top:0in" start="1" type="A"&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;They      will always turn things around on you:&lt;/span&gt; The worse and  the most tale tale sign, normally at the peak of the manipulation which is why I started here      because If you read this and thought to yourself “Damn that’s (insert name      here) GET OUT you’re being played on a slew of levels we can’t get into      today.&lt;/li&gt;  &lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;They      are the victim in any circumstance:&lt;/span&gt; For example both of my homegirls have      men who are not available to them in any way shape or form and they are conned to stay in the guy’s life because “he’s confused” or “tormented” or      “not happy with his current” what he hasn’t had the balls to say is “ I want to stay at      home and make you a glorified booty call” &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;women manipulators are typically the damsel      looking for captain Saveahoe. All manipulators are experts at the "one upping" If your dog just died and you're sad, that's nothing they just lost a litter of dogs and cats in a house fire. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;They start off &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; then take it all way&lt;/span&gt;: This is a classic Manipulation bait and should be first on this list because while you're floating on cloud nine they are laying the groundwork for removing those clouds this is all a setup for the next step&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;They tear you down:&lt;/span&gt;  They can't be the same person anymore because YOU need to do X or they want to be in a relationship with you but Y is standing in the way. all of this equals Bullshit. There's nothing wrong with you It's part of the ploy because they are trying to get you to do the next step&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;The problem is solved by meeting their need: &lt;/span&gt;No compromise if it's men it's mainly sex if it's women it could be a ton of things including sex but not limited to. Depending on the woman it could be money company affection anything. You bend over backwards to keep them pacified. What we don't normally see until it's too late is All of the things you have to do to meet their need just patches their "problem" with you and most people are willing to do this becasue they are chasing the faint trail of that cloud 9 feeling that was removed by this person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Excuse for not being able to make a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;decision:&lt;/span&gt;   These people don't like acountability they like choices but don't like &lt;i&gt;choosing.&lt;/i&gt; I'm of the firm believer that you should never have to force a person to be with you to make a choice between you and another person but it happens, and when it does happen you're normally dealing with a Manipulator who's a master at A-E  which brings me to F and G&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Guilt:&lt;/span&gt; Manipulators are the best in the business at distributing guilt. They will be blunt or coy either way you walk away feeling like there's something you could of done differently or better and this is how they keep you inside of the web of deception that you can get caught in&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list:l0 level1 lfo1;tab-stops:list .5in"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;No &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt; of accountability:&lt;/span&gt; This has been touched earlier but to reiterate these people can say one thing today. the next day swear up and down they never said it. This will drive the rest of us that live in this place I like to call the Real World insane. moreover Nothing is ever their fault. ever &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are a few more signs but I'd like your input on this as well. In part 2 I'll discuss ways to avoid and remove a manipulator from your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-2532843246381247332?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2532843246381247332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=2532843246381247332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/2532843246381247332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/2532843246381247332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-going-to-get-bit-personal-today-i.html' title='Manipulators'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/So255PRSvbI/AAAAAAAAAHU/W3YuAt3Lhmc/s72-c/manipulation.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-1428983214593378952</id><published>2009-08-17T10:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T11:10:20.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daredevil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Games of the Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Norian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Workaholic by Day Poet by night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SomccJRWjxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HiysYSAEgEo/s1600-h/633544169268479109-workaholic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SomccJRWjxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HiysYSAEgEo/s320/633544169268479109-workaholic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370996037954998034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've had a chance to post. I've had to pull double duty for the last two weeks at work (even this week we've had a few guys all taking vacation at one time and guess who gets to pull their load?)  I'm not the type of person who won't do your job well. (you know the guy or gal who is backing you up while you're gone then when you get back it's as if all they did was shuffle your work around like a kid not wanting to eat asparagus) I pride myself on making people feel like they don't have to worry when they come back... I'm now starting to see why so many people request me as their backup... nothing like bit of blog self actualization. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While this is going on I'm happy to tell you that my second book Games of the Heart is totally 100 percent done and we are in the production process right now. Giddy about this news (and a bit apprehensive), I took some time over this weekend to try out a few pieces at a few of the poetry lounges in town. I'm happy with the results! Right now I'm in the process of picking a cover. I have one in mind but I'd like the cover to symbolize how I felt when I was writing GOTH. It is hard for me to recapture those emotions. we'll see what comes of it. I will be posting whatever design I decide to go with.  Once things die down over here at the Job I will see if i can put together a small sample to see how receptive you all are as well But what i truly want to know right now is  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;What have each of you been up to over the last week?  &lt;/span&gt;I hope it hasn't been as busy as mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-1428983214593378952?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1428983214593378952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=1428983214593378952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/1428983214593378952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/1428983214593378952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/workaholic-by-day-poet-by-night.html' title='Workaholic by Day Poet by night'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SomccJRWjxI/AAAAAAAAAHM/HiysYSAEgEo/s72-c/633544169268479109-workaholic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-3964206786909420209</id><published>2009-08-05T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:02:39.797-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theater of Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Overstand'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Over Stand IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During starlit nights on clear or cloudy days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 5 when I wake up before the sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the cresting point of my alert hours,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are in my thoughts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I crave to hold you inside my soul again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for the fleeting seconds of time, tell me that this moment is given it’s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;proper name. Moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many people claim to understand love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just gaining a new knowledge for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet my heart wont allow me to… See I knew it before it knew me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I over stand your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your element.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel it in every blessing your lips place upon my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In every electric sensation my heart gets&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When engulfed in your temperature.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In every memory I run through of your beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And even though it won’t be long before we let life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;take us to back to our daily grind and the hustle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and bustle of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;agnatic&lt;/span&gt; state of the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OUR world… Is completely ours always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-3964206786909420209?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3964206786909420209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=3964206786909420209&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3964206786909420209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3964206786909420209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/08/over-stand-iv.html' title='Over Stand IV'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-7429027735495926068</id><published>2009-07-30T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T09:50:24.887-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='When Keeping it Real goes Wrong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Keeping it Real 101'/><title type='text'>The Truth Will Only Imprison You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SnHOIz2oQAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/R5aFSdSDr4o/s1600-h/Handcuffed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 376px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SnHOIz2oQAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/R5aFSdSDr4o/s400/Handcuffed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364295281928585218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  I always hear people talk about how they want to hear the truth. Especially in relationships every couple at the beginning declares how they want this open door policy each friendship wants to believe that it’s built on total openness and trust. After some careful consideration I’m of the firm belief is that &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this is bullshit. People wanting to hear the truth &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;couldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be further from the actual truth. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lets be real for a second sometimes the truth hurts. And who wants to be hurt? &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No one wants to hear what kind of dog of a man they are dating or how they can be totally self absorbed or how they are average at best in anything they attempt to do. What people really want is for you to affirm THEIR truth. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This rose colored version where they are always the protagonist or the victim or the one to hold the whole world together by their shoestrings. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Very rarely do people openly take a square look at themselves and draw conclusions about there TRUE strengths and their TRUE weaknesses. Especially in relationships dating or otherwise. You hear time and time again the saying &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;“hey I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt;’t perfect”&lt;/i&gt; having said that those same people never seem to find fault with themselves. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ever. EVEN when it’s something that was really messed up, it either was their fault due to&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;some other circumstance beyond their control OR it takes years to finally see where they made a mistake. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I ask &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;at’s the point in telling the truth?&lt;/span&gt; no one wants to hear it, you’d be better off just agreeing with whatever utopia that exist in a person’s mind soon as disagree and provide a dose of reality. People LIKE being in the matrix. If you find yourself slightly irritated by this rant &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m probably talking about you, but I’ll apologize cause &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;“Hey I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ain&lt;/span&gt;’t perfect.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-No &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-7429027735495926068?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7429027735495926068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=7429027735495926068&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/7429027735495926068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/7429027735495926068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/truth-will-only-imprison-you.html' title='The Truth Will Only Imprison You'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SnHOIz2oQAI/AAAAAAAAAFk/R5aFSdSDr4o/s72-c/Handcuffed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-5540647019263629188</id><published>2009-07-27T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T06:57:21.532-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Soul Searching Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where are you from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where have you been?