<?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-4274203582053243539</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:21:26.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bee`s Knees</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.dimijianimages.com/More-p20-Madagascar-p7/4233-night-sky-at-25-degree.jpg" width="500" height="300"&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-6468602947282383793</id><published>2010-03-25T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T15:59:18.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>im on my j-o ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;so i just got a phone call from a beautiful white named Rob offering me a position at his company! So there it is folks...I've got a job. I owe it all to Jesus! I want to start blogging more so I'll be back later on today with another post. Just had to put the good news into the atmosphere :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-6468602947282383793?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/6468602947282383793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-on-my-j-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/6468602947282383793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/6468602947282383793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-on-my-j-o.html' title='im on my j-o ..'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-3518515283565080440</id><published>2010-02-18T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:24:38.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"YOU'RE FIRED</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In August I was hired at UCLA and overall it has definitely been a humbling experience. I've learned how to shut up and listen when I dont want to. I've learned to appreciate the fact that I can walk on my own two feet, and I can eat, speak, and think without the assistance of someone else. I've been waiting for my six month probation period to be over so I could begin to invest in purchasing a car, and moving into my own apartment. Today I was FIRED ! This is the first time I have ever been fired from a job, but I am EXTREMELY grateful. God knows I was thankful for the money, but I truly HATED that place. The only upside to that job was interacting with patients and having the opportunity to affect someone's life with my kindness. That is all over, and though it seems as though the things that God has promised me have been thwarted, I know better. I also know that Romans 8:28 is real, and God works all things together for my good. So dear me: Congrats on God moving you from one platform to another :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-3518515283565080440?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/3518515283565080440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-fired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/3518515283565080440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/3518515283565080440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2010/02/youre-fired.html' title='&quot;YOU&apos;RE FIRED'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-5073402655864703167</id><published>2009-08-13T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:33:07.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tis a sad instance to be in love and that love not be returned. to sit and wait for something that may never occur. falling asleep at night touching dreams that will never come true. where does one go when these dreams are the only reality that one knows ? when hope and tightly squeezed pillows are the anchor that holds you together..where do you go ? do you fight clenching your eyes, or do you open them &amp; die ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-5073402655864703167?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/5073402655864703167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/5073402655864703167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/5073402655864703167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams.html' title='dreams.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-6130090841552771318</id><published>2009-07-11T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T02:47:15.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>favourite songs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is more appealing to me than a man that loves God and music, because i honestly believe that being in love is like hearing your favorite song..or hearing a song you've always loved but haven't heard in a while...and i want him to be able to love me more than that moment. i want to be his favorite song..and i'll sing it beautifully...push play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-6130090841552771318?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/6130090841552771318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/07/favourite-songs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/6130090841552771318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/6130090841552771318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/07/favourite-songs.html' title='favourite songs.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-3214730840585400189</id><published>2009-06-13T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T00:59:57.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poll</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you're in love with someone should you tell them how you feel, even if you arent sure how they feel, or even if you've been hurt by this person before?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-3214730840585400189?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/3214730840585400189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/06/poll.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/3214730840585400189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/3214730840585400189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/06/poll.html' title='poll'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-853728209086763715</id><published>2009-05-27T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T00:50:07.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love &amp; marriage.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there have been times in the past where my pride has attempted to mask my heart's scars in saying that i never wanted love, i never wanted to get married, i never wanted any of it, but if i can be transparent for a moment i'd dare say there is nothing i want more. i often come off as rude, or indifferent because i have the tendency to hide my emotions to prevent the public from seeing me at a vulnerable place, but my heart beats for love &amp; romance, and i find now that it aches for love more than ever before. because i've been at the brink of it. i've seen a future full of it, and though that idea has been thwarted by the reality of the situation i still believe in it. the bible says in 1 corinthians 13 that "love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance" and that reminds me that if the love i possess parallels that verse then it must be real. it reminds me that the love that i possess never fails. so in spite of the present i know that the burden my heart carries for him is love, and if i remain faithful it will NOT fail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-853728209086763715?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/853728209086763715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/853728209086763715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/853728209086763715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-marriage.html' title='love &amp; marriage.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-6384913470840376040</id><published>2009-05-26T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:31:05.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>maturity</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we have to ask God to grant us the maturity to stay on assignment and not get attached. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-6384913470840376040?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/6384913470840376040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/05/maturity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/6384913470840376040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/6384913470840376040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/05/maturity.html' title='maturity'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-6580803329874348388</id><published>2009-05-09T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T23:35:53.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>manifest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to love someone for something they haven't become yet, and to love them in a time that has not yet manifested itself? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i do. I love him for who he is in his fullness of God. For who God has created &lt;br /&gt;him to be. And my soul recognizes that, and loves him for it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-6580803329874348388?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/6580803329874348388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/05/extraordinary.