<?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-5382697391812023276</id><updated>2012-02-16T22:26:24.268-05:00</updated><category term='tired sick more'/><category term='me'/><category term='Mami'/><category term='In my Opinion'/><category term='the confusing life we all live'/><category term='Cherlene'/><category term='possibility'/><category term='The Misunderstanding of LIFE'/><category term='I love them'/><category term='have a great day'/><category term='the opposite sex'/><category term='live love laugh life friends'/><category term='Pieces of Jill Scott'/><category term='food for thought'/><category term='may the lord bless those who did it and guide them into the right path.'/><category term='Frida'/><category term='broken heart'/><category term='2 to make 1'/><category term='Don&apos;t have to like just read it'/><category term='liars'/><category term='Not for us to plan...'/><category term='and Happiness... it&apos;s within you'/><category term='just a thought'/><category term='cherlenes Love... post'/><category term='Questions'/><category term='friends life family dude'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='Love'/><category term='relationships with people'/><category term='Peace'/><category term='men'/><category term='live love laugh friends family life'/><category term='everything lovers should aim to be'/><category term='funny people'/><category term='happie Sunday'/><category term='On a Little Path'/><category term='having a form of expression to get through tough situations is freaking awesome'/><title type='text'>Views through Ambitious Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is for everyone with a dream. Share everything that is on your mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>82</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-886863739718245913</id><published>2011-10-04T19:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T12:57:23.610-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='broken heart'/><title type='text'>Missing You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font face="lucida grande"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking up at the sky and wondering if your looking down at me&lt;br /&gt;Praying each day that you can feel the love I had for you&lt;br /&gt;Each day is hard but knowing that you are at peace will one day bring me joy&lt;br /&gt;I could never say you were like a father to me because you were my father&lt;br /&gt;We had a bond&lt;br /&gt;As the sun sets and it's dark orange color fades from the sky&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder... where are you now?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-886863739718245913?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/886863739718245913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=886863739718245913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/886863739718245913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/886863739718245913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2011/10/missing-you.html' title='Missing You'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-1322196111827815840</id><published>2010-05-26T23:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T23:31:19.957-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not for us to plan...'/><title type='text'>Sometimes</title><content type='html'>In life people lose site of the big picture starring them in the face.&lt;br /&gt; Many times we're blinded by the little pieces of the puzzle that we think may shift our destined plans in life to favor our wants and desires.&lt;br /&gt; But it's up to us to understand that sometimes life isn't about us... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-1322196111827815840?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/1322196111827815840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=1322196111827815840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/1322196111827815840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/1322196111827815840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2010/05/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-3516859178984041155</id><published>2010-05-24T21:53:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:58:32.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've taken my strength back and told the world enough with your negative energy. I can do this. My life will not be perfect but I can get past the imperfections. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-3516859178984041155?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3516859178984041155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=3516859178984041155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/3516859178984041155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/3516859178984041155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2010/05/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-579389618894647797</id><published>2010-05-21T16:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:30:12.586-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mami'/><title type='text'>I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to run to you, I love you with all of my heart, soul, and being&lt;br /&gt;I run to you because you are my shelter, my strength, my main motivation to succeed&lt;br /&gt;Without you I would have been nonexistent&lt;br /&gt;Although I may sometimes get stressed out by your actions, I know that what you do is because you love me&lt;br /&gt;And for that I just want to run to you, because I know you will always have my best interest&lt;br /&gt;Even when it feels like I'm alone, I know I'm not because you are there every day without fail&lt;br /&gt;And because of that I love…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-579389618894647797?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/579389618894647797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/579389618894647797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-love-you.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-2690956261323592490</id><published>2010-05-21T16:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T16:12:34.877-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='having a form of expression to get through tough situations is freaking awesome'/><title type='text'>Why is it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why would you push someone into an uncomfortable position for kicks?&lt;br /&gt;Respect is a characteristic that you lack&lt;br /&gt;It's not funny&lt;br /&gt;You put me in a place I do not like to be in&lt;br /&gt;Just let me do me, peacefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop trying so hard,&lt;br /&gt;Why the need to stay up on materials you do not need&lt;br /&gt;Why change attitudes when around different crowds of your own peers,&lt;br /&gt;Being one of you is all you should need&lt;br /&gt;Why the need to only remember what you please&lt;br /&gt;You said to me we not how we used to, it's kind of hard when now its 2 vs. 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall back,&lt;br /&gt;I sit and wonder where I went wrong, since I can only control and fix my actions&lt;br /&gt;And then I realize I'm good living, loving and laughing without pushing others down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Just breathe&lt;br /&gt;Stop focusing so much on me focus on you and yours and maybe things could get better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only continue to pray for you&lt;br /&gt;And forgive and forget, and that’s what I shall do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-2690956261323592490?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2690956261323592490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=2690956261323592490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2690956261323592490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2690956261323592490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-is-it.html' title='Why is it'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-857764351707917144</id><published>2010-03-28T15:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:23:54.196-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Don&apos;t have to like just read it'/><title type='text'>I Said to Poetry by Alice Walker</title><content type='html'>I said to poetry: 'I'm finished&lt;br /&gt;with you.'&lt;br /&gt;Having to almost die&lt;br /&gt;before some weird light&lt;br /&gt;comes creeping through&lt;br /&gt;is no fun.&lt;br /&gt;'No thank you, Creation,&lt;br /&gt;no muse need apply.&lt;br /&gt;I'm out for good times--&lt;br /&gt;at the very least,&lt;br /&gt;some painless convention.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry laid back&lt;br /&gt;and played dead&lt;br /&gt;until this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't sad or anything,&lt;br /&gt;only restless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry said: 'You remember&lt;br /&gt;the desert, and how glad you were&lt;br /&gt;that you have an eye&lt;br /&gt;to see it with? You remember&lt;br /&gt;that, if ever so slightly?'&lt;br /&gt;I said: 'I didn't hear that.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, its five o' clock in the a.m.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not getting up&lt;br /&gt;in the dark&lt;br /&gt;to talk to you.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry said: 'But think about the time&lt;br /&gt;you saw the moon&lt;br /&gt;over that small canyon&lt;br /&gt;that you liked much better&lt;br /&gt;than the grand one-- and how supurised you were&lt;br /&gt;that the moonlight was green&lt;br /&gt;and you still had&lt;br /&gt;one good eye&lt;br /&gt;to see with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think of that!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I'll join the church!' I said,&lt;br /&gt;huffily, turning my face to the wall.&lt;br /&gt;'I'll learn how to  pray again!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Let me ask you,' said Poetry.&lt;br /&gt;'When you pray, what do you think&lt;br /&gt;you'll see?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poetry had me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'There's no paper&lt;br /&gt;in this room,' I said.&lt;br /&gt;'And that new pen I bought&lt;br /&gt;makes a funny noise.'&lt;br /&gt;'Bullshit,' said Poetry.&lt;br /&gt;'Bullshit,' said I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-857764351707917144?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/857764351707917144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=857764351707917144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/857764351707917144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/857764351707917144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-said-to-poetry-by-alice-walker.html' title='I Said to Poetry by Alice Walker'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-5820233713390355591</id><published>2010-03-17T18:33:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:54:17.459-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='and Happiness... it&apos;s within you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>That Chapter in My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;They say whatever you throw out into the universe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;like a boomerang it will come back to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Your thoughts of the pass, you can't let go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Yes it happened, Yes it hurts, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No you don't want to happen again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;but you just can't let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The memories of that broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;haunts you in your sleep, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;thinking about yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and why it still hurts today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;You just can't understand the art of letting go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Well, I'm going to let go, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'm going to be fine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;My heart won't be broken for long. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I will forgive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I will learn, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I will understand, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;and I will love again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-5820233713390355591?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/5820233713390355591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=5820233713390355591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/5820233713390355591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/5820233713390355591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2010/03/that-chapter-in-my-life.html' title='That Chapter in My Life'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-6604325489134957840</id><published>2009-12-12T12:24:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:44:12.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Relationships"</title><content type='html'>I've learned that sometimes relationships are just way too hard to mess with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We end up resenting each other because of all the false trust and unworthiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we hope to be is happy and agree with what we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, relationships do down a path of unhappiness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it's hard you don't have a clue when it will become easy again...if it was ever easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we tend to panic and unintentionally hope for the worst;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What ifs? and doubt take over what we once imagined would be perfect for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I do love you but I can't take the indistinguishable pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theses unknown pressures that wake me up at night wondering when they will stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you, but I don't want your flaws you say to yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-6604325489134957840?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/6604325489134957840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=6604325489134957840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/6604325489134957840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/6604325489134957840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/12/relationships_12.html' title='&quot;Relationships&quot;'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-7368170458352370311</id><published>2009-12-06T18:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:19:01.362-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happie Sunday'/><title type='text'>Today in church...</title><content type='html'>The message was about having loyal friends, and it got me to thinking what i consider as a friend and this is what i came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-someone who you can call on at whatever time for whatever reason&lt;br /&gt;-someone who you can talk openly to&lt;br /&gt;-someone who will try to see things thru your eyes&lt;br /&gt;-someone who does not hold you accountable for things you have no control over&lt;br /&gt;-someone who will at the end of the day have your back regardless of the distance thats between you two&lt;br /&gt;-someone who will snap you back into your place if you are getting out of wack&lt;br /&gt;-someone who cares about you at times when you dont care about yourself&lt;br /&gt;-someone who tries to make you laugh or tries to lighten up your day because it was pretty demanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with all being said i am pretty sure we all have different explanations for the word friend and different expectations for how friends should be and thats why i think we should all tell each other what is the definition and are the expectations that we have for being a good positive friend. i think it will be a great exercise for us to do ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you all are doing GREAT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;remember "HE'S ABLE TO DO ALL HE SAYS HE WILL DO!!!!!1" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-7368170458352370311?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/7368170458352370311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=7368170458352370311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/7368170458352370311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/7368170458352370311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-in-church.html' title='Today in church...'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-8156597263038393046</id><published>2009-11-15T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T20:38:16.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PSALM</title><content type='html'>1 Deliver me, O LORD, from evil men;       &lt;br /&gt; Preserve me from violent men,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Who plan evil things in their hearts;        &lt;br /&gt;They continually gather together for war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 They sharpen their tongues like a serpent;        &lt;br /&gt;The poison of asps is under their lips.  Selah&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;4 Keep me, O LORD, from the hands of the wicked;        &lt;br /&gt;Preserve me from violent men,         &lt;br /&gt;Who have purposed to make my steps stumble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 The proud have hidden a snare for me, and cords;        &lt;br /&gt;They have spread a net by the wayside;         &lt;br /&gt;They have set traps for me.  Selah  &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;6 I said to the LORD: “You are my God;        &lt;br /&gt;Hear the voice of my supplications, O LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 O GOD the Lord, the strength of my salvation,        &lt;br /&gt;You have covered my head in the day of battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 Do not grant, O LORD, the desires of the wicked;        &lt;br /&gt;Do not further his wicked scheme, Lest they be exalted.  Selah &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt; 9 “As for the head of those who surround me,       &lt;br /&gt; Let the evil of their lips cover them;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Let burning coals fall upon them;        &lt;br /&gt;Let them be cast into the fire, Into deep pits, that they rise not up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Let not a slanderer be established in the earth;    &lt;br /&gt;Let evil hunt the violent man to overthrow him.”&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;12 I know that the LORD will maintain       &lt;br /&gt; The cause of the afflicted,         &lt;br /&gt;And justice for the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Surely the righteous shall give thanks to Your name;        &lt;br /&gt;The upright shall dwell in Your presence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-8156597263038393046?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8156597263038393046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=8156597263038393046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8156597263038393046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8156597263038393046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/11/psalm.html' title='PSALM'/><author><name>[♥) LOVeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16666145072162971682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IBMzDAWFShQ/SuYpl7RdeKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3eS9_-kwQ6Y/S220/BUMPS.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-2983809770561209891</id><published>2009-11-13T15:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T16:17:45.136-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cherlenes Love... post'/><title type='text'>i think</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I think that's why it is said that it is better to stand in love rather than fall in love&lt;br /&gt;knowing the ins and outs of a person before you commit your heart can save a lot of heart ache and pain, it gives you the reality of the matter before you can ever float off to cloud nine, by the time you are firmly in your stance you have had sufficient time to decide whether or not the possible relationship is worth all of the work that it takes to achieve a successful relationship&lt;br /&gt;Or if hearts are worn on the sleeve and you fall head or heels or if it is your first time in love beware it usually gets a lot worst before it ever gets better, so be patient, be smart and really think if bring with that person is worth it all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-2983809770561209891?