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been looking so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can’t believe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Been looking oh so damn long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking for you…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Searching my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to find peace of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When in this chaos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is no peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess I was biding my time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you walk on water?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Were your wings clipped &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;darlin&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What took you away from me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever it is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that I know is that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; been so much to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all I want to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is anywhere you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-5540647019263629188?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5540647019263629188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=5540647019263629188&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/5540647019263629188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/5540647019263629188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/soul-searching-part-i.html' title='Soul Searching Part I'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-2834029600006953030</id><published>2009-07-23T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:03:54.794-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed'/><title type='text'>Back in the US</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/Smi2Z5eg1PI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8b8buNDI3O8/s1600-h/American_Flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/Smi2Z5eg1PI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8b8buNDI3O8/s400/American_Flag.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361735912426362098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; be able to post more while i was gone but my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; access was very limited.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;A lot&lt;/span&gt; has happened in the last half month. where to begin How about this. American Airlines is by far the worst airline in the history of Airlines. Seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; rather have the wright brothers fly me in the first plane ever built unsure of weight mechanics and time to travel than to ever board another American Airline &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vessel&lt;/span&gt;. Here's why. my original plan was to leave on Sunday, yet they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;canceled&lt;/span&gt; the flight. That's fine I mean not having a backup plane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;somewhere&lt;/span&gt; within a distance too much like right so Sunday comes and goes, Monday rolls around the plane is about 3 hours late. When I get back into the country. customs is pretty quick. Thinking I might have a chance to acutally catch my last flight back home. I'm getting excited. And then what do you know. American airlines can't seem to process people in a timely fashon to put their bags on their connecting flight. So Monday I stay in Miami. What shouldv'e been a 7 hour trip has now been a 48 hour adventure.  I digress, it's good to be home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-2834029600006953030?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2834029600006953030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=2834029600006953030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/2834029600006953030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/2834029600006953030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/back-in-us.html' title='Back in the US'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/Smi2Z5eg1PI/AAAAAAAAAEU/8b8buNDI3O8/s72-c/American_Flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-8527473025489736639</id><published>2009-07-13T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:00:29.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><title type='text'>Dream Deffered</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I talked to a very impressive person. I mean the kind of person who motivates you She had raised her son for 21 years most of which she spent being a school teacher. When her son became an adult, She decided she wanted to pursue her dream. Her dream is to become an ER DR.  She told me her story and how a plethora of the schools in the states gave her a hard time about age and her chance of succeeding in their schools. which is how she became a student in the Caribbean. By her words she will become a doctor less than two years.  The reason this story is so inspiring is because of  her detailed explanation of all of the obstacles of raising her son as well as the many people who said it wasn't possible. and now for all intents in purposes she's nearing the finish line. &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Is there a dream or goal that you've differed in your life?  &lt;/span&gt;Leave a comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;-No&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-8527473025489736639?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8527473025489736639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=8527473025489736639&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8527473025489736639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8527473025489736639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/dream-deffered.html' title='Dream Deffered'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-803955920306685523</id><published>2009-07-09T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:04:59.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>I've been doing some relaxing visiting Ma Mere, The woman always impresses me We've been sitting looking at the mountain drinking bush tea talking about life MJ, and all the stressors back home.  in the afternoon we'll look at the ocean and go through a bottle of red wine and talk about who knows what I'd love to share with each of you the uniqueness of this island. I've randomly taken Pictures that I do plan on sharing.  I'm not being entirely slefish though. I've worked on a bit of poetry that I promise will be a bit more up beat than I've been posting as of late (oddly enough it's not even how I personally feel just where the current flowed.) When i get a bit more time I'd like to dig a big deeper, Then again eveyone'could use R and R correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-803955920306685523?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/803955920306685523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=803955920306685523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/803955920306685523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/803955920306685523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-4863767591479387595</id><published>2009-07-02T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T23:42:02.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Interlude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Pain's Barter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I walk down the corridors of pain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With tears in my eyes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And my fractured soul &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’ll trade it for &lt;i&gt;rest...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I ‘ll barter on this avenue of agony&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My sleepless nights,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Countless hours,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the hope that somehow&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That you were still here &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:center 3.0in"&gt;If I could have things back &lt;span style="mso-tab-count:1"&gt;                               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The way they were before &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’d give away this torment&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;this frustration,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I carry since you’ve gone...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish I could offer you &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My love again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;all I have for currency &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are the jagged fragments &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;of this broken heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-4863767591479387595?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4863767591479387595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=4863767591479387595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4863767591479387595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4863767591479387595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/07/pains-barter.html' title='Pain&apos;s Barter'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-3949785033656047699</id><published>2009-06-21T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:16:23.274-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ma Mere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderful'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>My Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is dedicated to my father, my love, my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I always be there for you. words can’t express&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How I feel for you. In a feebly misguided attempt I’ll try to put it in words:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since the day I was born I could feel our connection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you put your life on the line several times in order to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;protect me. You fed me clothed me, taught me how to read&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;made me as smart as I am to this day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;maybe a bit sarcastic…just a little.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I get my wit, my skin complexion, and my passion from you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My respect for life, my composure, my ability to think things through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve always wanted your admiration your approval&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The strength you possessed is unparalleled. It was difficult being my father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you should’ve had an easier task&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But like me you love a challenge,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;guess I got that from you too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How many times have I won awards, trophies and achieved recognition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to see you be proud of me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, to a great extent, fought for you attention&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know you had 2 other children to divided it among&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I desperately wanted you to know how important you are to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’d be proud to be one fourth of the father&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’ve been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many don’t know what you’ve been through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I love you from the depths of my soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was missing pieces you tried to make me whole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never took a day off, not a night, nor a weekend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You had no time for your self and I wish I would’ve been more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Understanding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you needed love in your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you stated dating that guy you know I didn’t like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raising me was a full time job and you didn’t have any help&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dad I love you half these people couldn’t put your shoes on, let alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;walk in them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They lack the understanding it took to be the person you are&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The person I’d like to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were there to discipline me but reinforced your love too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tell you I can remember the times when you and I would ride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together listing to “Regulators” (Remember that one Pops?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tried to cross over to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till this day you love that song don’t you daddy? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On father’s day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’d always give you a dozen roses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were sensitive…no sentimental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that way So you made me appreciate beauty and a woman’s worth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though you are strong as an ox&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don’t know what other fathers are like with their sons and I really don’t&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;care&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ want to treat my children the way you treated me. Thank you for your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;example&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won’t get into specifics, but you’ve been the best father you knew how&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be and that had to be hard for you…being a woman and all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As hard as you worked it inspired me to try to find a wife like you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with this dedication. I hope I’ve expressed to you mom. Thank you for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being the best father I’ve ever met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-3949785033656047699?