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/6580803329874348388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/6580803329874348388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/05/extraordinary.html' title='manifest.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-7863973944548118828</id><published>2009-05-09T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T03:04:02.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>screeech.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got into a car accident last night.&lt;br /&gt;and the three most important people in my life&lt;br /&gt;(outside of my family ... well sort of ) were with me&lt;br /&gt;and i thank God for sparing us and keeping us safe..&lt;br /&gt;i also thank God that my car still runs though it looks&lt;br /&gt;PRETTY BAD ! nobody can take care of me like my God can !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-7863973944548118828?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/7863973944548118828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/05/screeech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/7863973944548118828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/7863973944548118828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/05/screeech.html' title='screeech.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-5355953235996023641</id><published>2009-05-08T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:17:02.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reciprocity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the most amazing feeling in the world to find out that the person that you love most in the world feels like EXACT same way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-5355953235996023641?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/5355953235996023641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/05/reciprocity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/5355953235996023641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/5355953235996023641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/05/reciprocity.html' title='reciprocity.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-3973341028082113895</id><published>2009-04-27T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T23:47:48.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new flame.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-9/411646/Anderson_Cooper.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-3973341028082113895?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/3973341028082113895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-flame.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/3973341028082113895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/3973341028082113895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-flame.html' title='new flame.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-935225851253632775</id><published>2009-04-14T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T15:41:55.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all in me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could explain&lt;br /&gt;why im here in this place&lt;br /&gt;standing beside you but i cant&lt;br /&gt;its very difficult when God places&lt;br /&gt;us on an assignment that we'd &lt;br /&gt;never thought we'd be. its a little&lt;br /&gt;more difficult when your heart is&lt;br /&gt;on the line as well, but i love God&lt;br /&gt;and i know he'll protect my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-935225851253632775?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/935225851253632775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/935225851253632775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/935225851253632775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/04/all-in-me.html' title='all in me.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-8451482905611759799</id><published>2009-03-30T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:17:17.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>live &amp; learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as im maturing im learning &amp; understanding&lt;br /&gt;that maybe i love people a tad much more&lt;br /&gt;than they love me. ive been hurt by friends&lt;br /&gt;and loved ones so much in the past because of this&lt;br /&gt;but it cant be a quality in me that i wont be blessed&lt;br /&gt;for..loyalty i guess some would call it... the thing is&lt;br /&gt;when those quality people come around they'll understand&lt;br /&gt;that and love me for it ... and my dear husband will not&lt;br /&gt;have room enough for the love ill be able to give him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its only sometimes..like these times when i miss him &lt;br /&gt;do i realize that loving someone more than they love you&lt;br /&gt;can be a slightly painful experience..but hey that usually&lt;br /&gt;doesn't change things now does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-8451482905611759799?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-7367672391680985987</id><published>2009-03-29T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T01:20:17.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>19</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so its pretty much&lt;br /&gt;my birthday ..&lt;br /&gt;one year away&lt;br /&gt;from not being&lt;br /&gt;a teenager...does&lt;br /&gt;that mean i get to take&lt;br /&gt;advantage of the excuse to&lt;br /&gt;be an idiot? naw im above that.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday britteney yvonne scales&lt;br /&gt;you were chosen by God before being&lt;br /&gt;formed in the womb. He has made you fearfully&lt;br /&gt;and wonderfully and every step that you take&lt;br /&gt;in Him is ordained and ordered by God. every trial&lt;br /&gt;every mistake, everything you've ever done He knew&lt;br /&gt;about it..your past is your past, your dreams and hopes&lt;br /&gt;for the future lie in Him, trust GOD and HE will &lt;br /&gt;never ever fail you...He loves you more than you can&lt;br /&gt;ever love yourself or anyone else..trust Him, and let him&lt;br /&gt;redeem and refill you...He'LL ALWAYS BE THERE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-7367672391680985987?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/7367672391680985987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/03/19.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/7367672391680985987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/7367672391680985987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/03/19.html' title='19'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-5658989604795782440</id><published>2009-03-27T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T22:27:55.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>two things.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one: God is good, i been struggling and struggling tryna find some release so i went to nana talked to her about it , and guess what she did? she calmed me down and prayed for me =] thank God for praying nanas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two: i had a dream last night he said : " britteney, i love you. &amp; i said i know i love you too ______ , and he said " no i mean i love you ". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pretty much dont need to say anything else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-5658989604795782440?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/5658989604795782440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>happy birthday keana.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so saturday night,&lt;br /&gt;we took my bff kiki h.&lt;br /&gt;to the orpheum theatre to see&lt;br /&gt;justin nozuka , lenka &amp; missy higgins.&lt;br /&gt;can i first say it was an amazing show&lt;br /&gt;three FANTASTIC artists who are very talented.&lt;br /&gt;secondly, i took AWESOME pictures: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2635/220/77/624344102/n624344102_1663815_2561088.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2635/220/77/624344102/n624344102_1663816_1502272.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lenka, look her up. her voice is like an angel's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2635/220/77/624344102/n624344102_1663819_125820.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's working the shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-a.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2635/220/77/624344102/n624344102_1663824_3818151.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our headliner justin nozuka &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2635/220/77/624344102/n624344102_1663825_7106631.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-c.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2635/220/77/624344102/n624344102_1663826_2716927.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-h.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2635/220/77/624344102/n624344102_1663831_2083438.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ll.facebook.com/photos-ll-snc1/v2635/220/77/624344102/n624344102_1663835_5338891.