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2983809770561209891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=2983809770561209891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2983809770561209891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2983809770561209891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-think.html' title='i think'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-518243559454982869</id><published>2009-11-13T15:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T15:15:43.328-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pieces of Jill Scott'/><title type='text'>Love....</title><content type='html'>I was just thinking about how love is...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes no matter what man comes into a woman's life, many become so blinded by "Love". Love can make you say, think and do some crazy shit. As you sit around and soak up your mans "Love" you make yourself believe that "Your love is deeper, tighter, sweeter, higher, fire.." When you make love to him your heart melts and from reality you shoot to cloud 9&lt;br /&gt;Your heart sings, "This is crazy magic, oober fantastic chemistry, We're floating so high I swear that we were soaring". Everyday your mind becomes swollen with love and simple thoughts of the future. It's Love...&lt;br /&gt;No one could tell you a thing, your man has you on the highest cloud ever. You can't see, and hear nothing boo... It's Love&lt;br /&gt;But Slowly Surely, you notice that BAM your back down to reality.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly but Surely you see that the "Love" you thought was wonderful was just confusing love, misusing love, abusing love, that can't be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-518243559454982869?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/518243559454982869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=518243559454982869' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/518243559454982869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/518243559454982869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/11/love.html' title='Love....'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-6501733549351866811</id><published>2009-11-12T18:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:31:11.422-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='just a thought'/><title type='text'>When are we</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;going to get passed the instant judging and immediate criticizing phase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;and just try to be open to seeing things in different views? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;we all have different views which is awesome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;some are more traditional than others and that's fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;while some are more broad and that too is fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;we need to start seeing the beauty in having different views and having different ways of expression&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;it makes us, us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;embrace the differences don't mock them or get frustrated with them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;as all ways be happy keep faith stay blessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-6501733549351866811?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/6501733549351866811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=6501733549351866811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/6501733549351866811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/6501733549351866811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-are-we.html' title='When are we'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-2890504432665466806</id><published>2009-11-11T09:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:25:33.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off</title><content type='html'>Today I feel like I've been given a boost of inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take care of the little things that will make me happy!&lt;br /&gt;Listen to some music,&lt;br /&gt;Clean up,&lt;br /&gt;Plant my flowers and drink some lemonade,&lt;br /&gt;and post some more thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya'll enjoy your day off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-2890504432665466806?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2890504432665466806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=2890504432665466806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2890504432665466806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2890504432665466806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/11/day-off.html' title='Day Off'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-1991930753117929971</id><published>2009-11-04T23:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T23:37:31.252-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jigsaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jigsaw puzzle is my nickname! I fit the description so well. On the outside I am a well put together box! With a beautiful picture in the front! So many feel so confident that they can conquer me, and put my little pieces back together again. Little do they know that I am a broken puzzle that will just leave them discouraged and filled with thoughts on how to complete me. What they don't know about me is that someone left me scattered everywhere and they didn't pick up all my pieces. So when you or anybody else looks at my nice box it will only seem as though all my pieces are there but they really aren’t.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry for the discrepancy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-1991930753117929971?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/1991930753117929971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=1991930753117929971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/1991930753117929971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/1991930753117929971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/11/jigsaw.html' title='Jigsaw'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-3442068211285681579</id><published>2009-10-29T19:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T19:40:43.901-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MY APOLOGY</title><content type='html'>Experiencing life to the fullest literally, with the pains and the hurts, the bad decisions and bad friends. I apologize to all the people i should have listened to when they warned my about the dangers of this world we live in and all the people i betrayed and gave up on for something that was not even worth it. Should have loved myself instead of letting someone else take advantage of what i had to offer. Should have loved thos who truely loved me instead of giving it to someon who never even said he loved me and meant it. Gave my all to someone who never gave me a bit and never even said thank you. I apologize to God because i am ungrateful, i could have been stricken down buried in my sin and pleasures but he kept me.&lt;br /&gt; ---- I owe an aopology mostly to the little girl crying deep inside of me, wishing and praying to be free. I  kept her under lock and key, just to make him happy. Sorry for mistreating you the way i did. Sorry for not noticing your true beauty. Sorry for not loving you initially.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-3442068211285681579?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3442068211285681579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=3442068211285681579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/3442068211285681579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/3442068211285681579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-apology.html' title='MY APOLOGY'/><author><name>[♥) LOVeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16666145072162971682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IBMzDAWFShQ/SuYpl7RdeKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3eS9_-kwQ6Y/S220/BUMPS.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-2081308535169364112</id><published>2009-10-26T19:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:48:27.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LoVE tHAT DoESNt StOp</title><content type='html'>Laying side by side watching tv.&lt;br /&gt;Turned me around now face to face.&lt;br /&gt;Holding my waist.&lt;br /&gt;As i kiss his lips.&lt;br /&gt;Showing me affection with his fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;Becoming Adam and Eve as the time goes by.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at each other eye to eye.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of love in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Loving him with no care.&lt;br /&gt;He takes control, get's on top.&lt;br /&gt;Tells me he loves me and he wont stop.&lt;br /&gt;Our bodies meet now becoming one.&lt;br /&gt;Hoping this time it's not for fun.&lt;br /&gt;Making love until the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;Like a storm through town.&lt;br /&gt;Temperatures are rising, emotions flying high.&lt;br /&gt;Showing passion as if it's the last time.&lt;br /&gt;Merging with him ast then slow.&lt;br /&gt;******* high then low.&lt;br /&gt;Loving him, him loving me.&lt;br /&gt;Being something every girl wishes to be.&lt;br /&gt;Temperatures have been regulated, the air is clear.&lt;br /&gt;Loving him with no fear.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling as if i am on top of the world.&lt;br /&gt;Now i know i am his special girl.&lt;br /&gt;Laying together, me on top.&lt;br /&gt;Then he whispers "I love you and i wont stop".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-2081308535169364112?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2081308535169364112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=2081308535169364112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2081308535169364112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2081308535169364112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-that-doesnt-stop.html' title='LoVE tHAT DoESNt StOp'/><author><name>[♥) LOVeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16666145072162971682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IBMzDAWFShQ/SuYpl7RdeKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3eS9_-kwQ6Y/S220/BUMPS.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-3349639487916860020</id><published>2009-10-26T19:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T19:24:39.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LoVE HUrTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;that does not stop but just begins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; that always cares and never ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; that has no fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; that cries no tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE &lt;/span&gt;shown through affection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; given with passion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; that sees no pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; wont speak in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; seen through the eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; that never dies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Through thick and thin", that's what he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;"Our love wont end" a word not known the meaning of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;May seem small but is as significant as a Dove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love?  What does it really mean?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love? how is it really seen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love seems like  a sate of mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A word carried on the wings of divine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Love like a form of art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Paintings of hurt and pain in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;All because he said "Through thick and thin, our love will never end"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-3349639487916860020?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3349639487916860020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=3349639487916860020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/3349639487916860020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/3349639487916860020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-hurts.html' title='LoVE HUrTS'/><author><name>[♥) LOVeR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16666145072162971682</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IBMzDAWFShQ/SuYpl7RdeKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3eS9_-kwQ6Y/S220/BUMPS.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-7603141210015907556</id><published>2009-10-26T00:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T00:35:39.293-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='On a Little Path'/><title type='text'>Couldn't Be Happier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God taps me on my shoulder and said, "Today you will smile"&lt;br /&gt;I told him I already smile sometimes it’s hard but I do.&lt;br /&gt;He shook his head and held my hands and place it on my chest and said this time it'll come from your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop smiling!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-7603141210015907556?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/7603141210015907556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=7603141210015907556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/7603141210015907556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/7603141210015907556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-taps-me-on-my-shoulder-and-said.html' title='Couldn&apos;t Be Happier'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-5921230285962914627</id><published>2009-10-25T21:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T21:06:33.349-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='have a great day'/><title type='text'>idk</title><content type='html'>ignore the previous post, it didnt serve its purpose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-5921230285962914627?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-2149776867778351952</id><published>2009-10-16T21:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T21:31:46.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The God in Me</title><content type='html'>To the Editor in Chief OF Essence &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello Angela, &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My name is Cherlene Ceneus, I recently read the October issue of Essence Magazine. Before I dove into the article about Nia Long, I read "The God in You" and I truly related to this subject that you addressed. I am a student and it gets hard not to look at other girls and wonder why is it that they seem to have more than I do. Some days I wonder why my family is not successful or why doesn't god bless me with material things, but as I read your article, I realized that I'm praying for the wrong things. The message I received was that you are right, I don't know how much others have prayed for what they have and I shouldn't envy them. As much as we all hope for better in our lives we can't judge others for what there lives may seem in our eyes. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to share my thoughts and thank you for yours. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Respectfully, &lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;br /&gt;Cherlene Ceneus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-2149776867778351952?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2149776867778351952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=2149776867778351952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2149776867778351952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2149776867778351952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-in-me.html' title='The God in Me'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-4243953405660945381</id><published>2009-09-18T15:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:19:01.912-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visit CC's Closet, Inc @ www.ccs-closet.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SrPcrWJ8ATI/AAAAAAAAAFE/O6kroR3qDOM/s1600-h/2+LOGO.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 275px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SrPcrWJ8ATI/AAAAAAAAAFE/O6kroR3qDOM/s320/2+LOGO.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382888616877621554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-4243953405660945381?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/4243953405660945381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=4243953405660945381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/4243953405660945381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/4243953405660945381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/09/visit-ccs-closet-inc-wwwccs-closetcom.html' title='Visit CC&apos;s Closet, Inc @ www.ccs-closet.com'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SrPcrWJ8ATI/AAAAAAAAAFE/O6kroR3qDOM/s72-c/2+LOGO.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-2642557326715309120</id><published>2009-09-12T12:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T12:25:40.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOS TO BLAME</title><content type='html'>BEEN IN A RELATIONSHIP THAT SHOULDA BEEN THE BEST I EVER HAD, AS MUCH AS I TRY TO TELL MY SELF THAT, IT HASN'T. WORK MY ASS OFF SO THAT EVERY THING I MAKE GOES TO HELP U, BUT I'M THE ONE WHO NEVER CARES. WAS WORKING AND EVERY DIME WENT TO MAKE YOU HAPPY BUT THAT WASN'T WORTH ANY THING WHEN ONE DAY WE COULDN'T GO OUT. ALWAYS THERE TO HELP YOU EVEN IF IT MEANS LEAVING THE NEXT PERSON HANGIN', WETHER FAMILY OR FRIENDS, BUT THAT DON'T MATTER. WAS SUPPOSED TO GO OUT TO CELEBRATE OUR FORTH BUT COULDN'T. IS THAT MY FAULT. THE CAR BROKE DOWN SO U GET PISSED OFF. OH WELL, TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY. ANOTHER WOULD THINK: IT'S OK. BETTER THE CAR HAS PROBLEMS IN THE DRIVEWAY INSTEAD OF ON THE HIGHWAY WHICH COULD HAVE RESULTED IN A CRASH. THEN WHAT WOULD YOU SAY. WHAT WOULD HAVE BEEN THE WORTH OF THE RESTAURANT IF THAT HAPPENED. YOU NEVER WANNA THINK ABOUT THE WHAT IF'S. ONLY THINK WHAT EXISTS IS WHAT YOU WANT. AND THE ONE TIME IT DON'T HAPPEN YOUR WAY U GET PISSED. WHAT HAPPENED TO THE CRUISE, WHAT HAPPENED TO KEY WEST, WHAT HAPPENED TO EVERYTHING YOU'VE EVER WANTED TO DO BUT NEVER THOUGHT ABOUT THE WAT IF'S. WHAT IF I WAS TO GET MAD. OUR DIFFERENCE IS THAT I KNOW TOMORROW IS ANOTHER AND THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN IS THE PLACE GETS SHUT DOWN. THE BEST THAT HAPPENED IS THAT WE STILL ALIVE. JUST LIKE THE FOURTH OF JULY. I AIN'T COMPLAIN THAT WE ATE FOR 40 AND I HAD TO PAY 60 FOR A TOW(EVERYTHING I HAD).YOU NEVER WANNA UNDERSTAND THAT SHIT HAPPENS. YOU STUCK ON TRYING TO BE ALL SOPHISTICATED AND SHIT BUT U NEED TO ALSO LIVE IN THE REAL WORLD AND REALISE SHIT HAPPENS. I'VE ALWAYS TRIED TO BE THE BEST I CAN, BE AS SUPPORTIVE, AS I CAN, AS HONEST WITH MY FEELINGS AS I CAN, AND AS LOVING AS I CAN BUT IF EVERYTHING AIN'T GO YOUR WAY, U DON'T CARE. THERE IS NO TALKING TO YOU CIVILIZED SO READ THIS. WHO'S TO BLAME-NOT ME.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-2642557326715309120?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2642557326715309120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=2642557326715309120' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2642557326715309120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2642557326715309120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/09/whos-to-blame.html' title='WHOS TO BLAME'/><author><name>Francois</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02610081457429008210</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AY1Lpl72pl8/SbLArdSR95I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OAnVdQjS_iY/S220/FT+PICS+002.