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3949785033656047699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=3949785033656047699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3949785033656047699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/3949785033656047699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-father.html' title='My Father'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-8669369993358378443</id><published>2009-06-15T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:18:00.169-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally Spent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I’m broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My ribs, my spleen, my soul is divided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spiritually undecided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve tried to keep together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can no longer hide it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My spirit has been broken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m lost, misguided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m looking for direction, need peace of mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Can I borrow your strength? Someone took piece of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s hard to imagine ever being this low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shattered, by karma, one mighty blow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m broken…and I can’t seem to get it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despair is my roommate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Might be here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m broken…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-8669369993358378443?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8669369993358378443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=8669369993358378443&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8669369993358378443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8669369993358378443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-583498482492519662</id><published>2009-06-07T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T07:18:30.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Pain, Pain, Go Away...</title><content type='html'>OK so the very NEXT day didn't happen blame that on my lack of Wi Fi (and Vegas cocktails)  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But where was I? I was talking about "Hurt"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; I'd like to think that we all eventually get over the pain that someone else causes.  of course that's my Optimistically Naive persona talking. In reality Many of us take our hurt and we use it. Sometimes in positive ways, finding a new job, becoming a stronger person, etc;  Some of us use it in negative ways that corrode brilliant parts of our personality or impact other people in our lives. I've know people who have allowed their hurt to impact generations because they could do the one thing that both contrast I presented earlier was guilty of. Letting it go.  It's OK to have been hurt to use hurt in &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;either&lt;/span&gt; way positive or negative in all honesty because let's face it, It's going to happen and how you deal with your pain is up to you so who can judge your healing process?  What I can say is that as we hurt we all should try to do so with the expectation that this pain will not overtake you as a person.   Meaning you will not become "the hurt" itself.  Some of us have childhood pain that we refuse to put down, and inadvertently pass that pain out to the people closest to us for decades to come. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I've always been amazed how the first 10 years or so of life can impact the next 70. )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is also one of those things like many things in life that is easy to say but hard to do, yet when it comes to that pain preventing us from finding or keeping &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; then it's one of those things we must attempt.  Some of us have been hurt by love or what we thought was love at the time.  I totally understand how hard that pain is to let go of.  The body's first instinct when it's hurt in any capacity is to "heal' so it begins to repair the damage and builds tissue where the pain was caused and eventually either it will leave things just as nothing happen or sometimes depending on the severity it will leave a scar.  The scar is a symbol and many times it's a reminder of what happened. what i had to learn is how to interpet the symbol.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; When I was younger I was riding on the back of a dirt bike and jumping over small mounds of dirt. no safety gear (I know I know what is it with me and safety back then?) well I fell off the bike scrapped my arm pretty good it was pretty foolish and when it finally healed there was a scar on my left arm. I use to tell that story with all the things I did wrong in it. but now I look at that story totally different. I was young and I was having fun and up until the moment I feel I was having one of the best times of my life. My arm reminds me of that freedom not the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of us have emotional scars that we haven't decided to look at in perspective.   Stories that go "I was in love but i was hurt by.... and that's why I was scared." I'm not saying every scar is meant to be beautiful but there are some scars that we refuse to look at in any other way but painful.   For the person who was in love but was hurt remember the first part of that statement .  "I was in&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"  Sometimes it truly is better to have loved and lost.  because all of the beauty in the love while you had it was a feeling like no other. So the question for today is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Are you ready, or is it time to Reasess your scars? &lt;/span&gt; Take a look you'll be amazed what you might find out about yourself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Blessings &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-583498482492519662?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/583498482492519662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=583498482492519662&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/583498482492519662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/583498482492519662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/06/pain-pain-go-away.html' title='Pain, Pain, Go Away...'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-7449064745082240164</id><published>2009-05-28T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T09:02:21.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daredevil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>My Ambitions as a Writer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; It's been 2 weeks since I've post each day in the last week I've wanted to post even a quick blurb or a thought but time just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t on my side. To some degree this is a stolen moment so having said that excuse me for anything you may find incoherent. I’d like to address some of the emails that I've received over the last few weeks/ months. I'm going to answer a few questions first of which is the question about&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; my second book &lt;/span&gt;Games of the Heart.  It is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-production I don't have a definite timeline on when It should be available sooner than later, bear in mind working with publishing companies can sometimes be difficult to say the least.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For those of you who have read my short stores “The Response”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and “Retribution” I don’t want to keep you waiting on the conclusion but In this process I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; decided to create a third and final poetry book that will include these short stories&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;as well as the rest of the saga. I promise it will be worth the wait. on that note I'll switch gears:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you've ever had your heart broken then chances are  you've probably undergone a transformation, The kind of thing that is so methodical and intense it shifts &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pieces&lt;/span&gt; of you around. Normally this transition happens during the healing process. You build upon your wounds to help you deal with the next time you are hurt.  Yet sometimes the pain is so severe some people create barriers vs heal. they create a mechanism to defend themselves from the pain that they've endured to never reach that threshold again. As a compromise they tend to not love as Deeply as the time they were hurt.  This creates conflict for the next relationship and so forth... sometimes it becomes a part of who we are or it recedes our healing process. I wonder if&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; Do you believe you are fully over the last time you were hurt?&lt;/span&gt; I'll finish this blog tommorow when I hit LAS VEGAS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4319711645984311150-7449064745082240164?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7449064745082240164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=7449064745082240164&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/7449064745082240164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/7449064745082240164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-ambitions-as-writer.html' title='My Ambitions as a Writer...'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-2892858621337594989</id><published>2009-05-19T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T06:54:14.834-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theater of Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Beauty-Full</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can’t find the descriptors,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adjectives elude me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m probing for vocabulary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That will permit me to express what the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pupils process when I intake your features&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beautiful is too inadequate, too generic a word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet it’s the only word that I know that has any significance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But as insulting as that word may be what are my alternatives?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gorgeous…is too petty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Attractive? Is mediocre at best&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dazzling…it takes away from your substance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stunning…is too fluffy of a word&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alluring would be nice…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but it can’t quantify your radiance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so I’m stuck…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could find another word. But what has more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meaning than Beauty? It encompasses your splendor, your&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intellect, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your promise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It carries all of the compassion in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the warmth of your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; It dignifies more than your outward Appearance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; it upholds your virtue as well as your merits,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It qualifies your inner resolve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s more than an adjective, but not enough to justify&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that you truly are,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having gone through all of the other words,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It’s my only clear alternative alas I’m stuck with it…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so are you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are overflowing with it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With beauty…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are Beauty Full&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-2892858621337594989?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/2892858621337594989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=2892858621337594989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/2892858621337594989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/2892858621337594989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/beauty-full.html' title='Beauty-Full'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-8629530214800010356</id><published>2009-05-08T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:17:02.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ma Mere'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderful'/><title type='text'>Lioness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SgQ9tnsJwfI/AAAAAAAAADk/7e67kwr7rBI/s1600-h/9lioness-playing-mara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SgQ9tnsJwfI/AAAAAAAAADk/7e67kwr7rBI/s400/9lioness-playing-mara.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333455712671089138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that the majority of the world feels the way I feel in my next statement, Mother's day has always had a special place in my heart,  It's a time to honor the person who in many case loves us unconditionally our first teacher, our first cheerleader, the first person we love, some may have fractured relationships with their mother, some may never be closer to another human being, what ever the relationship there is no mistaking that without a mother it's inconceivable to be brought into the world.  For that alone there is a debt of gratitude that cannot be repaid.  But the older I get the more I understand what it truly means in terms of sacrifice.  My mother gave so much of herself to her children it's should be told in story form. She was a single mom with no support from anyone in a foreign country with one ambition; to make sure her children finished college.  