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meet &amp; greet. &lt;br /&gt;keana loves his hair.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-7217632569605670816?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/7217632569605670816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-keana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/7217632569605670816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/7217632569605670816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-keana.html' title='happy birthday keana.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-5140558325703893770</id><published>2009-03-19T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:04:27.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gustav Klimt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite artists, here's a bit of his more famous pieces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagecache.allposters.com/images/pic/IMC/dp155~Musique-Posters.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;musique&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagecache.allposters.com/images/pic/IMC/tfa514~Erfullung-Posters.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fulfillment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; my favorite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://imagecache.allposters.com/images/pic/NYG/77138~The-Kiss-detail-Posters.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the kiss...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-5140558325703893770?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/5140558325703893770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/03/gustav-klimt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/5140558325703893770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/5140558325703893770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/03/gustav-klimt.html' title='Gustav Klimt.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-8916416396980458656</id><published>2009-03-19T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T01:15:21.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lost.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just because im losing,&lt;br /&gt;doesnt mean im lost..&lt;br /&gt;im just waiting until the shine wears off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2-RjMRP5IbI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2-RjMRP5IbI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-8916416396980458656?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/8916416396980458656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/8916416396980458656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/8916416396980458656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/03/lost.html' title='lost.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-9133794277223280714</id><published>2009-03-17T23:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T23:25:25.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>seasons change.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you lied in July.&lt;br /&gt;We fell in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;I grew cold in the winter.&lt;br /&gt;Now im renewed in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless you.&lt;br /&gt;i'll always be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-9133794277223280714?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/9133794277223280714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/03/seasons-change.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/9133794277223280714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/9133794277223280714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/03/seasons-change.html' title='seasons change.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-1151226907886360558</id><published>2009-03-17T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:09:49.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uhm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant wait until he comes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://c1.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images02/17/l_c05bd82da1724baa9aab8a9ef97949c8.jpg" width="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-1151226907886360558?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-7645971565608976245</id><published>2009-03-15T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T02:26:25.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>november 2oo8.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i emailed this to myself in november from my sidekick...its quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i put my toe in the water to test you but you came from behind &amp; pushed me in &amp; at first i floated , swam , explored you. i enjoyed you the way your waves pushed me to &amp; fro the way you engulfed me in your sweet coolness you let me relax in you &amp; hide from hot summer days in your hands yet in your darkest places i found parts of you that i admired like the managerie of beautiful colors on your walls &amp; floors the beautiful things that take life in you , but i found parts of you that were hidden by your beauty , by your waves , by the way you move , you got me right where you wanted me and your current took me under , i couldnt feel the floor i began to drown even as strong as i am i started to drown in you &amp; as i sank i realized that outwardly you were everything i wanted but deep within you`re just a ugly body of water , snatching me under , flowing peacefully as you watched me drown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-7645971565608976245?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/7645971565608976245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/03/november-2oo8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/7645971565608976245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/7645971565608976245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/03/november-2oo8.html' title='november 2oo8.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-8865941927878605223</id><published>2009-03-14T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:14:44.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kids choice awards.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.newcelebwatch.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/kca-2009.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is it , &lt;br /&gt;the day before&lt;br /&gt;my 19th birthday&lt;br /&gt;my favorite celebrity&lt;br /&gt;dwayne johnson will be hosting&lt;br /&gt;the 2009 kids choice awards&lt;br /&gt;and he'll be in the same&lt;br /&gt;city im in...its pretty heart&lt;br /&gt;wrenching to know he'll be so&lt;br /&gt;close and iwont see him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, maybe i should start&lt;br /&gt;praying about it, cause God &lt;br /&gt;does give us our heart's desire&lt;br /&gt;right? but that seems so shallow.&lt;br /&gt;but hey i got spice girl tickets&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago on a prayer so who&lt;br /&gt;says i wont get to meet the rock??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-8865941927878605223?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-5118667401023609781</id><published>2009-03-04T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:19:01.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i never compete.</title><content type='html'>yet i always win. &lt;br /&gt;its God's favor baby. &lt;br /&gt;romans 8 28 !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-5118667401023609781?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/5118667401023609781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-never-compete.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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/&gt;outwards to display&lt;br /&gt;what our inwards feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our hearts sometimes&lt;br /&gt;rule our very actions &lt;br /&gt;and we dont think upon&lt;br /&gt;them until much later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contemplate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-1426288730525141468?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/1426288730525141468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/03/caution.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/1426288730525141468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/1426288730525141468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/03/caution.html' title='caution.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-4962473905732360828</id><published>2009-02-20T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T17:43:19.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>everythingg.</title><content type='html'>some things you just have to trust God on,&lt;br /&gt;and let HIM tell you exactly what to do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now i am full of so many emotions&lt;br /&gt;and i need so much help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-4962473905732360828?