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-4735265354424441823</id><published>2009-09-12T09:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T09:37:50.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Road not Taken by Robert Frost</title><content type='html'>Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,&lt;br /&gt;And sorry I could not travel both&lt;br /&gt;And be one traveler, long I stood &lt;br /&gt;And looked down one as far as I could&lt;br /&gt;To where it bent in the undergrowth;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Then took the other, as just as fair&lt;br /&gt;And having perhaps the better claim,&lt;br /&gt;Because it was grassy and wanted wear;&lt;br /&gt;Though as for that, the passing there&lt;br /&gt;Had worn them really about the same, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And both that morning equally lay&lt;br /&gt;In leaves no step had trodden black&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I kept the first for another day!&lt;br /&gt;Yet knowing how way leads on to way,&lt;br /&gt;I doubted if I should ever come back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall be telling this with a sigh&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ages and ages hence:&lt;br /&gt;two roads diverged in a wood, and I -- &lt;br /&gt;I took the one less traveled by,&lt;br /&gt;And that has made all the difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-4735265354424441823?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/4735265354424441823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=4735265354424441823' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/4735265354424441823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/4735265354424441823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/09/road-not-taken-by-robert-frost.html' title='The Road not Taken by Robert Frost'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-5233963693536388482</id><published>2009-08-31T14:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T14:03:25.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="visibility:visible;"&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" data="http://widget-0d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" height="262" width="350" style="width:350px;height:262px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://widget-0d.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="scale" value="noscale" /&gt;&lt;param name="salign" value="l" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt; 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SpSsyUTB3xI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pRKR1ggXpRo/s320/kahlo38.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite Artist is Frida Kahlo; I think it would be cool to share art work that expresses parts of us all. Let the Art work do the talking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-2498410859234968926?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2498410859234968926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=2498410859234968926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2498410859234968926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2498410859234968926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/08/lets-share.html' title='Let&apos;s Share'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SpSsyUTB3xI/AAAAAAAAAE8/pRKR1ggXpRo/s72-c/kahlo38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-1524874153475316246</id><published>2009-08-11T00:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T00:37:02.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questions'/><title type='text'>Your Image</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I just want to see how you look and see if I was truly created in your image and likeness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If so, I'd ask you, why did you let them suppressed those who have the same color and full lips as I do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I get so emotional about how frustrating it is to keep good faith and smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I close my eyes and wish I could place my head on your lap and cry until all my annoyance goes away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lot of times I question you and your ways. Everything is on your time, your plans, how you feel...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What about those who've worked their whole lives and still come up short?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I just want to yell at you and yell some more cause sometimes it gets way too hard!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many times I want to sit down and talk with you and look into your eyes and laugh over our conversations...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ha Ha Ha! My god you are funny. Ha Ha Ha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I picture you and your blank face looking down at us all and hope for better...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I bet you want to cry and scream too. I bet you wonder how are we in your image and likeness...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-1524874153475316246?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/1524874153475316246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=1524874153475316246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/1524874153475316246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/1524874153475316246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-image.html' title='Your Image'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-548002084804017595</id><published>2009-08-01T14:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T14:13:19.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CC's Closet, Inc</title><content type='html'>Check us out at &lt;a href="http://www.ccs-closet.com/"&gt;www.ccs-closet.com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherlene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-548002084804017595?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/548002084804017595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=548002084804017595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/548002084804017595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/548002084804017595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/08/ccs-closet-inc.html' title='CC&apos;s Closet, Inc'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-2917382950589320797</id><published>2009-07-26T14:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T14:07:38.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply</title><content type='html'>Ok new rule. If you leave an Anonymous comment please leave your name!&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your comments you don't know how much they mean to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... CC's Closet is a women online retail store that my mother and I had been planning on opening for over a year and lately we've have been working real hard on. CC's Closet grand opening will be on August 1st! &lt;a href="http://www.ccs-closet.com/"&gt;http://www.ccs-closet.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for asking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherlene&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-2917382950589320797?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2917382950589320797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=2917382950589320797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2917382950589320797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2917382950589320797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/07/reply.html' title='Reply'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-846827415217087739</id><published>2009-07-25T22:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T22:59:32.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happi Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;Have you ever laughed so hard?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;And you felt so happy inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;Well.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;I feel like that everyday, not all day everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663366;"&gt;but, yes everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-846827415217087739?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/846827415217087739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=846827415217087739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/846827415217087739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/846827415217087739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/07/happi-moments.html' title='Happi Moments'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-332187110355291278</id><published>2009-07-25T12:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T13:00:15.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2 to make 1'/><title type='text'>perfect night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 weeks ago friday was perfect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he satisfied my every need and want &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he stroked it like a harmonica, ooh soft and gentle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can still feel his warm soft embrace all over my body&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his soft tone whispering in my ear, it truly was a night to remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i remember that night everyday when i look in the mirror, i have all of these different emotions running around in circles in my head, 1 minute i'm happy smiling jokin, the 2nd i dont want to be bother everything around bothers me,  i tell the doctor i wake up wanting to throw up, my stomach constantly wants more food, i dont feel the same, my stomachs getting bigger, and bigger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here i sit not even 21 with a child in my womb, no husband, no home, no one but &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God to turn to,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i share my story with you because having children is one of the most magical things as a human one can experience, it's not meant for 1 parent to take care of 2 it's for 2 to take care 1, cause here i am as 1 going to have to take care of 2, when it took 2 to make 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-332187110355291278?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/332187110355291278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=332187110355291278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/332187110355291278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/332187110355291278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/07/perfect-night.html' title='perfect night...'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-1103517302332819528</id><published>2009-07-25T12:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:41:26.127-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>is it anyone's fault?</title><content type='html'>its your fault!&lt;br /&gt;nah its her fault!&lt;br /&gt;you fucked him up for the next chick!&lt;br /&gt;what do you mean? he fucked you up for the next dude!&lt;br /&gt;he did you wrong so you pull back when you feel things are getting to close for comfort&lt;br /&gt;she cheated on him so now he can't trust that next one, cause in his mind the moment he gives his trust the pain will get back to his heart&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; blame him i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think no pain is worse than from the opposite sex&lt;br /&gt;it all happens so fast, they say to stand in love is better than falling in love but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;who's&lt;/span&gt; to say either is going to be great and last for ever?&lt;br /&gt;they've both felt it before or have been pretty damn close to it but, what happens next when neither is willing to go that next step and see if it is what it is?&lt;br /&gt;all they can do is blame the circumstances that have lead them up to this point and say it's her fault nah, it's his fault!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-1103517302332819528?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/1103517302332819528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=1103517302332819528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/1103517302332819528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/1103517302332819528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-it-anyones-fault.html' title='is it anyone&apos;s fault?'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-7583250775066963293</id><published>2009-07-25T12:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:32:19.087-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food for thought'/><title type='text'>screwed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You go to bed after a long, rough day thinking its going to be better when you wake up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; still screwed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You wake up wanting and longing for it all to feel better and have no ties to the rough, long day of before but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; still screwed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You try to busy your self so that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have to think about the thoughts in your mental space that are keeping you from focusing on your actions that really matter and that will get you that stress-free-successful-life but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; still because you can't find a way to get passed that rough, long day that you can seem to put behind you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You ask God, why? He replies it's only going to get better, and some how you still can't let the words from your Father entire your body into your soul and mind and let him take care of it for you because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; still screwed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See in your mind you cant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;differentiate&lt;/span&gt; between what really matters and what doesn't, you try to give everyone what they want and they leave you for the scraps so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt; still screwed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can only be so patient until you get so screwed over that you explode and let everyone have a piece of your mind &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But until then you will always just be screwed...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-7583250775066963293?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/7583250775066963293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=7583250775066963293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/7583250775066963293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/7583250775066963293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/07/screwed.html' title='screwed'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-6090683567046525329</id><published>2009-07-24T17:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:51:34.945-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships with people'/><title type='text'>who's to say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;who is to say life is hard, who is to say its easy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;why remain in contact with people? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;why search for those who share same joys and disappoints as you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;why not mold people into you so that disagreements and fights do not occur?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;do you ever sit back an wonder why do we need families, friends, and lovers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;life would be miserable otherwise, no one would make you smile, you'd have no reason to be angry, no reason to spend or save money, you'd never experience what this earth has to offer, you'd never get close to anyone so you'd spend most of your time alone and bitter at the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;accepting peoples differences is what allows everyone to build bonds and create happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;lets be real if there was no happiness what would be the point of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;existing&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;with that being said relationships offer people the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;opportunity&lt;/span&gt; to grow and realize what their dislikes and likes truly are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;some will have hard times and some times will be  great &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;you can't expect &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;everyone&lt;/span&gt; to be on the same page and be sad, mad, happy at all the same times as you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in order&lt;/span&gt; for any relationship to work out both parties need to have clear in their mind that there is a bigger picture and this is something worth lending an open ear, a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold on to, and a warm embrace to run to when it seems as though you don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;no one said it was going to be easy, no one said it was going to be hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#330033;"&gt;but it is the life we live, why not make the best of it? &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/5382697391812023276-6090683567046525329?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/6090683567046525329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=6090683567046525329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/6090683567046525329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/6090683567046525329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/07/whos-to-say.html' title='who&apos;s to say?'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-1088690373991731912</id><published>2009-07-24T17:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T17:37:32.601-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='everything lovers should aim to be'/><title type='text'>Letter to my soulmate :</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;listen to me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;help me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;move me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;trust me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stay honest with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fight with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;disagree with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;compromise with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't give up on me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;keep in mind the greater picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hold me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shelter me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;provide for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;smile for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;make me laugh &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hug me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talk to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cuddle with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;depend on me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me depend on you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look out for my well being&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me look out for you well being&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think about me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take me out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let's have fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't believe people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;live for yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do it for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;honor me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cherish every moment with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;think about how what you do affects me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;respect me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;play with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stay faithful to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;be my guide, be my companion, be my king, be my love, and let me be your queen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-1088690373991731912?