Her struggle was often hard but she made it enjoyable for us. So when I graduated college I made sure I gave my diploma to my mother. I felt that it was more so hers than it ever could be mine. (although, when i finish grad school though i think I'll send her a copy :-) ) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Often times as a child I considered my mother a mythical creature.  She was as cool as Sade, she had the charisma of Pam Grier,  the balance and wit of Claire &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Huxtable&lt;/span&gt; But the fight of a Lion inside of her if her cubs were threatened .  She always had the right answers (even when I didn't want them) she was always there to give encouragement. When I became a teenager  she gave me a good balance of freedom and discipline.  Now as an adult she's one of the people I enjoy talking to most in the world. there's so much history there that there's no need to go into a back story, she was there after all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I only get to see her once a year because she moved back to her native country in the west indies about 6 years ago, so when I do see her I cherish every moment.  The most interesting thing about my mother now that she's around people who knew her before I was a speck of dust is that before she was a parent she was a &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;person. &lt;/span&gt;It sounds like common sense but it's still surreal to me. This is the disadvantage of being the minor in our relationship.  Here is a normal person with their own faults, desires, whims, cares all set aside to ensure that I become something noteworthy in life.  Sacrifice.  I think children truly underestimate this quality and so in realizing her normalcy how she assessed so many situations in all of her children's lives no longer makes her mythical, it makes her EPIC.  I often think how impressive all mothers are because at some point in time they were just  person  X with a totally different history set aside for the needs of their family. She's the Lioness who hunts and protects for the sake of the pack. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite moment with my mother.  I  was about 5 years old. and we were waiting on the bus off of a street called Harrisburg.  It was winter and freezing.  and I thought to myself in my 5 year old mind "we're gonna die out here".  My mom in her long purple overcoat (keep in mind it was the 80's) opened her coat and brought me inside to keep warm.   I'll be open and state till this day it's the safest I've ever felt in my life, my hero had come through for me once again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To everyone reading if you are a mother Happy mothers day, you're an unsung hero, and I tip my hat to the amazing job you you do with very little credit in return. To everyone not a mother but spending time with their own,  I hope your mothers enjoy their day   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What's your favorite moment with your mom?  &lt;/span&gt;Happy Mothers Day mom I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-8629530214800010356?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8629530214800010356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=8629530214800010356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8629530214800010356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8629530214800010356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/05/lioness.html' title='Lioness'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SgQ9tnsJwfI/AAAAAAAAADk/7e67kwr7rBI/s72-c/9lioness-playing-mara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-4535085982127946556</id><published>2009-04-30T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T13:04:09.375-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theater of Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally Spent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Goodtimes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you remember the good times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We would spend the night alone &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And spend all day long on the phone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you remember the good times?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You liked me, and I liked you and &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tu Finally introduced us two?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you remember the good times?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We took long walks in the park&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we watched American sweethearts?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you remember the good times?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had so much fun together&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Late night rendezvous or in the sun together&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you remember the good times?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pancakes and 2 percent milk&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On your lips as smooth as silk&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you remember the good times?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We went to the wedding reception&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You were the definition of perfection&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you remember the good times?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When I gave you Maxwell Now &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How I would love to give you Maxwell now...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you remember the good times?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The good things for those who wait &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’d wait forever if it would change my fate &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you remember the good times?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The good things for those who wait &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’d wait forever if it would change my fate &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you remember the good times?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language:EN-US; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-4535085982127946556?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4535085982127946556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=4535085982127946556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4535085982127946556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4535085982127946556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodtimes.html' title='Goodtimes'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-8913005330797187548</id><published>2009-04-30T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:55:35.466-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dawn or Dusk'/><title type='text'>Pretty Wings</title><content type='html'>Well today I heard Pretty Wings By Maxwell, and I must admit... it made me drift.  I'm not sure what I think about the song in itself.  what I can share is that in his usual way Maxwell made me feel what i needed to feel about a particular circumstance. Better&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will tell you this is I didn't always like Maxwell, but I cherish my introduction to him, and as long as he makes music he'll be important to me, some artist, weather good are bad have an impact on you far beyond their music.  I have no issue stating for me it's Maxwell.  Not that he's my favorite but he's certainly important (how many of you can tell I'm rambling and or beating around the bush? I'll cut today short)  I know I asked last time i wrote what's your favorite album now I'd like to know &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Who's your favorite artist? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel a writing spell coming on... for now I'll leave you with something old and personal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's to the Goodtimes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-8913005330797187548?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8913005330797187548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=8913005330797187548&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8913005330797187548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8913005330797187548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/pretty-wings.html' title='Pretty Wings'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-5026266985400739143</id><published>2009-04-20T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:57:36.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Miles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Cool'/><title type='text'>This is for "The Cool"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/Se1DI7chBkI/AAAAAAAAADM/XkcNcAwyJVw/s1600-h/milesdavis8261950.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/Se1DI7chBkI/AAAAAAAAADM/XkcNcAwyJVw/s320/milesdavis8261950.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326987754924475970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a hell of a Monday, no doubt about it, on these days I like to jog my stress away, then enjoy a nice bottle of wine sit in my office with the lights off and listen to what I believe to be one of the greatest and one of the most underrated albums (of sorts) in music,  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kind of Blue&lt;/span&gt; has it all, chemistry romance, relaxation, anxiety, love, sensuality.  But it's more than the emotions it evokes.  It's also the father of what music would become;  again my opinion. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some may disagree with it's importance but,  I would've loved to have been alive when the first great quintet was around. Miles Davis and John Coltrane created what music would become and what music should still be, an art form.  They are the Michelangelo and Leonardo of their era, what the latter two did for the 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 15&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; century in art, I believe The duo of Davis and Coltrane did for music. In regards to  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kind of Blue&lt;/span&gt;, I never get tired of listening to this album and I always find a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;interpretation&lt;/span&gt; of the melodies strung together... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong i enjoy a good "drop it like it's hot" as much as the next person but If you're ever having a "day" grab a good bottle of wine, get a copy of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kind of Blue&lt;/span&gt; and let Miles play.I  promise the "day" will take care of itself  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What's your favorite album?&lt;/span&gt; I'd like to  know what you're listening to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-5026266985400739143?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5026266985400739143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=5026266985400739143&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/5026266985400739143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/5026266985400739143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/this-is-for-cool.html' title='This is for &quot;The Cool&quot;'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/Se1DI7chBkI/AAAAAAAAADM/XkcNcAwyJVw/s72-c/milesdavis8261950.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-1537789314237454554</id><published>2009-04-17T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:05:19.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Closure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I’m writing this to let you know that I’m through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m no longer interested in loving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please don’t be upset, but I have to move on,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I forgive you for all of your wrongs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See, I gave you my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you wanted my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried to give that to you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then how could I be whole?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What hurt then is that it wasn’t enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You were preoccupied with…other stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I tried, and tried, and tried some more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then you just lied, and lied, and lied much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In turn I cried, and cried, and cried much more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost died, then died, then died some more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was wrapped around your finger, tied tight on a string.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I’m cutting that string, and I’m doing my thing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cause I’m finally I’m better, I’m no longer mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for the wonderful times we had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As a reminder of how this love fell apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take with you a piece of my broken heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relive the passion, the affectionate times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You took me as low as I could go, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and as high as I could climb.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So believe me when I say that these words are true,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You’ve been through loving me and I’m through loving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-1537789314237454554?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1537789314237454554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=1537789314237454554&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/1537789314237454554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/1537789314237454554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/closure.