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/4962473905732360828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/02/everythingg.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/4962473905732360828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/4962473905732360828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/02/everythingg.html' title='everythingg.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-4338493771956909692</id><published>2009-02-19T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:10:12.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbs 27: 17</title><content type='html'>As iron sharpens iron,&lt;br /&gt;so a friend sharpens a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i133.photobucket.com/albums/q60/themostincrediblebee/usssssssss.jpg" width="300" height="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was distraught from losing&lt;br /&gt;two of the closest friends i'd evr had&lt;br /&gt;( not to death but to the world) a beacon&lt;br /&gt;of light shined through the darkeness..&lt;br /&gt;a constant source of encouragement,&lt;br /&gt;full of Godly wisdom and intricate thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thank God for you Tyree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-4338493771956909692?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/4338493771956909692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/02/proverbs-27-17.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/4338493771956909692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/4338493771956909692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/02/proverbs-27-17.html' title='Proverbs 27: 17'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-1063542474606568910</id><published>2009-02-17T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:56:20.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jude 1 : 24</title><content type='html'>Now unto Him that is able&lt;br /&gt;to keep me from falling..&lt;br /&gt;please dont let me fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nevertheless,&lt;br /&gt;THY will be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-1063542474606568910?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/1063542474606568910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/02/jude-1-24.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/1063542474606568910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/1063542474606568910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/02/jude-1-24.html' title='Jude 1 : 24'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-3786553196479072541</id><published>2009-02-15T01:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T01:47:38.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>214o9.</title><content type='html'>today i had a wonderful day filled with cleaning and the laughter of my closest friends but on such a day revolved around love and physical emotions , i dare say i took a second to contemplate how i really felt about some things and i came to these conclusions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. once i love someone i love them forever. &lt;br /&gt;2. sometimes we cant help who we love. &lt;br /&gt;3. out of sight does not take someone out of mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-3786553196479072541?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/3786553196479072541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/02/214o9.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/3786553196479072541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/3786553196479072541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/02/214o9.html' title='214o9.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-5309793925654223585</id><published>2009-02-04T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:09:05.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>desi arnaz,</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i122.photobucket.com/albums/o278/dirtfairy/desi_arnaz.jpg" width="300" height="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though this may be strange, &lt;br /&gt;i happen to find desi arnaz quite&lt;br /&gt;appealing . he loved to dress , &lt;br /&gt;always wore suits &amp; ties , he was&lt;br /&gt;a musician , had a beautiful smile,&lt;br /&gt;and was imaginative and funny. &lt;br /&gt;it seems that all of those qualities&lt;br /&gt;wrapped into one make the perfect gentleman. &lt;br /&gt;im not sure about his salvation, but i dare &lt;br /&gt;say if that man were saved, and i was alive&lt;br /&gt;when he was alive i definitely would've had&lt;br /&gt;to have been mrs. desi arnaz. shooot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps; where is the ricky to my lucy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-5309793925654223585?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/5309793925654223585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/02/desi-arnaz.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/5309793925654223585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/5309793925654223585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/02/desi-arnaz.html' title='desi arnaz,'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-2449892986428660414</id><published>2009-02-01T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:09:32.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.fadedyouthblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/the-rocks-romantic-rebound-retreat.jpg" width="300" height="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excuse me ? ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-2449892986428660414?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/2449892986428660414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/02/wtf.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/2449892986428660414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/2449892986428660414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/02/wtf.html' title='wtf.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-8803188170257320182</id><published>2009-01-31T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T21:11:54.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all things</title><content type='html'>romans 8 : 28 says &lt;br /&gt;" AND WE KNOW THAT GOD CAUSES ALL THINGS TO WORK TOGETHER FOR THE GOOD OF THOSE THAT LOVE GOD , THOSE WHO ARE CALLED ACCORDING TO HIS PURPOSE"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and ever so often i end up in situations that seem like they can only hurt me, as though nothing about this situation is working in my favor. but just recently..today actually God revealed to me that just cause it seems like its not in YOUR favor, God has to work things together for the good of "those that love him, and are called according to his purpose" not just me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can truly say after today i am satisfied knowing that something not "seemingly" in my favor is already in my favor, and God has blessed someone i care dearly for by hurting me just a little. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but in the end i trust GOD to do what he said he would do. Lord, thy will be done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-8803188170257320182?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/8803188170257320182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/8803188170257320182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/8803188170257320182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/all-things.html' title='all things'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-3808879983903677103</id><published>2009-01-29T01:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T01:21:09.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>abstain.</title><content type='html'>obedience is better than sacrifice..&lt;br /&gt;so what do you get when you pair the two?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-3808879983903677103?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/3808879983903677103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/abstain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/3808879983903677103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/3808879983903677103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/abstain.html' title='abstain.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-9005014534034456340</id><published>2009-01-26T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T23:42:51.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new moon.</title><content type='html'>wait, &lt;br /&gt;dont ever&lt;br /&gt;come into my world.&lt;br /&gt;and then turn it upside&lt;br /&gt;down, or as some would say&lt;br /&gt;right side up.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord help me remain focused,&lt;br /&gt;and save someone [i love] along the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-9005014534034456340?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/9005014534034456340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/9005014534034456340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/9005014534034456340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-moon.html' title='new moon.