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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what to do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what do you want me to say? what do you want me to do? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even know how to start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its like one second we're fine the other we're on distant unknown lands, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i though by know you would have picked up on the vast differences that make up my character, where am i to run to if it isn't to you? If we were meant to be alone God would have never created a Man and a Woman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when i do run to you act as though it's not something you want to deal with, you act like i brought it upon myself and i should be the one to take it away from myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;but i can't it's hard for me to see the clear picture while &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in all the hype and rage and anger, very little does it happen but when it does it's on, and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; when i need to run to someone to calm me, to ease my nerves not chaste me for using profanity and saying obscene things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;yes i understand its out of character but understand me being that upset is too out of my character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i feel that i may have brought too much to the table too early, perhaps i let my guard down too quick, perhaps i ignored all of my common senses and let my heart guide me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;cause now &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sitting here wondering what do you want me to say? what do you want me to do? &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/5382697391812023276-670712824985861221?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/670712824985861221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=670712824985861221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/670712824985861221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/670712824985861221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-to-say-what-to-do.html' title='what to say? what to do?'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-6507009944233813722</id><published>2009-07-23T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T12:49:02.924-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"WE?"</title><content type='html'>WE?...&lt;br /&gt;We are not, could not be we&lt;br /&gt;WE?...&lt;br /&gt;We are confused and unsure about what we want, who we are, and how we portray each other!&lt;br /&gt;(HA HA HA) WE...&lt;br /&gt;We are different I's who fight, contridict, and wish to be real friends.&lt;br /&gt;We could never be.&lt;br /&gt;(Ha Ha Ha)WE? Your crazy! WE can't even relate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-6507009944233813722?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/6507009944233813722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=6507009944233813722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/6507009944233813722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/6507009944233813722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/07/we.html' title='&quot;WE?&quot;'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-1141650750369653287</id><published>2009-07-21T20:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T21:02:35.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Still I Rise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you all know this poem...i couldn't express in words how i feel right now because i wouldn't do it justice so i figure Maya Angelou would do a better job than i ever could. The ones in red are exactly how i am feeling. I hope you all can find some comfort in this poem as well. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You may write me down in history&lt;br /&gt;With your bitter, twisted lies,&lt;br /&gt;You may trod me in the very dirt&lt;br /&gt;But still, like dust, I'll rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my sassiness upset you?&lt;br /&gt;Why are you beset with gloom?&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells&lt;br /&gt;Pumping in my living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Just like moons and like suns,&lt;br /&gt;With the certainty of tides,&lt;br /&gt;Just like hopes springing high,&lt;br /&gt;Still I'll rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you want to see me broken?&lt;br /&gt;Bowed head and lowered eyes?&lt;br /&gt;Shoulders falling down like teardrops,&lt;br /&gt;Weakened by my soulful cries?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my haughtiness offend you?&lt;br /&gt;Don't you take it awful hard&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines&lt;br /&gt;Diggin' in my own backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;You may shoot me with your words,&lt;br /&gt;You may cut me with your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You may kill me with your hatefulness,&lt;br /&gt;But still, like air, I'll rise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my sexiness upset you?&lt;br /&gt;Does it come as a surprise&lt;br /&gt;That I dance like I've got diamonds&lt;br /&gt;At the meeting of my thighs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the huts of history's shame&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;Up from a past that's rooted in pain&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,&lt;br /&gt;Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind nights of terror and fear&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,&lt;br /&gt;I am the dream and the hope of the slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;br /&gt;I rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;By: Maya Angelou&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/5382697391812023276-1141650750369653287?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/1141650750369653287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=1141650750369653287' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/1141650750369653287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/1141650750369653287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-i-rise.html' title='Still I Rise...'/><author><name>Lan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10752697260413810590</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-5382697391812023276.post-725837219363634000</id><published>2009-07-16T00:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T01:01:16.858-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What you thought you didn't do</title><content type='html'>I never noticed how much of an affect you posed on my life.&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't until I turned ten, I heard that you existed.&lt;br /&gt;I remember meeting you for the first time, my face was pressed against the window screen,&lt;br /&gt;And you stood out on the porch. I didn't know you and you didn't know me.&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a while; I asked you a series of questions and acted like a magical psychic.&lt;br /&gt;Though, you had thought I was just a child and knew nothing, I knew everything.&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had no father, I knew that he didn't love me, and even though it was our first meeting I knew you were him.&lt;br /&gt;I never hated you or missed you. I just wanted to be daddy's little girl and to my surprise you never seen me as that.&lt;br /&gt;We met on Saturday's so I could spend time with your family. I met your wife, your son, and daughter.&lt;br /&gt;I was probably there so that you could sleep better at night.&lt;br /&gt;We never hugged or kissed, I'd make fun of you with my cousin so I would believe that you didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;Ten years old and I was already thinking like a woman with a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;Once you told me you loved me and I didn't respond.&lt;br /&gt;How did you expect me...me to say it back to you? Why would I have had to?&lt;br /&gt;After that conversation you never said it again.&lt;br /&gt;I meet you in May and you left me in June. No good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;You left me to believe I did something to you. Why?&lt;br /&gt;I mean I was sure I could have loved you eventually, but not at the time.&lt;br /&gt;Was it that? Was it because I didn't say it back to you?&lt;br /&gt;How could I? You were never excited to see me? You never hugged me and said, "There's my girl"or "Your so beautiful". I was sweet little Cha-Cha and yet you never got to know me.&lt;br /&gt;You seemed annoyed with me the few days were together. Your wife was filled with disbelief. She looked at me every Saturday, I looked nothing like you in her mind I was definitely not your child.&lt;br /&gt;I was yours, well some part of you.&lt;br /&gt;My mother once loved you, she'd cry over you.&lt;br /&gt;You left her fourteen and pregnant. I thank god she became greater than you could ever be.&lt;br /&gt;I look up to her.&lt;br /&gt;As my life went on I forgot about you. Your walk, how you spoke, what you looked like.&lt;br /&gt;It was as if you disappeared. You could have died and I wouldn't have known.&lt;br /&gt;I remember my aunt telling me that you’re the one losing out on my life.&lt;br /&gt;You probably stood outside in your back yard looking at the water in you big ass pool&lt;br /&gt;With a lighter in one hand and a cigarette in another, nodding your head and thinking leaving me was the best thing you did.&lt;br /&gt;You were right.&lt;br /&gt;As much as I think you were right you were wrong too.&lt;br /&gt;You left me and chose to be without me, and when you did that I became insecure.&lt;br /&gt;I believed no one wanted me, no man would love me.&lt;br /&gt;You were wrong to make me feel that way.&lt;br /&gt;But, everyday my friends love me a whole lot more than you could have;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday my family loves me a whole lot more than you could fathom;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I love me a whole lot more than you would be able to wrap your head around.&lt;br /&gt;What you thought you didn't do was hurt me and I wished I didn't have to feel the pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-725837219363634000?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/725837219363634000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=725837219363634000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/725837219363634000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/725837219363634000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-you-thought-you-didnt-do.html' title='What you thought you didn&apos;t do'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-7534364776626811729</id><published>2009-07-12T06:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T07:38:02.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wrote this about a year ago and I thought I lost it along with all my other poems when they stole my laptop. Happily, it was in my e-mail in a sent file, so enjoy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so tired of these thoughts coming in and out of my mind. What is friendship?, I Savannah Wright ask that question once again. I'm tired of having to express myself and wanting people to understand how I feel!Its not that they don't understand how I feel, it's more about where they are in their lives. I'm finishing up! I just want to put it all aside and start where we left it. Oh Gosh! Come on open up your heart, listen to my voice, look into my eyes and see how I cry!LOVE, SUPPORT, HAPPINESS, SECRETS, JOKES..... it is not us anymore!You push me into this corner where I don't want to be. Every time I tell you I'm happy, you try find the bad...why? A grin from ear to ear, chuckles of excitement, no more tears, no more sad faces. Why don't you understand, or believe me. Did you hear me recite from my journal the chapter that I closed in my life?...No you didn't, you didn't want to... trying to spilt yourself into more than who you are so you won't hurt the ones who love you...Well you already have! Pushing me back into that tight space where I don't want to be, where I'm unhappy...I found my happiness a long time ago where I had a friend who cared...But, she's gone now... And I'm tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I wrote this when I was very frustrated and upset because I was so focus on trying to gain my friends acceptance. I've noticed that we all as friends are distant, how obvious! How often do we take the time out to call or text one another or even chat? I know that we've been dealing with our own battles and it hasn't been easy. I think we all in some ways or another don't understand the true meaning of friendship. We categorize each other, thinking that we should be closer to one person compared to another. We talk about each other and judge one another. Many many times we are upset at one another and hold back from saying it. How could we communicate with all theses gaps in the way. Oh yeah, We don't even support each other properly or make an effort to. Landie said we should all get on the phone and talk. Who's going to make that effort? I know that if someone does our conversation would go west talking about everything else but our friendship. I'm tired of holding back, I think our friendship could be a lot better if we all stop acting so damn exclusive! I thought we were all friends and we could talk to each other about anything, not just two people out of the five of us. We all should think about how much we put out in all aspects of a true friendship and write it down and when we talk, we'll be able to cut to the chase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Deep down I doubt that some of you will read this because truely I think I had to pester some of you to actually support my blog or just read what I had to say.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-7534364776626811729?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/7534364776626811729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=7534364776626811729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/7534364776626811729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/7534364776626811729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/07/im-tired.html' title='I&apos;m Tired'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-2519499832066527144</id><published>2009-06-26T00:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T01:09:59.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye Michael</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SkRT6SE4uyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/G56kAVpdCUk/s1600-h/michael_jackson_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351494517972843298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SkRT6SE4uyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/G56kAVpdCUk/s320/michael_jackson_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To the king of pop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;An entertainer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A father &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A son &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A brother &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Even though he was none of these things to me, no one could fulfill his role&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As a little girl I use to wish I could be Michael's girl! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Unfortunately along with many I have to say good bye Michael&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You were one of a kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-2519499832066527144?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2519499832066527144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=2519499832066527144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2519499832066527144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2519499832066527144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/06/good-bye-michael.html' title='Good Bye Michael'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SkRT6SE4uyI/AAAAAAAAAE0/G56kAVpdCUk/s72-c/michael_jackson_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-1733312191865908382</id><published>2009-06-25T14:58:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:52:27.524-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday June 25, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You ever watched a movie that shows a woman so stressed about her feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;because she lacks a strong support by her friend or husband? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And as the plot thickens, you wonder why the main character whether her name is Ashley or Cameron, doesn't explode with anger and just let that person who doesn't pick up the slack, or who depends on her to figure it all out! Earl or Bob, what ever his name is, finally sees her in a different light and notices he should be kind, or appreciative, or just say thank you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And as the camera man focuses on Jeanne we all finally sees how much she resents Tom for all he hasn't done and will never be able to tell him how she feels. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And as the soft music symbolizes for her internal cries; she can only utter out a few good words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I'm tired and it's over as Lu Ann looks into Johns puppy dog eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The only reason that I wrote this way is because we all get to this road block in our lives when we finally realize that no one is helping us pull or push. Sometimes you have the motivation in your heart but you have no one to help bring it out. Until you see that if you keep waiting for your John, Tom, Ashley, or Jeanne to help you figure everything out then you come to the point when you just can't continue with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-1733312191865908382?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/1733312191865908382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=1733312191865908382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/1733312191865908382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/1733312191865908382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/06/thursday-june-25-2009.html' title='Thursday June 25, 2009'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-2424106298261245653</id><published>2009-06-14T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:27:43.364-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends life family dude'/><title type='text'>update! update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;hi guys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;update ! update !