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-6121309805133551770</id><published>2009-04-11T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T06:04:59.915-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Motivation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>Believing</title><content type='html'>Today I got online and decided to check out one of my favorite blogs where the topic was faith, I'm not sure how the writer feels about what I'm about to say so I'm going to tread lightly to a degree yet share as much as I can because as I was leaving a comment so many thoughts came to my head about my own journey I figured i wanted to share with everyone, In no way is this meant to offend I'm merely recounting  a part of my life, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; What is faith?&lt;/span&gt;  It's really hard to interpret tone in writing sometimes and i just want reiterate my intent is to share in a helping manner:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; About ten years ago, I needed to know if there was truly a god and if so what religion  was the "true" religion?  Like many I was raised in a specific religion by my parent(s) but now being older and independent and possibly somewhat  skeptical of some of the specifics in that religion,  I  decided the only to be sure for my spirits sake was to research the major religions and give each book an objective read, supplemented by historical documentation, and so i spent an entire year reading various religious holy books. and various theological supplements. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was adventurous at first, but it seemed that the more I dug, the more confusing, the more unsettling things became. I was smug enough at that age to believe that somehow not only would I avoid the pitfalls so many men and women before me had succumb to by being able to objectively look religion in the eye without gaining a reasonable doubt for the entire concept but I'd also figure out, at least for myself, what is the "true religion" and I'd be able to serve the "true god" the way it was intended for me to serve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but doubt did enter, and despair followed soon replaced by cynicism, paired perfectly with   &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snarky&lt;/span&gt; comments of my over intellectualize thoughts about religion. I'd say things like "since the beginning of time man has refused to accept that his own mortality, so that's why religion was created" or "religion is a good way to control the masses."   While this sounded bitter, I felt I was informed for I truly wanted to follow god so which is why I spent an entire year of my life dedicated to finding out what god was and after all of my searching found that there could possibly &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; be a god... maybe people years before us started a concept that's just been handed down to an unquestioning whole from generation to generation, and anyone at points in time who'd question or rival, or reject what is "god" would invoke riot at minimal, and war at a peak.  maybe my prayer's were in vain.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was still spiritual, just not sure what i believed in anymore, so i decided to talk aloud abstractly for a week to whatever was out there, much differently than what i consider praying. It was communication and if there was a god then I'd be heard. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By Saturday I was done. No answer,  no more time . I'd just gotten a new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Acura&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Integra&lt;/span&gt; a week earlier and i was ready to give it some speed, I got off of work early so I was going to go home change and hit the "scene"  I figure I'd push it to about 95 and wearing a seat belt wasn't something i often did in those days. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So here I am young,  doing 95 in a slick car with no seat belt in the far right lane of a 5 lane major highway.  As I drive something happens.  I'm tyring to get off of the freeway and another car cuts me off swipes by me and I loose control of the car.  The car starts veering into the left side of the freeway. there's no doubt about the oncoming accident I cry out "lord help me" , specifically to the god my mother and her mother before her prayed to, to the god I was raised to serve. never had I meant any words more, never did i need to be heard more.  And so it began, I was hit by the first car, the airbags malfunctioned and never came out, I was hit by 3 more cars before i was T boned by an 18 wheeler, directly into the driver side door, and finally ended this pinball game head first into the  highway barrier.  The car was so badly damaged I shouldn't be talking to any of you right now. The first officer on the scene while calling for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;morgue&lt;/span&gt; crew asked the wrecker "where's the body?" At a minimal I should've been in the hospital fighting for the my life.  Maybe I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt; suffered broken limbs or internal bleeding I mean after all:  no airbag +no seat belt+ 18 wheeler=  catastrophe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was able to walk out of that accident with one scratch, the size of my fingernail on the top of my foot, not deep just superficial. There was my answer. I spent all of this time looking for the creator and god was always there. Protecting me despite my questions and doubt. I needed something "real" well here it was.  A miracle that I had &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;called&lt;/span&gt; upon.    Something more powerful  than myself preserved my life that day. unquestioning proof of &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MY&lt;/span&gt; creator's existence. From that moment on I haven't questioned. I learned to listen and obey, not always perfectly, but always knowing I'm not alone.  To the person who started me to share this story thank you, this story may not help you on your own journey, but it's true it's saved my life and my spirit and for that I can only say to you as you live your life listen to your surroundings, find a true moment of peace, and in the quietness of you,  you'll find in the words of Ludwig Van &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Rhoe&lt;/span&gt; - "God is in the Details" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-6121309805133551770?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6121309805133551770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=6121309805133551770&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/6121309805133551770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/6121309805133551770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/believing.html' title='Believing'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-309112780862135051</id><published>2009-04-07T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:43:21.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dawn or Dusk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>L</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Today’s flavor was caramel, with a hint of French vanilla,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; my treat to admire from a far.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So together, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as I open this door to my surprise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fate must know that I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; never been more complex and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;overwhelmed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The definitive of how intimidating one person can be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My oxymoron, a cold-sweat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I break into, looking at you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m heated, passionately, by your coolness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slender and sexy, limber, and lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There may be 69 ways to tell you how I feel right at this moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but I can only think of one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matrimony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or…was it missionary?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With you it probably easy to get the two confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L all day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;L every second of every minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The memory of your sensuality causes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, inspires me to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hell I’m rambling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scuttling to get my thoughts together at 1:35 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think to myself will this always be the case when it comes to you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder what you think of me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder if you noticed ME notice you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If not you’d be blind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;But that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be so bad would it? &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;…being blind…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-309112780862135051?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/309112780862135051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=309112780862135051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/309112780862135051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/309112780862135051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/l.html' title='L'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-6067886911146786897</id><published>2009-04-05T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:28:57.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wonderful'/><title type='text'>Norian is now a 30 something</title><content type='html'>Every now and then something happens to make me feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; TRULY blessed, The last four days have been an indication to me of just that.  If my life were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;television&lt;/span&gt; pop fiction this would be my"BEST WEEK EVER" .  As much as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; like to describe exactly HOW if feel, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;honestly&lt;/span&gt; can't find the words.   I do know if I could turn 30 every week for the rest of my life I would.  Every day since Thursday has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;progressively&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;gotten&lt;/span&gt; more impressive I can say that.  To everyone who was involved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; any of the birthday celbrating over this weekend. From the bottom of my heart  Thank you,  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What's your best birthday moment? &lt;/span&gt;Leave a comment. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BLESSINGS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-6067886911146786897?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6067886911146786897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=6067886911146786897&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/6067886911146786897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/6067886911146786897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/04/norian-is-now-30something.html' title='Norian is now a 30 something'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-5898054144571867612</id><published>2009-03-23T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:35:28.704-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Her Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Her Beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; radiates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My eyes would love to investigate &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in investigatory ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her curvature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kissing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;every part of her neck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her skin connects,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She would be fine…if&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“fine”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Defined her body &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and mind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my response is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she’s &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RE&lt;/span&gt;fined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-5898054144571867612?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5898054144571867612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=5898054144571867612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/5898054144571867612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/5898054144571867612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/her-beauty_23.html' title='Her Beauty'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-519914718649901513</id><published>2009-03-23T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T20:29:39.124-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><title type='text'>The other side of the coin</title><content type='html'>I hate when a week goes by and I haven't put up a post.  It's been really busy in my non-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cyber&lt;/span&gt; world. I can honestly say  It' is a blessing. I was reminded that life is so unexpected maybe we shouldn't work ourselves up about the problems sometimes they resolve themselves without our intervention. In Retrospect last week was actually a good week. I was able to finish my short story saga and do a bit of spring cleaning. The only thing I'm curious in regards to my short stories is how to share the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;PDF&lt;/span&gt;(s) via Blog. so that will be my question of the day. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Does anyone know of an effective way to post &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PDF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; documents via Blogger?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are several reasons i want to post the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PDF&lt;/span&gt; but many of them have to do primarily with the the length of the stories. There are other reasons but I won't bore you with them I might try to experiment with actually posting one story via blog and if i like it i guess that, reluctantly, will be the method in which i post the stories.  