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-1957443059006146237</id><published>2009-01-25T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T00:55:17.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of sight.</title><content type='html'>DEFINITELY &lt;u&gt; not &lt;/u&gt; out of mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-1957443059006146237?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/1957443059006146237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-sight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/1957443059006146237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/1957443059006146237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/out-of-sight.html' title='out of sight.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-1302207712662443996</id><published>2009-01-23T00:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T00:36:44.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>last call.</title><content type='html'>my cousin was killed on monday&lt;br /&gt;someone knocked on the door of my aunts house and asked for my cousin to come outside..when he went outside he was shot and killed..the funeral was yesterday january 22nd and as they buried his body the minister spoke up and said sunday morning he gave his life to Christ ... this is such a powerful thing, and it truly shows how much God loves us and will do whatever it takes to win our souls..the problem is , everyone wont have the same chance that my cousin did...i urge i beg i recommend that you give your life to Christ, and let him become Lord of your life...&lt;br /&gt;romans ten &amp; nine says all you have to do is confess with your mouth Jesus is Lord &amp; believe in your heart that God raised Him from the dead and you shall be saved...thats all it takes ..will you give God that chance?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-1302207712662443996?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/1302207712662443996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/1302207712662443996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/1302207712662443996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/last-call.html' title='last call.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-2167303215165010864</id><published>2009-01-22T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:10:35.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>44.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/huff-wires/20090120/inauguration-rdp/images/5784c363-456e-42a3-a19e-e31d4e86dc32.jpg" width="300" height="300"/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream now reaches out &amp;&amp; touches the walls of the white house. &lt;br /&gt;an amazing man has become president. and has manifested history. &lt;br /&gt;all i can do now is pray and ask God to guide him, and keep him&lt;br /&gt;and his family safe, and gently lead by the Spirit. I pray his obedience&lt;br /&gt;and I pray that in spite of his title that God's face be that which he seeks the most. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Our President...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-2167303215165010864?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/2167303215165010864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/44.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/2167303215165010864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/2167303215165010864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/44.html' title='44.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-1161484211848211371</id><published>2009-01-19T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:05:05.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"mom" says.</title><content type='html'>" keep god first and He will give you your hearts desire "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-1161484211848211371?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/1161484211848211371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom-says.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/1161484211848211371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/1161484211848211371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/mom-says.html' title='&quot;mom&quot; says.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-1993441744205261525</id><published>2009-01-16T00:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T00:46:46.772-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes What you want doesn't match up to what you need...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes What you thought was the right thing might not be the God thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you gotta be selfless as a result of you being Selfish......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the breaking point no longer is a bad dream but becomes a reality......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to be reminded that you was bought with a price and as a result you no longer belong to yourself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Slavery is more valueable than being the Slave owner........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes............... Sometimes................ Sometimes happens....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Minister Michael Johnson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-1993441744205261525?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/1993441744205261525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/1993441744205261525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/1993441744205261525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/sometimes.html' title='sometimes.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-1674058996024450797</id><published>2009-01-04T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T01:58:00.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>clean it up</title><content type='html'>some people are so messy. ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-1674058996024450797?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/1674058996024450797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/clean-it-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/1674058996024450797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/1674058996024450797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2009/01/clean-it-up.html' title='clean it up'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-5912110929246809088</id><published>2008-12-29T00:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T00:12:53.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the best is yet to come.</title><content type='html'>my belief for 2oo9 is that the best is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;i believe that God will blow my mind, and all the &lt;br /&gt;things hes promised and spoken over my life will &lt;br /&gt;begin to manifest..tonite dana's mom auntie hailey &lt;br /&gt;said " the time is out for mediocrity" how right was she?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we only get one life given to us on this Earth,&lt;br /&gt;and though man's days are all filled with trouble&lt;br /&gt;we have the power to pray and get a handle on those&lt;br /&gt;things that trouble us, if i can testify for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been struggling with something and those closest&lt;br /&gt;to me know what im talking about , and ive been wanting&lt;br /&gt;to forgive and get over it, but my pride &amp; flesh were &lt;br /&gt;really getting the best of me. so as i do in any situation&lt;br /&gt;that affecting my mind i go to God and ask for guidance, and &lt;br /&gt;for a solution cause if theres on thing i hate its dissension&lt;br /&gt;i hate to be at odds with anyone and as ive matured ive learned&lt;br /&gt;to find a way to settle the problem but pride was like no way ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i spoke to my favorite and he gave me words and really helped&lt;br /&gt;see that i was being immature and being a christian i have to remember&lt;br /&gt;that no matter what anyone does to me forgiveness has to be on the other&lt;br /&gt;side of my anger, i have to love regardless. sister gail compared forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;to Gods forgiveness in a a relationship and God loves us so much&lt;br /&gt;that no matter what we do He'll always be waiting for us to repent and come home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the mindset ive been trying to take, and i refuse to succumb to the flesh&lt;br /&gt;and let my pride prevent me from forgiving those who have wronged me its easy&lt;br /&gt;to forgive , but forgetting is the issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyway i prayed that God would help me settle this and HE already has begun &lt;br /&gt;the process...i love my God so much im just like in love with Him and all he has done&lt;br /&gt;for me just blows my mind... but what i love most is the best is yet to come !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-5912110929246809088?