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;lets see... since the last time ive  spoken to you all on a  deeper level..... i was probably in my own bubble focusing in on school. since then i have had serious doubts about my finance major. i am now thinking of doing a b.s in international affairs minor in education/accounting(maybe) then masters in public administration with a certificate in international studies, and hopefully a phd in some diverse cultural studies so that after all of  my schooling and interning i will end up with a job within a government agency wether local or state maybe national, or teaching cutural studies in either high school or community college and aiming to be a middle or high school principle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;as far as my "personal life" me and mr. mark are doing pretty good, and i'm happy with how and where our relationship is going. my relationship with you dudes is still not as great as i would like but i truly do feel as though there are no hard feelings nor hidden resentments towards any of us which i love! i miss you guys alot! i really do! (steph is excluded cuz i feel like me and her are going back to a high point in our friendship) my fam and  i are good i miss them alot too, jayson is growing up so quick its amazing! my fam is struggling like everyone else during these tough economic times  but they hanging in there :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;i just wanted to let everyone know where i am in my life as of right now. i wake up feeling great! i go to school i enjoy my class, i'm eating better, i workout everyday, i'm thankful for you guys in my life, i'm thankful for having a good man in my life, i look forward going to church every sunday, and im glad to be a part of the family, circle of friends that i have been blessed to belong to. with this all being said  hope you all are doing great and look forward to see ya'll soon!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-2424106298261245653?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2424106298261245653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=2424106298261245653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2424106298261245653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2424106298261245653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/06/update-update.html' title='update! update!'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-568890851723492143</id><published>2009-03-16T19:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:54:30.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do for Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Think about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Work on my flaws&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Be there for my family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Be happy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;Workout (Try harder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;We don't live forever. We are destine to die not by choice, it is written...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#003300;"&gt;We take one another for granted. What is it about anger that makes me see red? nothing around me matters. Why do we forget what is worth while and focus on what is not? Today we dine, a toast to life! We gotta love life cause we don't know whats to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;Ladies I know some days weren't meant for us to have a good day but that doesn't stop us from living! Each day we're given a day to be more educated, to love others, to be much more of a friend but a sister to one another. Some days I want to call it quits, but I can't because I think about my family the people who have worked their whole lives dedicated to their children not knowing if they'll ever get a break. They have invested in me and so have your parents; that means I have to work harder, excel, and have a future so they can know that their journey was worth it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;Love you all! Have a blessed day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-568890851723492143?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/568890851723492143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=568890851723492143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/568890851723492143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/568890851723492143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/03/things-to-do-for-me.html' title='Things to do for Me'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-8041120037730982421</id><published>2009-03-16T10:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T10:38:26.911-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='may the lord bless those who did it and guide them into the right path.'/><title type='text'>my Sunday</title><content type='html'>i found myself crying for the first time in a very long time yesterday. i couldnt understand why tears just fell from my eyes repeatedly for about ten minutes. i found myself a bit embrassed as it starte while i was still in church. i tried my hardest to block the tears from exiting my eyes but i couldnt help it. i got hugs from strangers and they told me everything would be alright. i got hugged from mark and i felt him, and cried even more.  i pulled myself together while i awaited for him in the car and was trying to understand where the tears came from. i came up with nothing. i then brusted into uncontrolable laughter when he appeared with a lollipop he had given me awhile ago.  it was one of the ones that have plastic fake big round pink lips on the other side of the lollipop instead of a stick. i laughed and laughed and then it struck me wait i was just cryin why was i crying? so i continued to ponder and came up with nothing. i went to winn dixe and then got home i was super excited to see my nicely cleaned room and nice sheets that i felt on my bed before i left. i walk thru the door and see the closet doors open and a blanket on the floor. first i thought ok management came in and cheked the place out and took everything out of the master bedroom since we had stuff in it. then i see my room door and stephs room door open and stuff on the beds. i knew for a fact something was wrong my room was locked and everything was in its place before i left. and then marks like who was inhere your tv is gone. i couldnt belive it we were robbed. it bothered me in a way thaat nothing has ever bothered me before in my life. i felt uncomfortable in my skin it was as though  they took everything from me although materialistic items. i have worked extremely hard and very long to be able to buy the things that i had taken from me. i feel very dissrespected and belittled. they left the wrapping of marks gift and took the gift like what the hell?! and its all gone the memories each had, the time put into getting each item all gone. and for what they took from two broke females college sstudents at that. i couldnt sleep  woke feeling like crap didnt wanna do anything. i feel awful being there for too long it is asthough i have no home. i dont feel safe nor protected. i wanted to cry to let it all out i wanted to punch a punching bag and release all of the stresses but i just couldnt im still stuck on how its possible that no one said anything or did anything there all always people around someone must have seen or heard something. how did they know the master room didnt have anything?  why didnt they break in there? im upset and there is nothing that i can do i have to leave it up to the bug guy up stairs and hope and have faith that eveything will work out for the best. im all cried out but dont understand why. i have no where to go no where to call home, my own anymore. i never in a million years would have thought that getting things stolen would break me down but it has. i prided myself in being able to say yup i worked hard for it i deserve it its mine all mine i bought it with my money. and for someone to take all from me hurts and really bothers me.  i feel like balling up and crying...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-8041120037730982421?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8041120037730982421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=8041120037730982421' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8041120037730982421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8041120037730982421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-sunday.html' title='my Sunday'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-7710273531273219198</id><published>2009-03-09T16:28:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T23:07:14.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you smile today?</title><content type='html'>This morning I woke up feeling horrible because of stomach cramps. Oh the pain! I didn't smile. I got up and got ready for school late as usual, "What's new?". Already making plans for my bad day. School has always been a struggle for me academically. I've been trying, when will I succeed? I decide to continue working on succeeding. I laughed while having lunch with a friend at school trying to cover up my insecurities. My last class of the day my professor was late to class and students declared class cancelled, a smile came out and altered my day. "Cool". Hanging out with my papa Jayden and sweet heart Jaylah, while listening to some jazz music made me feel like myself. Laughing with Iz because we're just that silly made me smile big. I know this maybe confusing, but that's the way my day goes at times. Messy and unorganized, some days we plan for one thing to occur in our day and something else happens. We forget to smile even if our day is not all it's cracked up to be. Did you smile today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-7710273531273219198?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/7710273531273219198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=7710273531273219198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/7710273531273219198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/7710273531273219198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/03/did-you-smile-today_1280.html' title='Did you smile today?'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-4292002521402438535</id><published>2009-03-07T10:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T11:32:24.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March 7, 2009</title><content type='html'>We as human beings tend to love so hard that we forget about ourselves. I read an article in Essence Magazine- the December issue of 2008, featuring Will and Jada Smith. The article was written about the couple and their relationship. They interviewed one another and came to the subject about priorities. Jada recalled Will saying that he is his first priority, and then comes him and Jada, then the kids. Many people believe that a man or women putting themselves before their mate or children would be considered selfish. When you think about it it’s very smart. Will goes on saying, “You listed the kids first, us second, and you third. That’s not human. When you’re on a plane, they say, “Put your mask on first.” You can’t help anybody else if you don’t put your mask on.” I can honestly say that I put myself last and it’s not until I am over worked that I think about whom I am putting first!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-4292002521402438535?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/4292002521402438535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=4292002521402438535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/4292002521402438535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/4292002521402438535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/03/march-7-2009.html' title='March 7, 2009'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-4345648874230554937</id><published>2009-03-02T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T09:03:45.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February 22, 2009</title><content type='html'>I’ve learned that sometimes relationships are just way too hard to mess with. We end up resenting each other because of all the false trust and unworthiness. All we hope to be is happy and agree with what we want. Unfortunately, relationships go down a path of unhappiness, when it’s hard you don’t have a clue when it will become easy so we tend to panic and unintentionally hope for the worst; What if’s? and doubt take over what we once imagine would be perfect for us. Yes, I do love you but I can’t take this indistinguishable pressure. I want you but I don’t want your flaws.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-4345648874230554937?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/4345648874230554937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=4345648874230554937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/4345648874230554937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/4345648874230554937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/03/february-22-2009.html' title='February 22, 2009'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-1156715342035251273</id><published>2009-02-26T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T20:48:13.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>February 17, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As days go by hopes and dreams become wasted by insecure thoughts.  Yesterday, you said, “Yes! You can do it”. Today you can’t bear to give yourself the motivation, nor find the courage to go about achieving your goal! I always think that we push ourselves into small tight corners because we’re too afraid to give ourselves a chance at success sometimes. Many times I on the other hand break out of that corner and hope others follow me because I have the answer. Do I really? Sitting here contemplating on what I want out of me, happiness &amp;amp; success is something I’ve wanted my whole life. Am I wrong for that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-1156715342035251273?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/1156715342035251273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=1156715342035251273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/1156715342035251273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/1156715342035251273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-17-2009.html' title='February 17, 2009'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-6319072844261406195</id><published>2009-02-22T22:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T22:27:56.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>I don't know if many of you follow my blog every now and then and many of you I have just invited, but I am planning on posting my journal. Please feel free to post your thoughts of other subjects like songs, poems, whatever! Also leave comments on writing pieces you enjoy! So starting on February 24, 2009 I will be posting a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for your support!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cha-Cha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-6319072844261406195?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/6319072844261406195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=6319072844261406195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/6319072844261406195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/6319072844261406195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-5179529611525983320</id><published>2009-02-18T19:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:45:32.588-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Poets</title><content type='html'>I want to write something so extraordinary like Nikki Giovanni&lt;br /&gt;"Turn myself into myself and I was Jesus" she said with pride.&lt;br /&gt;Ignore my poetry, like Alice Walker turned away from her own poetry one night,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Finished" she yelled&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk about self righteousness like Langston Hughes,&lt;br /&gt;"Life for me ain't been no crystal  stair" that's what he wrote,&lt;br /&gt;I want to express my anger and scream and shout about it; as it seeps into hearts and move them with happy tears.&lt;br /&gt;Like poetry I want to be. It don't have to rhyme, or have a limit.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have a beginning or end, I just want to write&lt;br /&gt;" Fire and Ice" written by Robert Frost, yeah that's what I want to do make people think twice about my poems!&lt;br /&gt;Love the beauty but hate the confusion, but all and all I want to write, express, my poems about life. The ups and down, in and outs, love, hate, create a master piece...&lt;br /&gt;...Yeah that's what I want...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-5179529611525983320?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/5179529611525983320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=5179529611525983320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/5179529611525983320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/5179529611525983320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/02/great-poets.html' title='The Great Poets'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-5161630905998494411</id><published>2009-01-17T00:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T00:46:20.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SXFwod_K0YI/AAAAAAAAAEE/cAQciPLYskc/s1600-h/HeavenlyWeb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292134877683700098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" 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style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;You asked who I was and what I am about let me let you in on the little secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm me Jessie Joanna Cedeño. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am 20 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am smart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am beautiful inside and out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am independent, dont need anyone because at the end of the day i came in alone and will leave alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have my own little bubble where i can always go and be happie, stress free, and just enjoy life for what it has to offer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i rarely think about what others are going to say about me before i do something, because at the end of the day it is my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i like to be around positivity and happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i HATE confrontation and competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have slight confidence and self-esteem issues but who doesnt? they dont dictate nor affect how i choose to live my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i like going to church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love talking about life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am extremely nice and thoughtful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am loyal and faithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i dont like dealing with liars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i can surely be very annoying at times and i know and i try to spot before i get too out of hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i very dependable you need me ill be there no hesitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i hold my tongue when i know something i might say might hurt someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i distance myself when i feel being pushed away and put my guard up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i like to be around people who allow me to be myself and not fault me for what i am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am not perfect by all means nowhere near but, i am happy with who i am and what i do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;im weird, i believe that monkeys fly, i have my own dictionary where i make up words &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love to laugh in pain in sorrow in morning in happiness, in gloominess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i try my hardest to remain positive when surrounded by negativity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i dont bullshyt cuz its a waste of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i prefer to hear the same story from the "horse" of the mouth rather than others that dont really have a care for the matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have no problem whats so ever to answer any question no matter how long or short the answer may be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i strongly dislike keeping secrets and hiding things, i think of myself as a open minded person that can handle anything thrown my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i strongly dislike dwelling on the past, let go and let God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i believe money comes and it goes why not use it while i got it? why not enjoy it for the time being?