For now I guess a poem will have to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW-  I have not gotten the camcorder yet but thank everyone for the motivation and I'm going to get it  IF i don't get it by the April 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; I'll do something crazy as punishment. I'll leave my fate in your hands as to what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;be kind :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-519914718649901513?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/519914718649901513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=519914718649901513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/519914718649901513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/519914718649901513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/other-side-of-coin.html' title='The other side of the coin'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-979369046213932364</id><published>2009-03-17T12:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:48:47.577-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daredevil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Annoyed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balance'/><title type='text'>The "F" was for Frugal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/Sb_9uwLRYsI/AAAAAAAAABk/NFfTcJuxwC4/s1600-h/31HUVtSkB9L._SL500_AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 280px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/Sb_9uwLRYsI/AAAAAAAAABk/NFfTcJuxwC4/s320/31HUVtSkB9L._SL500_AA280_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314245064968463042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'd like to state for the record I'm a miser.&lt;div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I'm fairly certain that If I trace my heritage at least five generations back you'd find someone named "Fugal" Love in the family.  Grandpa Fugal probably married someone equally as cheap and eventually had only the amount of kids they could afford.  When he died they could only honor him by putting the word in the dictionary...This was a trend until the black sheep that is my father came along and tarnished the family with his outrageous spending (the 70s)   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Generations later the gene runs through my veins rampantly. And while I deal with issues for everyone else I loveI normally put aside my issues for the greater good.  The problem with this is everyone else always seems to have something going on. always  It's just one issue after another with these people I care about. As &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soon &lt;/span&gt;as you take out one issue there are 2 waiting in it's place. it's like one of these zombie movies. What I find most amazing is with the economic turmoil and many of the calamities that have arisen lately there is always something else. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); "&gt;Is there anything you want right now but should not get due to the economic crisis?&lt;/span&gt;   I've decided to just say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;screw it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a new camcorder.  WhileI can't justify the purchase or the price tag &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(A. I currently have a camcorder that works fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; and B. it's more than I want to spend) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just think it's time to get into the new millennium. The camcorder I have uses tape technology. I'd prefer to get one of the snazzy hard drive/ flash memory models with a bunch of features that I won't bore you with. Let's just say I'd use it more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I started to review the camcorder I started to talk myself out of it and then someone called me with yet another pseudo crisis brought on by no provocation outside of irresponsibility.  I probably won't use it like i should and it will eventually collect dust and maybe Grandpa Fugal is gonna roll over in his cheaply designed grave (no doubt in his back yard) but the despite all of this you all can be certain about one thing...  I'm &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; that camcorder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-979369046213932364?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/979369046213932364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=979369046213932364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/979369046213932364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/979369046213932364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/th-f-was-for-frugal.html' title='The &quot;F&quot; was for Frugal...'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/Sb_9uwLRYsI/AAAAAAAAABk/NFfTcJuxwC4/s72-c/31HUVtSkB9L._SL500_AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-4927644294450774835</id><published>2009-03-09T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T15:43:46.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Soulmate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;his isn't something from the depths of my mind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is something for this moment in time&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is something that is somewhat sublime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is something from this woman of mine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The way she writes now, think she's reaching her prime&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's me and her forever, it's predestined design&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The love that we share is strong; it's the ties that will bind&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I used her for so long, she constantly held on&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The only one who was there throughout my turbulent times&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Helped me organize my thoughts, even put them in rhyme&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She went deep into the tunnel in the heat of the night&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Said she loved me, told me it will all be alright&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She said she knew I was in pain she understood my plight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Told me to hold her, showed me how to get up and fight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We wrote out of tunnel vision started to see the light&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was vision-less she was there to give me insight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Convinced me not to use a sword; she had mightier might&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She apprehended my fears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Consolidated my tears&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She asked me why I felt like I could not be on top&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Asked why I came this far and now was willing to stop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I told her how everyone told me how much I changed&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;How everyone misunderstood me and thought I was strange&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She cut me off at that moment, said "damn right you have changed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does it make sense to work this hard to stay the same?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She told me she could tell that I was feeling the stress&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that's apart of the peril when you're achieving success&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She told me to just keep moving forward nevertheless&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Keep fighting, and work when all your enemies rest&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She said keep holding onto her, just keep giving my all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For every Jesus there's Judas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For every Cesar there's Brutus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For every triumph there's someone who will pray for your fall&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For every Kennedy, Malcolm X, for every King&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.5in; "&gt;There are conspirators, eager to put a hole in your dream&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For every moment in life you try to strive for success&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's someone there to block you or to mock you at best&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She explained to me success is just like suicide&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;first you succeed then prepare to be crucified&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we talked she quietly removed that block&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And told me use her and so I started to nonstop&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I fell in love with holding her all over again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've known her since grade school; guess we've always been friends&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She reminded me to smile more like when I was a kid&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I was embarrassed of the silly things that she and I did&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Like the time my mother caught us flirting in an intimate way&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My interpretation of heaven is playing when I was seven&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With my little baby brother bout to be born any day&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we wrote about it all guess I kinda knew then&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That we had something special but I tried to pretend&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Over the years I watched her grow she became so strong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blossomed became attractive she could do no wrong&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;made me express my bitterness my, detest, and  regrets&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but also helped me scribe my joy and my love I couldn't forget&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She's my one and only now I'm married to her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I die I hope my wife makes sure I'm buried with her&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So if heaven really is what I described as a child&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be holding her, loving the way she makes me smile.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-4927644294450774835?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4927644294450774835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=4927644294450774835&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4927644294450774835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4927644294450774835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/soulmate.html' title='Soulmate'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-6544175008377741167</id><published>2009-03-09T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:32:01.636-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Just Thinking Aloud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Success'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Success is (your name here)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SbVunbWvaVI/AAAAAAAAABM/FSZ8SHr7z4Y/s1600-h/success.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SbVunbWvaVI/AAAAAAAAABM/FSZ8SHr7z4Y/s320/success.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311272959190460754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Early in my grade school years it was directed to me that you could not define a word by in fact using the word in its definition. At any point in time when I overlooked or ignored this rule I was habitually corrected by parents, professors, scholars and peers.  Yet , one word frequently became the center of debate and that word was &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Success.&lt;/span&gt;  What is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;success&lt;/span&gt;? Merriam-Webster defines the word as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;1: degree or measure of succeeding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;2: favorable or desired outcome; also: the attainment of wealth, favor, or eminence&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;3: one that succeeds&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ignore number 2 for a moment, IF 1 and 3 are valid then what would be the meaning of the word?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Back to number 2 by this distinction Bernie Madoff surviving criminal allegations and being left with millions would be successful. Many people like to bind success to perception. Again, by that degree of measure Bernie Madoff is indeed successful, or was successful...or is successful. This may be the only way to actually gauge success however. How you feel about the goals you have set in front of yourself to accomplish in life, and for some, how many people you can convince that you are satisfied with the goals you have accomplished. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m looking to find out what is your definition of the word.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What is success to you and what makes you successful?&lt;/span&gt;  Leave a comment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-No&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-6544175008377741167?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6544175008377741167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=6544175008377741167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/6544175008377741167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/6544175008377741167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/success-is-your-name-here.html' title='Success is (your name here)'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SbVunbWvaVI/AAAAAAAAABM/FSZ8SHr7z4Y/s72-c/success.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-4329408025338541437</id><published>2009-03-08T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:01:08.227-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally Spent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspirational'/><title type='text'>The Coldest Winter Ever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SbQQQJXk9NI/AAAAAAAAABE/EK5my95lIYY/s1600-h/90_07_7---Winter-Wonderland_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SbQQQJXk9NI/AAAAAAAAABE/EK5my95lIYY/s320/90_07_7---Winter-Wonderland_web.