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/5912110929246809088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-is-yet-to-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/5912110929246809088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/5912110929246809088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/12/best-is-yet-to-come.html' title='the best is yet to come.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-3709542615570292798</id><published>2008-12-21T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T01:35:55.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>look at me.</title><content type='html'>so many things have changed this year, &lt;br /&gt;i was told the number 8 meant new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;and when i look over the year 2oo8 i see nothing&lt;br /&gt;but that.. God changed soooo much for me , and&lt;br /&gt;through the tears and the hurt hes brought me &lt;br /&gt;closer to him, and thats all that matters, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the national evangelist joyce rogers was at my church&lt;br /&gt;on sunday and while she was doing altar call she said &lt;br /&gt;" God says some of the things you lost this year you&lt;br /&gt;arent going to get back .. hes not going to replace them&lt;br /&gt;hes not going to give you anything , nothing but HIM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp; thats all i want..&lt;br /&gt;i dont want love , &lt;br /&gt;i dont want friendship&lt;br /&gt;i dont want everyone to love me&lt;br /&gt;but God if i could just rest in your arms&lt;br /&gt;in your presence in your house forever&lt;br /&gt;there ill be satisfied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it hurt and youve had &lt;br /&gt;to literally rip me away from people &lt;br /&gt;( hey you created me with this heart&lt;br /&gt;that loves sooo hard ) im thankful you&lt;br /&gt;did it cause you're the only one worth &lt;br /&gt;the love this heart has...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-3709542615570292798?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/3709542615570292798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-at-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/3709542615570292798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/3709542615570292798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/12/look-at-me.html' title='look at me.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-2523649029159681857</id><published>2008-12-02T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T13:48:19.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it hurts so bad.</title><content type='html'>i became attached to him because i'd lost love for him. noone mattered to me more than him he was my best friend he comforted me, he protected me, and was there as a friend whenever i needed him, and he was attached to me as well. we did everything together we became ATTACHED TO ONE ANOTHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thats exactly what it was attachment. i lived off of him. in my weakest state he was everything i needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sanctuary , with him the worlds problems went away. when he was angry i was hurt, when he yelled i cried, when i upset him i would do everything in my power to make it right because i neeeeded his friendship. i needed that security. i needed to know that while everything around me was changing, he'd always be there . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i think thats why its so hard being without him now. cause i dont have that protection, that friendship, that sanctuary, when the my problem's became too much i ran to him, didn't even have to explain he just provided the comfort i needed with his jokes or his laughter...i sought him for everything, but that was the problem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when God caused us to separate it hurt me so deeply, i cried myself to sleep EVERY night, i could see why God wanted us to be apart, but i was afraid to be on my own , and without him. God revealed himself to me.. reminding me that HE's my sanctuary my protection, my best friend, my love, my everything. and before he was there God was there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-2523649029159681857?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/2523649029159681857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-so-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/2523649029159681857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/2523649029159681857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/12/something-so-beautiful.html' title='when it hurts so bad.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-3871679361043071029</id><published>2008-11-24T12:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:50:41.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me better.</title><content type='html'>so a friend told me yesterday&lt;br /&gt;that i was doing better&lt;br /&gt;in not being a rude, but&lt;br /&gt;we wasnt sure that i didnt&lt;br /&gt;want to be rude, and that &lt;br /&gt;he thinks i like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which in a sense could be true.&lt;br /&gt;i love expressing how im feeling&lt;br /&gt;because it makes me feel better&lt;br /&gt;but many times that comes with a &lt;br /&gt;lack of thought for how what im&lt;br /&gt;saying or doing can make the &lt;br /&gt;other person feel. Initially&lt;br /&gt;i tried to justify being rude,&lt;br /&gt;but i opened my bible, and there&lt;br /&gt;it was clear as day: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"he who restrains his lips has knowledge"&lt;br /&gt;- proverbs 17: 27. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant argue with that. &lt;br /&gt;im thankful for friends &lt;br /&gt;who allow me to see myself&lt;br /&gt;a little more clearly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if i could only help them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-3871679361043071029?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/3871679361043071029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-make-me-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/3871679361043071029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/3871679361043071029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-make-me-better.html' title='you make me better.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-7554698084991933440</id><published>2008-11-11T00:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T00:14:42.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>true love.</title><content type='html'>true love.&lt;br /&gt;a kiss on the lips from Jesus as you pray&lt;br /&gt;the touch of God's hand upon your life&lt;br /&gt;intimacy with God through His Word &lt;br /&gt;love songs written to you in the form of the bible&lt;br /&gt;Jesus sacrificing his life, for everything you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seek &amp; understand these things, and i guarantee &lt;br /&gt;you'll come to know true love, cause i swear im here&lt;br /&gt;and im falling in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a man or woman cannot satisfy your need for companionship &lt;br /&gt;until you truly find that missing piece of yourself in Christ. I realize&lt;br /&gt;now that trying to fall in love or seek a relationship without&lt;br /&gt;first having that intimacy with God is POINTLESS. God is a jealous &lt;br /&gt;God and how can i be in love with someone else, when im not completely &lt;br /&gt;in love with Him. When youre precious to God, he's stingy with you, and He&lt;br /&gt;will not allow anyone to put their fingerprints on His trophy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-7554698084991933440?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/7554698084991933440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/11/true-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/7554698084991933440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/7554698084991933440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my two fave singers, anita first though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-3473398592519831088?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/3473398592519831088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/10/anita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/3473398592519831088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/3473398592519831088'/><link rel='alternate' 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opposite sex likes you what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;shake my head and say here we going again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you were in a photo booth taking pictures with friends?&lt;br /&gt;back n the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person you had a sleep over with?&lt;br /&gt;who else? dana necole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen someone you knew and purposely avoided them?&lt;br /&gt;a day i the life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last guy you talked to?&lt;br /&gt;thomasssssssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the last person you had a deep conversation with?&lt;br /&gt;keana .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you cried in front of?