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i am usually a people pleaser but have if i try repeatedly im done, no more, i put my foot down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i feel as though i have to do certain things to be able to look back at my life and say yup i've lived a full life and had while living it. somethings no one would ever think of doing but thats just me no other person is going to always agree and understand what i do and i know this and im ok with the idea  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;my Fam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i love my family because time and time again they are the only ones whom have remained by my side no matter what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;couldnt see myself without them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;mothers always know best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;my friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;dont have too many because people talk ALOT, when they dont have a clue of what the real deal is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i value well thought out and valid opinions and suggestions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;two have been around for almost eight years and dont have much negative to say about me... must be doing something right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;three ive gotten pretty close to within the passed few years, but things seem to have a grey shadow over head but what can you do but sit and hope for the best and prepare for the worst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;my significant other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;some may have been a waste of time as a matter a fact 3 out  of 5 have been but its life, what are you going to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have never been beat, cheated on, belittled, used to the best of my knowledge so i think i am doing pretty well for myself if you ask me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ive had my heart broken, its taken me years to get it back to where it is now and im finally whole again i cant and wont let just anyone in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;but when i do i give my 125 percent because thats just what i do as a person i have to risk it all to find something thats worth anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;it may seem as though all i do is be with them but its not like that if i have nothing to do and the person has nothing to do then we are going to hang out together might as well. as soon as i get plans for something else or to do something else im there because thats just the person i am im not going to go around letting people down its not in me to do such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;i have yet to find a person that knows me all of me, a few have gotten very close but hasnt worked out to well but, when i do that will be my husband &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;in short i follow this equation to make sure i am whole and at my highest level of happiness : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Life + God+Family+ Friends= Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;if any of these parts arent good im not good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;with everything being said i am me and can only do me its like ive said before i know who and what i am and its just up to the world to open their eyes and accept it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-8608106876238513076?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8608106876238513076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=8608106876238513076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8608106876238513076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8608106876238513076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/01/for-those-whom-dont-know.html' title='for those whom dont know'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-8277106769223522518</id><published>2009-01-13T09:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T09:41:59.592-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Misunderstanding of LIFE'/><title type='text'>"Don't Give a Damn Ehh...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sort of sad its come down to this but i guess you just don't give a damn...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for years I've told myself you were more than just a friend you were like a part of the fam, but i guess you don't give a damn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't you think that its a great big misunderstanding? or are you just so suck on your "i don't give a damn attitude" because you're too stuck trying to prove i am the one that did wrong and won't open your eyes to see the truth?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me know, since you think you know me but naw you don't you just don't give a damn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm surely not one to keep puttin myself out there to keep getting accused for things i don't see nor understand, but i guess you just don't give a damn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its cool though maybe when the time is right and you decide to hit me up maybe things can go back to what they once were but until then &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just wont give a damn.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-8277106769223522518?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8277106769223522518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=8277106769223522518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8277106769223522518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8277106769223522518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-give-damn-ehh.html' title='&quot;Don&apos;t Give a Damn Ehh....&quot;'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-181106075542264919</id><published>2008-11-04T06:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T06:20:31.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cherlene'/><title type='text'>November 4, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SRAvTraLDFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kzFwQf9Vcz4/s1600-h/Obama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264759979512630354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SRAvTraLDFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kzFwQf9Vcz4/s320/Obama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ELECTION DAY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ELECTION DAY, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ELECTION DAY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ElECtIoN dAy, election day, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YAD NOITCELE, giorno delle elezioni,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;jour de l'élection&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;DIA DE LAS ELECCIONES&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ELECTION ΗΜΕΡΑ&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;hari pemilihan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NLecTOIE ydA&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;election day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today November 4, 2008, Is the Day that we all get to see history in the making. This is the day that our children's children will ask us about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OBAMA vs. McCain &lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com/s/981614"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud to have voted! I strive for  CHANGE and I hope that's what our nation receives!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com/s/981614"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-181106075542264919?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/181106075542264919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=181106075542264919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/181106075542264919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/181106075542264919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/11/november-4-2008.html' title='November 4, 2008'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SRAvTraLDFI/AAAAAAAAAD8/kzFwQf9Vcz4/s72-c/Obama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-8315373592688939711</id><published>2008-10-27T23:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:39:14.085-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In my Opinion'/><title type='text'>A FEW ANSWERS FROM ABOVE SHED LIGHT ON TRAGEDY By Leonard Pitts, Jr</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;I threw down the newspaper in disgust. God, who was sitting in the recliner next to mine watching the baseball playoffs, glanced over.``Relax,'' He said, ``the campaign will be over in a few days.'' ``It's not that,'' I said. ``Then what?'' I handed God the newspaper. He put on his reading glasses and spent a few minutes studying the page. Finally, He shook His head. ``Oh,'' He said, as He laid the paper aside. `` `Oh?' Is that all you can say? Didn't you read the story? These rebels in Uganda, they're kidnapping children and forcing them to be soldiers and sex slaves! It says here they've killed 100,000 people, displaced 1.6 million over the last 18 years. Doesn't that bother you?'' ``It bothers me,'' God said. ``I would think so. Especially since . . .'' God arched His brow. ``Especially since what?'' It took me a second to gather my courage. ``Especially since they're doing it in your name,'' I said finally. ``It's bad enough they call themselves the Lord's Resistance Army, but did you see this part here? According to the United Nations, these monsters say they're kidnapping kids in order to set up a new government based on the Ten Commandments,'' I said. ``They forgot No. 8,'' God said. ``Beg pardon?'' ``No. 8,'' God said. `` `Thou shalt not steal.' Also, No. 6, of course. `Thou shalt not kill.' '' ``Why don't you stop them then? Send a plague. Destroy the rebels.'' ``Is that what you think I should do?'' ``You weren't shy about it in the Old Testament.'' God sighed. ``You send a little too much rain one time and they never let you forget.'' ``It's not funny!'' To my surprise, I shouted it. ``You're angry with me,'' God said. I swallowed hard. ``I guess I am. It shouldn't be this way. It doesn't have to be.'' ``Well, we agree there.'' ``Then make it stop. You could.'' ``I could,'' He agreed. ``Maybe I will. But it will just start again somewhere else. You know that, don't you? That's the problem with that free will thing I gave you all.'' ``Yeah, yeah,'' I said. ``We can choose to do right, or we can choose to do wrong. I know all about that.'' ``Don't give me, `Yeah, yeah,' '' God said sternly. ``And for the record, that's not what I meant. What I'm saying is that you people, you're all like that Jim Carrey fellow in that Bruce Almighty movie. You all think you can be a better God than I can. ``Some awful thing happens to you, or some bad person isn't instantly struck down by lightning bolts and you figure it must be because God is slipping. You figure He needs your help. ``So you decide to play God. And you use my name to sanction your meanest and most narrow impulses, like I'm a moral Get-Out-of-Jail-Free card or something. You say you're doing my will; then you steal babies and make war. You say you're doing what God said; then you kill one another. I told you to love one another. How do you get from `love' to `kill?' '' ``But how are we supposed to have faith in you when you let so many bad things happen?'' I asked. ``I could ask you the same question,'' God said. ``You know why I gave you free will? I wanted you to surprise yourselves sometimes. Surprise me, too. I knew you'd do things that disappointed me, but I thought you'd make me proud more often. I thought you would find more opportunities to do good. Instead, you find opportunities to break my heart. ``And yet I keep giving you chances, don't I? Keep giving you sunrises, keep giving you babies, keep giving you breath, waiting for you to surprise me,'' He said. I picked up the paper and looked at the awful story again. ``Lord, have mercy,'' I said. God gave me a wan smile. ``I know,'' He said. ``You think it's hard believing in me? Think how I feel, trying to believe in you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-8315373592688939711?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8315373592688939711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=8315373592688939711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8315373592688939711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8315373592688939711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/10/few-answers-from-above-shed-light-on.html' title='A FEW ANSWERS FROM ABOVE SHED LIGHT ON TRAGEDY By Leonard Pitts, Jr'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-218524110264164374</id><published>2008-10-20T21:26:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T08:58:29.158-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I love them'/><title type='text'>She's a Woman... Views Through Her Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259433040296634258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="238" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SP1CfAbVZ5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/EB0TpI7ytY8/s320/my+pictures+203.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She's my women&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;strong as can be, birth, cared, and raised all of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;she was given nothing and made it her life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;she feared nothing because she'd already met misery and defeat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;making ends meet; with two jobs, three kids and a man who cheats &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;that never stopped her from telling her kids there's hope... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;a better life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;late nights she'd cry herself to sleep praying for peace to heal her pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;who had she become after her children were all grown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;just another old lady with unaccomplished goals, no success, and only grace in her heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;who was she, but the same woman who finds a way around obstacles and boundaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;singing, praying and crying to the lord, "ROI BONJOUR EDE MWEN", to have her dreams that &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;were unfulfilled, for love that she pray to have passion, for a break from poverty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-218524110264164374?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/218524110264164374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=218524110264164374' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/218524110264164374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/218524110264164374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/10/she-women-views-through-her-eyes.html' title='She&apos;s a Woman... Views Through Her Eyes'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SP1CfAbVZ5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/EB0TpI7ytY8/s72-c/my+pictures+203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-2959778786474614078</id><published>2008-10-13T10:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T11:03:30.584-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possibility'/><title type='text'>this "that" dude</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;i can still feel the soft gentle kisses from his lips, on the base of my neck &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;his warm masculine touches all over my body, do something to my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;which in turn make my heart feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;safe and at home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;his ways with words are impeccable, rest assured the words he speaks are filled with wisdom and have a meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;with such a captivating demeanor and self protryal one can't help but to stop and stare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;he has made me reach a new nautral high with jokes out of this world that keep me laughing throughout the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;the way i am feeling has made me realize that i just might be able to give in and learn to love again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;its been a long time coming and he just might have the magic touch, that the others lacked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;but as all in life only time will tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-2959778786474614078?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2959778786474614078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=2959778786474614078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2959778786474614078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2959778786474614078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-that-dude.html' title='this &quot;that&quot; dude'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-4726854736558540295</id><published>2008-09-10T16:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T16:45:24.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>missing the greatest story never told part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i told him i loved and he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; me HA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;see i knew what it meant to love someone and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; want to put myself in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;predicament&lt;/span&gt; where i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;would've&lt;/span&gt; just said it just to say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;see i gave all i had in me to our relationship but i guess it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; enough &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;even though&lt;/span&gt; he said it first he still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; believe himself &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; that some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; why would have you even said it if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; or even mean it but anyways ya see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;i gave i gave time, i gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;effort&lt;/span&gt;, i gave faithfulness, i gave honesty, i gave loyalty, i gave happiness, i gave &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;sincerity&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;and what did he give you ask &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;mhh&lt;/span&gt;.. lets see wait hold on its coming back to me oh yeah he gave me the happiest moments of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;ya see life is a hilarious thing you give all that you have into something that can so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;easily&lt;/span&gt; break you down and tear you apart but that same thing can glue you right back up and hold you together and make you whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;ya see the person who writes the script done put me through h-e- double hockey &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;sticks&lt;/span&gt; and back dealing with this thing and at the end of the day the end result will be worth it but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;at times oh my LORD i say why is it that the heart can not do what the mind tells it to do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;in all reality no one can control that feeling that they get when they realize that they would do whatever and a half for the thing that they love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;see once you acknowledge that you are in love its a wrap you will never be able to stop loving  ha you may try to fool yourself but time will reveal all secrets that are withheld&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;believe that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-4726854736558540295?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-5769688771736291298</id><published>2008-09-01T01:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:15:15.285-04:00</updated><title type='text'>To you all...