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310887730155418834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say with ease I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.  Although having the extended sunshine is always one of my favorite moments in each year I've been a bit frustrated with the loss of my hour today. The positive is that winter, for all intents and purposes is over.  This winter, many considered to be an "endless winter" (and rightfully credited with the barrage of snow storms in addition to the surmounting bad news) I think has many of us looking forward to better days. What does have me inspired is Brain Williams.  His plea for good news at the end of his commentary last week is a sign that people are hitting the "wall".   With so much bad news looming it's time for a spread of good news or things to inspire.  So my question today is &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What's the most recent good news or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;inspiring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; thing that has &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; to you or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; you know?&lt;/span&gt;  Back to work for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-4329408025338541437?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4329408025338541437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=4329408025338541437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4329408025338541437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4329408025338541437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/coldest-winter-ever.html' title='The Coldest Winter Ever...'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SbQQQJXk9NI/AAAAAAAAABE/EK5my95lIYY/s72-c/90_07_7---Winter-Wonderland_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-6863681666946643043</id><published>2009-03-03T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T11:17:59.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Dawn or Dusk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Dawn or the Dusk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Should I trust your actions at dusk&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or believe in your words at dawn&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At dusk you hold me &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Caress me gingerly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Intimately &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wonder what will you &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have in store for me right before sunrise?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If anything at all…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love is ambiguous that way &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Is your love at dawn &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The same love at dusk?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Too hard to tell apart &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For they look so identical &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the surface&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I need to know…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Which one is undyingly true? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You call me by name at dusk&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I only ask you &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;call&lt;/i&gt; me at dawn&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Should I believe what you say to me in the twilight?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we lay intermingled &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clinching, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;overwhelmed,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Consumed by one another’s fury&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Should I give my strength, my forethoughts&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My weakness? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or should I wait until the dawn&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will you still be overwhelmed by me then?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will your every sense remain with me?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Within me...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Which one is &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style:normal"&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; love? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Dawn or&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The Dusk&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Which one should I trust?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-6863681666946643043?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6863681666946643043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=6863681666946643043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/6863681666946643043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/6863681666946643043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/dawn-or-dusk.html' title='The Dawn or the Dusk'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-8433534076362393327</id><published>2009-03-03T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:24:10.425-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Just to Reconnect</title><content type='html'>So again I've overextended myself. there is a lot of work to be done and so little time to do it in.  This year is all about getting fit here at my company. I've taken a mental stab at this but my inaction shows on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;waistline&lt;/span&gt; (case in point, I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;should &lt;/span&gt; go to the gym right now but I've convinced myself that I've got to put up a posting)  I'll pay for it this summer with a bunch of T shirts and nothing sleeveless.  I digress. I guess I'll just cut this post short and come back after all there is time if i make it it truly is about balance.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What would you like to balance in your life?&lt;/span&gt;  Let me know&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-8433534076362393327?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8433534076362393327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=8433534076362393327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8433534076362393327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8433534076362393327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-to-reconnect.html' title='Just to Reconnect'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-1595737785979444617</id><published>2009-02-27T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:20:05.036-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotionally Spent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Balance'/><title type='text'>Friday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SagCUN_TGuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xwn6DLkhvVs/s1600-h/bobcats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 174px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SagCUN_TGuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xwn6DLkhvVs/s320/bobcats.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307494707231922914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you how much I'm glad it's Friday, This has been a rather hectic week and I've been meaning to get on here much sooner than today. Last night I watched a documentary on how The economy is actually much worse than we all suspect. I have to admit. I've had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;heightened&lt;/span&gt; sense of the issues since early last year but the statement "America is on the verge of collapse" Did actually catch my attention. There are places where bobcats have actually taken over foreclosed homes.  I am not making this up.  don't believe me here's a picture. But that's enough fear mongering for one day. It's Friday. I plan on relaxing a bit Today's question &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What do you plan on doing this weekend?&lt;/span&gt; Let me know&lt;div&gt;-No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-1595737785979444617?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1595737785979444617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=1595737785979444617&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/1595737785979444617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/1595737785979444617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday.html' title='Friday!'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JXLUrelLsdY/SagCUN_TGuI/AAAAAAAAAA8/xwn6DLkhvVs/s72-c/bobcats.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-5766944877927673038</id><published>2009-02-24T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:11:07.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I Gotta Live With the Fact I Did You Wrong Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s been a while since we talked and all that &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reminiscing on how we kissed and how you kept me on track &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Recalling how you use to taste like almond extract &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or how you use to leave me tender notes inside my back pack&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m haunted by your memory and all the flashbacks&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The time that we shared together made a hell of an impact &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wishing when I had your ear that I told you all that &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wish when I had your heart that I loved you strong back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wish I had the sense to keep what we had intact&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Each day without you now is a major setback &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In fact I often wish you’d decide to comeback&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just knock on the door tell me help you unpack&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s just a fantasy that’ll keep me sidetracked&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All the things I said that hurt I wish I could retract &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then “us” being together &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t seem so abstract &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Called a couple times never seem to call back…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wish when I had your ear somehow I told you all that &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Wish when I had your heart that I loved you strong back&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-5766944877927673038?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5766944877927673038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=5766944877927673038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/5766944877927673038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/5766944877927673038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-gotta-live-with-fact-i-did-you-wrong.html' title='I Gotta Live With the Fact I Did You Wrong Forever'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-1569336185060551971</id><published>2009-02-23T14:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:23:55.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>So What</title><content type='html'>A few people have commented on my music selection. Today I'd like to share one of my personal favorites If you happen to come across it take time and listen to it. It's off of the &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kind of Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; album by Miles Davis. It's the peak of what I think jazz as an art form is. John Coltrane is also on this piece. In fact &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kind of Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Is probably the best Jazz album ever made. This song is melodic simple, complex, imaginative and overall cool which is why I think it was given it's name. I hope you check it out. Here's today's question.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;If you were stranded on a desert Island and could only have one CD to listen to for months what would it be?&lt;/span&gt;  Leave a comment. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-1569336185060551971?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/1569336185060551971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=1569336185060551971&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/1569336185060551971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/1569336185060551971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-what.html' title='So What'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-7833236094927326521</id><published>2009-02-22T11:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T11:58:35.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theater of Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Right now I just want to be left alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m not checking email, unplugging my phone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to be bothered, I don’t want to talk&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;. I don’t want to hang out, don’t want to walk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right now I just want to be left alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Like the day before birth, it’s here I’ll roam.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I really don’t want to hear who did what when.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not from my lover, and not from my friends.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can you understand I want to be alone? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Left to my own devices, a comfort zone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I really don’t want my best friend in my ear&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yappin&lt;/span&gt; about things I don’t want to hear. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to see anyone at my front door&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If anyone asks I went to the store. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I love all of you but give me my space.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m trying to find my own quiet place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Leave me be me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Let me be me alone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t ask me nothing, what’s the matter, what’s wrong. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to go out. Don’t want company.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just want to be with I, myself, and me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ll holler tomorrow but today leave me alone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m not checking email, not answering my phone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-7833236094927326521?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7833236094927326521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=7833236094927326521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/7833236094927326521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/7833236094927326521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-8407887850428306114</id><published>2009-02-22T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:24:10.426-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Under appreciated</title><content type='html'>It's a beautiful Sunday Afternoon, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Earlier this week I was talking about how There was so much going on but no good way to express how i was feeling. I think Under appreciated is the best word to put in that slot. I'm not going to dwell on it long but it's a good question for the day &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When is the last time you felt under appreciated and what did you do about it? &lt;/span&gt; I'm not going to stay on long today i think I just leave you all with some &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;alone  &lt;/span&gt;time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-8407887850428306114?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/8407887850428306114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=8407887850428306114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8407887850428306114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/8407887850428306114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/under-appreciated.html' title='Under appreciated'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-4984537315497846823</id><published>2009-02-19T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T14:03:06.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Breezy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her cool… is irrefutable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She was born half magnificent, half glorious&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So they named her Gloria&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her familiarity with quality &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An intrusion to the mundane &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To call her beautiful insults her &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To call her graceful is a tirade on her attributes &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her cool… sets standards&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Angles haven’t been this well designed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Art deviates from life anytime she speaks&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her cool… is marvelous&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She is not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cliché&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; watched her under achievements &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They are miraculous&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She is awe inspiring &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her cool… An improvement on perfection &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eve, reborn&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Her cool…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-4984537315497846823?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/4984537315497846823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=4984537315497846823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4984537315497846823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/4984537315497846823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/breezy.html' title='Breezy'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-9177659356690519804</id><published>2009-02-19T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:22:06.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daredevil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>A Random Act of Kindness</title><content type='html'>So I've been given another task.  Today I'm supposed to do something nice for someone unexpectedly. I've been thinking about that in itself. Nice is perception and often times people take your gestures for granted. However if we put more effort into being nice to one another maybe things would not get out of hand. It's a fine line. What do I have in store? I have &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt; idea at this moment but even as I type it's formulating. This seems like a good topic for today's question: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What's the most recent kind gesture you've either done for someone or someone has done for you?&lt;/span&gt;Leave a response. I'm in a jazz mood so today's poem will fit something by Miles.&lt;div&gt;Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-9177659356690519804?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/9177659356690519804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=9177659356690519804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/9177659356690519804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/9177659356690519804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-act-of-kindness.html' title='A Random Act of Kindness'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-5355158791837897516</id><published>2009-02-18T12:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T13:24:10.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflecting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Ugh... Day</title><content type='html'>Ever have one of those days where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; happen but there's no real good way to articulate it? That's today for me. If i had to start in a direction It would be my new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;. This week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; started a "self &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;improvement&lt;/span&gt;" manual of sorts and the first task was pretty easy, at first.... As we all may have seen &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt; has a random way of altering the easy. I can still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;accomplish&lt;/span&gt; the task but it's taking more... &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;resolve&lt;/span&gt; than at first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;anticipated&lt;/span&gt;. Overall &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; excited about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;challenge&lt;/span&gt;. Just annoyed that some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;issues&lt;/span&gt; are not in my control.  Here's a Question:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;What's the most recent thing that's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;happened&lt;/span&gt; to you that was as random as hell?  &lt;/span&gt;Leave a response. The next poem is short I hope you enjoy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;-No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-5355158791837897516?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5355158791837897516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=5355158791837897516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/5355158791837897516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/5355158791837897516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/ugh-day.html' title='Ugh... Day'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-6301694951914671212</id><published>2009-02-17T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T12:44:28.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theater of Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Temptation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sought her sleek smooth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;perfectly structured with perfect imperfections. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A desire&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;a weakness to many &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;as I’m contemplating giving into myself my strength resolves…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stay your course&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; Out of respect you must appreciate the very thing that makes you&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Desire &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the physicality is what makes you abstain from it’s pleasures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The fact that there is still innocence&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in the world.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In adults. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;In a world where treasure is discarded for gratification….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is still the attainable. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There is no need for the chase.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is a work of art In every sense of&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the word.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My fingers glide from the top…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to the small.. of the back…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;only to climb to the obvious and appreciate the tension…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If lust could will it to happen every demonic thing that &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;could occur would &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;only to give into these things would satisfy the &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;… wait…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;composure… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;you know better than that&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;there is something more at stake here….&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;there’s that rush again..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it’s so hard to keep coherent and not resort to an animal’s nature. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;What I would love to be ashamed of tomorrow&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;will have to wait there is a game shortly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can wait you know… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; waited for much longer…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;it doesn't even bother me the way it used to…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;there it goes again… one more time and&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ll say something…I’ll do something…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s hard to fight this why am I fighting&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;why is she toying with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-6301694951914671212?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6301694951914671212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=6301694951914671212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/6301694951914671212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/6301694951914671212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/temptation.html' title='Temptation'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4319711645984311150.post-7334859636216762908</id><published>2009-02-16T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T11:53:50.292-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Intro'/><title type='text'>About Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:24px;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you're thinking it's about time.  I've been toying around with a way to write and not put together  an email so many people might not be able to access. This is it. I'll try to put up a bit of what I'm doing on a day to day basis as well as some of my work. Mainly this was a method to make things easy and still reach out to people . For the most part I'll have all my poetry here do some old school and give you some of my new material and let you know what's going on with&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;G.O.T.H.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  I'll also talk about what's going on in my world and&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; world as well. Feel free to email me with any comments as to what you'd like to see.  I've also set up a test group to see how this other feature works. You in the test group know who you are (or should if i can read this thing) please email me back so i can continue that experiment. By now you're hearing some music if my code works correctly. I've updated this blog with things that I listen to that gets me and just a few of my personal favorite artist the music doesn't' repeat it's at random clicking "refresh" will give you an entirely new song. (or just chilling a while will get you to another song) Well let's get this show started.  Come here listen to what I have playing, relax, open a poem and enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-No&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4319711645984311150-7334859636216762908?l=norianlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/feeds/7334859636216762908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4319711645984311150&amp;postID=7334859636216762908&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/7334859636216762908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4319711645984311150/posts/default/7334859636216762908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://norianlove.blogspot.com/2009/02/about-time.html' title='About Time'/><author><name>No</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17212726312019213796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