&lt;br /&gt;my old pastor and wife, love em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you wear more; jeans sweat pants or shorts?&lt;br /&gt;jeanssss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you consider being married/engaged right now?&lt;br /&gt;engaged sure, married no only because im still in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is one thing you do before you go to sleep?&lt;br /&gt;cover my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever broken someones heart?&lt;br /&gt;yea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you prefer to shower at night or in the morning?&lt;br /&gt;anytime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever said you would never love again?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you say sorry first?&lt;br /&gt;if im forced to, humility right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What pisses you off?&lt;br /&gt; liars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has someone ever made you a promise and broken it?&lt;br /&gt;who hasnt except dana &amp; keana?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your name?&lt;br /&gt;its whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any older siblings?&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you were on the phone after two am?&lt;br /&gt;last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was middle school a bad experience for you?&lt;br /&gt;nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me about the shirt you are wearing?&lt;br /&gt;whack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you tell your best friend everything?&lt;br /&gt;only God knows it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do you get the butterflies?&lt;br /&gt;last time i had butterflies the boy with the beard laid his head on my shoulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if your single why?&lt;br /&gt;i refuse to trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to your number one?&lt;br /&gt;today, hii david !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever cried and didnt know why?&lt;br /&gt;yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have any plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How old do you think you will be when you finally have children?&lt;br /&gt;24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather watch football or baseball?&lt;br /&gt;football&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made you happy today?&lt;br /&gt;nothing at all. noone at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is your middle name?&lt;br /&gt;yvonne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where will you be in an hour?&lt;br /&gt;sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;could you date someone taller than you?&lt;br /&gt;im like 3 feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you like cuddling?&lt;br /&gt;with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you miss anyone?&lt;br /&gt;yeah my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you like country music?&lt;br /&gt;yah trick yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are looks important?&lt;br /&gt;yeah. of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what are you looking forward to in the next couple of months?&lt;br /&gt;christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is your current hair color mostly your natural hair color?&lt;br /&gt;its all natural..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how old are your siblings?&lt;br /&gt;11 8 6 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who did you sleep with last night?&lt;br /&gt;me &amp; my music note pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you were to die today would your life be complete?&lt;br /&gt;i have God, so call that completion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do you handle stress?&lt;br /&gt;i hide it. deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think you can last in a relationship for three months?&lt;br /&gt;sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is your hair curly?&lt;br /&gt;at the root ! lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what was the first thing you thought this morning?&lt;br /&gt;i need a yes or no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is the next place you will travel?&lt;br /&gt;the moon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-6062166254177016396?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/6062166254177016396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/6062166254177016396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/6062166254177016396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored.html' title='bored.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-7349984855086599125</id><published>2008-10-07T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T15:02:57.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>resentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;Center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you have to hide it then what you are doing is wrong"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think about it.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-7349984855086599125?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/7349984855086599125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/10/resentment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/7349984855086599125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/7349984855086599125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/10/resentment.html' title='resentment'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-7646528188862112396</id><published>2008-09-29T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T12:52:58.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>humility.</title><content type='html'>ive had a constant issue with humbling&lt;br /&gt;myself but someone said something to me&lt;br /&gt;today that opened my eyes.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" you have alot of pride, and youre gonna&lt;br /&gt;miss something thats good for you " &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aint that the truth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-7646528188862112396?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/7646528188862112396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/09/humility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/7646528188862112396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/7646528188862112396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/09/humility.html' title='humility.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-7230968012471777173</id><published>2008-08-19T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T23:41:11.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>uncomfortable.</title><content type='html'>one issue ive always dealt with&lt;br /&gt;is finding out that young men i consider&lt;br /&gt;my friends end up with more than just&lt;br /&gt;friendly feelings towards me. it often&lt;br /&gt;makes me wonder if guys befriend me because&lt;br /&gt;they are trying to build a relationship&lt;br /&gt;or if they honestly &amp; truly just want&lt;br /&gt;to be a friend . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently, someone surprisingly revealed&lt;br /&gt;that he wanted to be more than friends &lt;br /&gt;and it sucks because he's an awesome guy&lt;br /&gt;but im just not intersted you know ? &lt;br /&gt;usually im good about these things and keep&lt;br /&gt;up the friendship but when someone basically&lt;br /&gt;tries to force their way in i tend to get&lt;br /&gt;a little you know... uncomfortable... &lt;br /&gt;sigh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-7230968012471777173?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/7230968012471777173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/08/uncomfortable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/7230968012471777173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/7230968012471777173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/08/uncomfortable.html' title='uncomfortable.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-6236683699321112055</id><published>2008-08-06T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T18:08:30.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>michael beasley ....</title><content type='html'>is a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.slamdunkcentral.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/ce7dc4d7-a2a3-4c6b-b58c-04e6b63075e7.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;suwwwwwwwwwwwoooooooooooooooooop &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-6236683699321112055?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/6236683699321112055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/08/michael-beasley.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/6236683699321112055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/6236683699321112055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/08/michael-beasley.html' title='michael beasley ....'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-2358750569495392290</id><published>2008-08-04T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T16:27:45.