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me break this down to you...&lt;br /&gt;Come closer to the screen so when you read this it becomes lucid to you.&lt;br /&gt;What I'm about to say will definitely make your mind start to run&lt;br /&gt;You may even have an annoyance just from thinking too damn hard&lt;br /&gt;Who I am is Cherlene fucking Ceneus…&lt;br /&gt;Not to be disrespected because I sure as hell won’t do it to you,&lt;br /&gt;Not to be discounted, my opinions may be different so deal with it,&lt;br /&gt;And not to be used, been there done that.&lt;br /&gt;I do give chances; two ask a matter of fact, I think everyone should be given a second chance…&lt;br /&gt;But if you fuck up…&lt;br /&gt;Don’t come to me again.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have best friends because my friendships never work out like that. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't want to be like you, think like you or even smell like you cause I'm me!&lt;br /&gt;I am Cherlene Ceneus; don’t really care what you want or how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Transitioning from being a child to a woman… I’m changing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are my fucking rules so if this was incoherent to you read it again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-5769688771736291298?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-8497677104606460891</id><published>2008-08-29T10:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T16:57:20.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When it's all said and done was it worth it...</title><content type='html'>When it's all said and done was it worth it...&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth my tears?&lt;br /&gt;My pain ?&lt;br /&gt;My heart?&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-8497677104606460891?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8497677104606460891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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because she has already seen how failure affects lives&lt;br /&gt;Losing her home, having her car repossess, and struggling to make ends meet is not what she has in mind&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that there are ups and downs in life, she won't stay down and out&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the street with her confidence in mind, looking like she could be the next Nefertiti, men who walk by look with laudable eyes as her hips sway from left to right she knows that her body is not her money maker&lt;br /&gt;She’s too much of a lady to take part of some guys’ sexual fantasy; she has her own man for that.&lt;br /&gt;Her college degree was her ticket to anything and everything she wanted to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;to be continue...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-4296371422381913784?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt; tired of this shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave me the fuck alone get on with your "friends"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you so freaking hot to impress people with money and style and all this material &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bullshyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when in reality strip you from all that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shyt&lt;/span&gt; and lets see who would actually be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;standin&lt;/span&gt; by your &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fuckin&lt;/span&gt; side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kid &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so fed up with your hypocritical attitude&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;your such a fucking user kid stop the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bullshyt&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nigga&lt;/span&gt; it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;aint&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt; no fucking play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-2689703861488336812?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2689703861488336812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=2689703861488336812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='men'/><title type='text'>women just love too hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your all the fucking same &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you lie &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you cheat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you take barely give&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you play &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you act &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you all fail to realize that we give unconditionally &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we trust &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we please &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you still find the nerve to leave such a good thing behind saying you're unhappy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you want more &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you need to venture &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're too busy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't need the stress &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its too much drama &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah but you weren't saying all of that when &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you were sick and needed someone to care for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or when you where hungry and needed food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or when you needed a jump &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or when you needed money&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or you needed someone to talk too cause no one else would understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or just needed help &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;right &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we give because when we love we love hard &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we don't fake because we cant hide our true emotions it is not in us to put up a fake ass &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;facade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we give our trust blindly not wanting to believe anything obscene&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we try to make it as stress fear and light as possible but it is never enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuck all the bullshit just say from the jump you're a coward ass excuse for a man and cant deal with a relationship that gives you the world and you cant appreciate it you'd prefer to run to the hoes and the bitches and sluts of the block cause you want to get your cock sucked. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;take your fucking head out your ass and realize that a true genuine intelligent woman stands right in front of you and has not done shit to you to deserve the crap that you put her through. understand that women bend in all kinds of directions to do right and make their relationship work &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fucker realize that a relationship takes two people well in your mind its one to many huh? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeah i understand your a fucking sad excuse for a man but after all that bullshit is said and done i still stand deeply in love with you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yup call me stupid dumb naive but it is the sad truth.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have tried to go against it and my days get long, cold and depressing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i acknowledge it and still end up sad because you're not there. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i deny it and I'm upset with the entire world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i accept it and deal with it and my heart is half empty. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it is a sad thing love can do to a woman. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its even sadder what love can not do for a man.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-2161861553626322104?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2161861553626322104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=2161861553626322104' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2161861553626322104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2161861553626322104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/08/women-just-love-too-hard.html' title='women just love too hard'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-3324666193926231101</id><published>2008-08-12T18:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:42:10.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember my innocence that got lost in you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember when I would imagine me and you being together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How we would never argue and now that’s all we seem to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust, Love, Loyalty is the game we play. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Insecurity was the last thing that I thought would enter my soul.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you but...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going crazy trying to make the truth seem real.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My loyalty fell short and I know that, but what's done is done.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'd wish it back if I could but I can't.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Well I know I may be holding up your time, so call me when you get this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/5382697391812023276-3324666193926231101?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3324666193926231101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=3324666193926231101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/3324666193926231101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/3324666193926231101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-remember.html' title='I Remember'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-2978053294173490234</id><published>2008-08-08T10:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:28:40.298-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liars'/><title type='text'>this goes out to</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;the people who do not think of their consequences of their actions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the people whom lie so much that their truths are not believed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;they've&lt;/span&gt; lied so much one can not tell the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those people, stop pretending to be something that you are not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;those people understand that truth will come to light and you will be disappearing in the mist of all the lies you've spoken&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your respect and character will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;diminish&lt;/span&gt; leaving you left with nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everyone will see you for who and what you truly are a worthless, no good, hypocritical, manipulative liar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it is not that hard to think before you speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;therefore&lt;/span&gt; think of your consequences or you will loose it all believe that&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-2978053294173490234?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-2927871867166144440</id><published>2008-08-04T21:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T21:14:12.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poolside Conversation With God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By: Leonard Pitts Jr.&lt;br /&gt;I was sitting on the deck in a chaise lounge. God was floating on His back in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;I pointed to the night sky, a white disk of moon rising magisterially into an infinity of black. "Nice work," I said. God didn't answer.&lt;br /&gt;"And hey, thanks for the weather today," I said. "75 degrees, low humidity, a nice breeze. Well done."&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Still no answer. He gets in these quiet moods sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;"Now I know how Mother Teresa felt," I groused, laughing to show Him I was just kidding. Might as well have been laughing at the moon.&lt;br /&gt;I picked up the copy of Time magazine from where it had fallen during my nap, held it up so He could see the Mother's portrait on the cover. "You should read this," I said. "It's fascinating."&lt;br /&gt;The article was about a new book, "Mother Teresa: Come Be My Light," based on 66 years of her correspondence. The letters reveal a startling fact: For the last 50 years of her life, this iconic, holy woman felt spiritually abandoned, cut off from God. She felt no Presence. She felt alone.&lt;br /&gt;"... The silence and emptiness is so great," she wrote in 1979, "that I look and do not see -- Listen and do not hear."&lt;br /&gt;"... I am told God loves me," she wrote in an undated letter, "and yet the reality of darkness and coldness and emptiness is so great that nothing touches my soul."&lt;br /&gt;"You know," I said, "you could have given her a sign. Would that have killed you?"&lt;br /&gt;Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;"Answer me when I'm talking to you!" I was mortified to hear myself yelling at Him, but I couldn't make myself stop. "Do you have any idea how much easier you make it for atheists when you act like this? It makes their argument so much simpler. If a woman who had given her very life over to this 'God' couldn't get a word out of Him for years, isn't the logical conclusion that He does not exist? Is that really what you want people to think?"&lt;br /&gt;God drifted in the pool, silent.&lt;br /&gt;"Is this a faith thing?" I asked. "Is that it? Even though she had doubt, she continued to minister to people in one of the poorest places on Earth. Is that your point? Have faith?"&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a breeze playing among the trees drew me around sharply. "Was that You?" I said.&lt;br /&gt;Silence. I said, "You know you're making me crazy here, right? I feel like the conflicted priest from that TV show, 'Nothing Sacred.' There was this one episode where he gave a homily and asked, 'Which man is crazy, the one who hears thunder and thinks it's the voice of God, or the one who hears the voice of God and thinks it's only thunder?'"&lt;br /&gt;I sighed my frustration. For a moment, the only sound was the water lapping in the pool. Then I said softly, "You know, sometimes, I think atheists have a point. When you see nothing, when you feel nothing, isn't it logical to conclude it's because there is nothing?" I couldn't bear to look at Him as I said this.&lt;br /&gt;"I think the only reason I don't go with them," I whispered, "is because of all those other times when you do see ... something. When you feel connected to something so vast it defies comprehension. It fills you. It settles you. It gives you peace. And you say to yourself, 'Lord, where did that come from? It couldn't be my imagination, because I couldn't imagine anything so ... perfect.'"&lt;br /&gt;Still He was silent. I looked up.&lt;br /&gt;"You know, this mysterious ways thing gets a little ..."&lt;br /&gt;I froze. God wasn't there. God was gone. Sitting alone under the blind white cataract of the moon, I shivered. Then I saw Him. He had climbed out of the pool and was drying himself with a towel. He had been there all along. "Thank God," I breathed.&lt;br /&gt;"I used to like that show," He said thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? What show?"&lt;br /&gt;"That 'Nothing Sacred.' That was a good show. I hated when they canceled it."&lt;br /&gt;God finished drying Himself and went into the house. It started to rain.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-2927871867166144440?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2927871867166144440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=2927871867166144440' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2927871867166144440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2927871867166144440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/08/poolside-conversation-with-god.html' title='A Poolside Conversation With God'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-8703323459271838702</id><published>2008-07-27T15:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T03:02:17.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;his driving is impeccable &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the acceleration of the gas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;petal&lt;/span&gt; makes my mind wonder into a parallel dimension out of this world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;he looks to the right left then brakes slightly then zooms pass the 94 max swtiching lanes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;going from far left to far right brings the sense of exhileration that has been suppressed within for too long to light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;makes me feel awaken all over again in a different way than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;it is different and i like it i must say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;the ride cant really ever know what to expect from it but when it goes down it is on and behold all what may come from it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;it is mesmorizing what can happen from just a ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;ones mind just wonders off into a different dimension taken by surprised by the motion and ability he gives to drive so well speedin across the way to get to his destination &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;the ride is indescribeable these words give no justice to the truth of the meaning behind the ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-8703323459271838702?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8703323459271838702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=8703323459271838702' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8703323459271838702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8703323459271838702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/07/ride.html' title='the ride'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-112744200503901072</id><published>2008-07-23T00:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T00:26:25.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Vacation</title><content type='html'>I feel something...&lt;br /&gt;    HAPPY! but sad&lt;br /&gt;    overjoyed whenever I think about the cute things he told me&lt;br /&gt;    lonely sometimes when he doesn't call&lt;br /&gt;    but, special because I was the one he chose.&lt;br /&gt;    I don't want to say it ...&lt;br /&gt;    it's wrong, I'm too young, I don't know if I really feel this way&lt;br /&gt;    What I feel on the inside I don't say out loud&lt;br /&gt;    I keep it to my self or sometimes say it before I go to bed&lt;br /&gt;    quietly...&lt;br /&gt;    people call it " The 3 words". I call it the " Liar's words".&lt;br /&gt;    At first I thought it was an idea what I wanted to feel&lt;br /&gt;    but I don't think so maybe it's the way my spine chills when&lt;br /&gt;    I'm around him or the way I smile because the thought of me &lt;br /&gt;    being with him was something I never imagined.&lt;br /&gt;    What he told me before we said our good byes over the phone. &lt;br /&gt;    These words I didn't want to believe &lt;br /&gt;    I wanted to say back to him.&lt;br /&gt;    but it was just too hard.The 3 words are ...&lt;br /&gt;    I Love You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-112744200503901072?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/112744200503901072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=112744200503901072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/112744200503901072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/112744200503901072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/07/summer-vacation.html' title='Summer Vacation'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-5617613479310844456</id><published>2008-07-22T09:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T09:42:04.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyler Perry coming out with some more Drama!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.familythatpreysmovie.com/" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.familythatpreysmovie.com/&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Family that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Preys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-5617613479310844456?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/5617613479310844456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=5617613479310844456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/5617613479310844456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/5617613479310844456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/07/tyler-perry-coming-out-with-some-more.html' title='Tyler Perry coming out with some more Drama!!!'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-5524898455501643786</id><published>2008-07-20T17:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:31:04.288-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the opposite sex'/><title type='text'>Move ME (interpret as you may like)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVE ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enlighten my being&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Hold me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encourage me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inspire me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kiss me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caress me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whisper in my ear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVE ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make my soles jerk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make my heels jump&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penetrate me nice and slow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pull my hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Exhilarate my being&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Move my soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Move me SO good &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I drift into a deep slumber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And wake up from a frantic dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yelling and screaming for more&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVE ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whisper in my ear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caress me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kiss me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Inspire me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Please me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Encourage me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hold me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Love me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Feel me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enlighten my being&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#003333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MOVE ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-5524898455501643786?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/5524898455501643786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=5524898455501643786' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/5524898455501643786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/5524898455501643786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/07/move-me-interpret-as-you-may-like.html' title='Move ME (interpret as you may like)'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-1111494815288060081</id><published>2008-07-20T17:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:18:44.591-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired sick more'/><title type='text'>-unnamed-</title><content type='html'>i want more as simple as that I'm sick and tired of nothing it is as if there is no point but indeed there is somewhere underneath all of the bull and garbage and lies and hurts there lies a truth&lt;br /&gt;one of which i wouldn't be able to express at this time or date but in my gut i know it is there deep down inside where all the good lies and bad just simply disappears from acknowledgment&lt;br /&gt;when that point comes out to the lime light there will be no telling what is possible of happening to all of those that thought otherwise and just gave up with the feeling of being tired and sick of absolutely nothing just wanting more from life and the people in it and things around them&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-1111494815288060081?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/1111494815288060081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=1111494815288060081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/1111494815288060081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/1111494815288060081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/07/unnamed.html' title='-unnamed-'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-8190919005039564027</id><published>2008-07-13T21:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T21:35:22.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ultimate decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The ultimate decision is yours, we are the ones that can decide who and what we are. The minute that we realize that we are not what we want &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is the minute we realize that we have not been true to ourselves or to the ones we love. The ultimate decision is yours.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-8190919005039564027?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8190919005039564027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=8190919005039564027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8190919005039564027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8190919005039564027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/07/ultimate-decision.html' title='ultimate decision'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-9120617166636586260</id><published>2008-07-13T21:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:10:17.124-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me you love me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me you can't live without me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me the world has no meaning, if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not by your side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me you can't resist me when i want you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me i am your one, the one you've been looking for all of your life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me that you will always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;understand&lt;/span&gt; me and give me what i deserve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-9120617166636586260?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/9120617166636586260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=9120617166636586260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/9120617166636586260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/9120617166636586260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/07/tell-me.html' title='Tell Me'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-4197677651079805271</id><published>2008-07-01T12:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T13:00:25.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been wondering and</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;is it a problem if you feel as though you are settling for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; next big thing because the it person is no longer by your side? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;is it a problem if are not at your highest level of happiness with the person that is by your side? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;is it a good idea to stand up and fight for what you want? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;or should you just let time pass and pass and pass and see if fate brings the person back to your side?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; is it correct to say that one should never give up on a person if one can not go a day without thinking about that person? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;what if you never give up and you move on but then realize that no one or nothing can replace or fill that void that was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;built&lt;/span&gt; by that person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; is it then safe to say that you should settle for the next big thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; or should you strive and go after the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;person&lt;/span&gt; that makes you the happiest just by &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;looking&lt;/span&gt; into their eyes? should you wait on fate or believe in the faith that the person feels the same as you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;what if you are scared of rejection? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;are supposed to pretend as though your not and attempt something knowing good and well that if you do not succeed it will be far worst than what you could have possible imagined? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;what to do?&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/5382697391812023276-4197677651079805271?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/4197677651079805271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=4197677651079805271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/4197677651079805271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/4197677651079805271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/07/ive-been-wondering-and.html' title='i&apos;ve been wondering and'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-802777160449743966</id><published>2008-07-01T09:33:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T12:45:47.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To: YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Date: TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject:YOURSELF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reference:LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is God. To day I will be handling All of your problems for you. I do Not need your help. So, have a nice day. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. And, remember...If life happens to deliver a situation to you that you cannot handle, do Not attempt to resolve it yourself! Kindly put it in the SFGTD (som ething for God to do) box. I will get to it in MY TIME. All situations will be resolved, but in My time, not yours&lt;br /&gt;Once the matter is placed into the box, do not hold onto it by worrying about it. Instead, focus on all the wonderful things that are present in your life now&lt;br /&gt;Should you decide to send this to a friend; Thank you. You may have touched their life in ways you will never know!&lt;br /&gt;Now, you have a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;God has seen you struggling, God says it's over. A blessing is coming your way... if you believe in&lt;br /&gt;God! Please send this to others who need His help. You are being tested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-802777160449743966?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/802777160449743966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=802777160449743966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/802777160449743966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/802777160449743966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/07/to-you-date-today-from-god.html' title='Prayer'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-2005322375182796787</id><published>2008-06-30T08:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:40:07.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A dream to be...</title><content type='html'>A dream to be never deferred&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Mr. Hughes, I ain't stoppin&lt;br /&gt;Just like Mr. King I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;A dream to be whatever I want to be&lt;br /&gt;No man on this earth could lead me down the opposite path&lt;br /&gt;It's hard enough trying to survive... in this dog eat dog world&lt;br /&gt;NO I'm not a product of my environment!&lt;br /&gt;I am filled with ambition&lt;br /&gt;Thirsting for a education&lt;br /&gt;I may fall but I will always rise&lt;br /&gt;Never will I stay down, because they told me to&lt;br /&gt;A dream never ever to be deferred&lt;br /&gt;Not like a dry up raisin in the sun Nor does it fester like a sore&lt;br /&gt;But it will explode not with unaccomplishment but with success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Cherlene Ceneus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-2005322375182796787?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/2005322375182796787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=2005322375182796787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2005322375182796787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/2005322375182796787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream-to-be.html' title='A dream to be...'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-8566122419617307928</id><published>2008-06-30T08:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:37:31.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Deferred</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;What happens to a dream deferred?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Does it dry upLike a raisin in the sun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Or fester like a sore--And then run?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Does it stink like rotten meat?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Or crust and sugar over--like a syrupy sweet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Maybe it just sagslike a heavy load?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Or does it explode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#660000;"&gt;Langston Hughes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-8566122419617307928?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8566122419617307928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=8566122419617307928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8566122419617307928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8566122419617307928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/06/dream-deferred.html' title='Dream Deferred'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-8784516271256729113</id><published>2008-06-29T02:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:52:59.009-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live love laugh friends family life'/><title type='text'>its me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: right"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;its me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;just open yourself back up and let me in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;im trying but it has to be a two way street &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;i know your in there just come out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;its me let down your guard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;its me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-8784516271256729113?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/8784516271256729113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=8784516271256729113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8784516271256729113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/8784516271256729113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-me.html' title='its me'/><author><name>Jessie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16464342629783903690</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tPCX2AqvyiI/SGa4n55Fv0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/HmZaI-bBvg0/S220/adult+look+jiji.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5382697391812023276.post-9198083410264961916</id><published>2008-06-28T17:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:10:04.482-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='live love laugh life friends'/><title type='text'>a little insight from my mind jiji</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;i just wanted to tell you &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt; my life hasnt been the same &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;i &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;need you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;not a day goes by that i dont &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;think of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt; yeah &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;me and you&lt;/span&gt; together &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;i feel it &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it is meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;believe it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the type of love i give is irreplaceable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; the ladii's of today are flaw like many of the gentle men &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but me im unique i vow to do you right &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i vow it on everything i do and am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;believe that&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-9198083410264961916?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/9198083410264961916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=9198083410264961916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/9198083410264961916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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There is a curve called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAILURE&lt;/span&gt;, a loop called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONFUSION&lt;/span&gt;, speed bumps called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt;, red lights called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ENEMIES&lt;/span&gt;, caution lights called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;. You will have flats called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JOBS&lt;/span&gt;. But, if you have a spare called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;DETERMINATION&lt;/span&gt;, an engine called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PERSEVERANCE&lt;/span&gt;, insurance called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;FAITH&lt;/span&gt;, a driver called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;JESUS&lt;/span&gt;, you will make it to a place called &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUCCESS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5382697391812023276-3900538873964583977?l=ambitiousviews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/feeds/3900538873964583977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5382697391812023276&amp;postID=3900538873964583977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/3900538873964583977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5382697391812023276/posts/default/3900538873964583977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ambitiousviews.blogspot.com/2008/06/food-for-thought.html' title='Food for Thought'/><author><name>Cherlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17344604968170451298</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xY2kJ6de_Io/SLuJX1TTG8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/HIXhuq3jh7o/S220/tetal,+cha-cha,+carline.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