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>july 29 2oo8</title><content type='html'>his touch is so powerful because thats where his gift lies&lt;br /&gt;fingertips manipulate, force, press, and glide producing&lt;br /&gt;lucid dreams controlled only by his mind flowing so naturally&lt;br /&gt;like waves hit the shore so do his thoughts hit the fingers he&lt;br /&gt;plays gently he captures the mood in his palm and it drips&lt;br /&gt;softly following to the tips and bleeds onto the canvas he&lt;br /&gt;bleeds , he breathes it , his life force making him so amazingly&lt;br /&gt;capturing holding my attention. i watch, i desire that same touch&lt;br /&gt;that same passion i beg it to be bleed upon me. the magic in his&lt;br /&gt;hands fills me and i glow nothing else encompasses my mindbut&lt;br /&gt;his magic. i lust for that power that touch as i yet sit back and watch. the magic, the power that he has envelops me i stare wanting eye contact hoping that maybe that passion&lt;br /&gt;in his hands will burn through those eyesand see me the way he sees his canvas&lt;br /&gt;his instrument he is the painter of his love he pours his colors into her &amp;amp; the sight&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; sound produced is unmatched. eyes glazed over he looks at me as i watch&lt;br /&gt;they glimmer but for a moment and he breaks his gaze he stops the silence is so loud&lt;br /&gt;i look away .. why does he hide the magic for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer : intricate thoughts , not poetry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-2358750569495392290?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/2358750569495392290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/2358750569495392290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/08/july-29-2oo8.html' title='july 29 2oo8'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-243510745085674279</id><published>2008-07-25T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T22:43:48.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lapd=kkk.</title><content type='html'>so i was in inglewood today with my mother&lt;br /&gt;my siblings my best friend (keana) &amp;amp; her neice,&lt;br /&gt;and we see a group walking down manchester&lt;br /&gt;in protest. as they are walking people are honking&lt;br /&gt;and agreeing with their protest when they get a little&lt;br /&gt;closer we realize that they are saying that the lapd is&lt;br /&gt;the kkk, and that the inglewood pd are the real terrorist.&lt;br /&gt;When i saw this i was ashamed of my race &amp;amp; culture.&lt;br /&gt; Do we not understand that attaching racism&lt;br /&gt;to every wrong done against us we make ourselves look ignorant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every mishap can not be attributed to racism. i absolutely hate the&lt;br /&gt;excuses given for the black man's plight. there are plenty of successful&lt;br /&gt;african americans and they did not reach their various levels of success&lt;br /&gt;by blaming "the white man". We must learn to break out of this mentality&lt;br /&gt;in order to gain a better understanding of life. It breaks my heart to see&lt;br /&gt;that we continue to rest in the ignorance of many slaves(who fought for the liberties we have today) who thought it impossible to move ahead, (did you all miss the civil rights movement?)&lt;br /&gt;we still believe that everyone and everything is against&lt;br /&gt;us when in reality we are the ones who are not willing to go out and make a difference&lt;br /&gt;too concerned with BET awards, and soulja boy's latest dance move. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my poor people when will we get a grip?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. im just being honest, and thats exactly why i wouldn't be upset if a white person said the same thing because its true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-243510745085674279?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/243510745085674279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/07/lapdkkk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/243510745085674279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/243510745085674279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/07/lapdkkk.html' title='lapd=kkk.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-1386298775886885890</id><published>2008-06-02T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:28:22.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>See, Here's the thing.</title><content type='html'>So last nite was a tremendous nite in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Which is an ironic statement because I was hurt&lt;br /&gt;sooooo badly last nite. But God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to explain to a "best" friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;that I had been distant because I was growing&lt;br /&gt;closer to God, and I needed to pull away in order&lt;br /&gt;to get closer to God, and he told me "to live my life,&lt;br /&gt;and you shouldn't be so holy you lose friends"...&lt;br /&gt;what a magnificent statement from someone who&lt;br /&gt;calls himself a Christian. That comment hurt me so&lt;br /&gt;much, simply because he was someone who was so&lt;br /&gt;close to me, and I expected him to understand and&lt;br /&gt;to give me the time that I need. Instead he attacked me&lt;br /&gt;and hurt me and made me seem like I thought I was better&lt;br /&gt;than him. But the anger in his spirit is no conviction of mine&lt;br /&gt;its a conviction of his own doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this conversation I cried, I cried my little eyes out (again)&lt;br /&gt;but I opened my Word, and there it was plain as day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"More than that, I count all things to be loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing Christ Hesys my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of allthings, and conut them but rubbish so that I may gain Christ."&lt;/i&gt; Phillipians 3:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God clearly revealed himself in His Word, and encouraged me to count everything but rubbish so that I may gain more of Him. Something I am more than willing to do. At that moment I realized&lt;br /&gt;how in love I am with God, to the point that I am willing to sacrifice anyting for Him. Even my closest friends if they are trying to pull me away. The cross that I bear casts it shadow upon their faces letting me see the Glory of God first, and letting all else be in its shadow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling the relationship grow between God &amp;amp; I and He is already taking me to another level of worship. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God because He is building awesome relationships with people around me. My Christian friend circle is opening and I am seeing awesome people for what they are, and im loving it. &amp;amp; There's a young man who is seemingly what I've been patiently waiting for...we shall see =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-1386298775886885890?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/1386298775886885890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/06/see-heres-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/1386298775886885890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/1386298775886885890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/06/see-heres-thing.html' title='See, Here&apos;s the thing.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-4172011924288480242</id><published>2008-03-22T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:13:42.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>29 facts you never even asked.</title><content type='html'>im bored. you love me. so read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. i lived in new york once. &lt;br /&gt;28. there's nothing like a nicely lined beard with a dimple in its midst&lt;br /&gt;27. i like dawn from danity kane because thats my mother's name&lt;br /&gt;26. light skin is and shall always be in. &lt;br /&gt;25. i always and forever will have a crush on the rock&lt;br /&gt;24. when i hear music i feel like someone loves me &lt;br /&gt;23. i hate being lied to &lt;br /&gt;22. my best friend's name is keana &lt;br /&gt;21. my birthday is march 29th and theres no aries more aries than me&lt;br /&gt;2o. i love hugs&lt;br /&gt;19. when i was four i put a lego in my nose and had to go to er to have it removed&lt;br /&gt;18. i like the smell of mothballs&lt;br /&gt;17. i liked my best friend for like 2 years &lt;br /&gt;16. now i like a guy who can be referred to as Guy legally. &lt;br /&gt;15. i used to get nauseous when i thought about my ex boyfriend during meals. &lt;br /&gt;14. when im home alone i sing very loudly &lt;br /&gt;13. my bed set at my dorm has music notes all over it &lt;br /&gt;12. i let someone who was absolultely perfect for me go. &amp; i dont care actually. &lt;br /&gt;11. vodka &amp;&amp; i dont agree well when i drink it. &lt;br /&gt;1o. i can do 6 cartwheels in a row when im drunk. &lt;br /&gt;9.  i cant seem to get away from musicians. &lt;br /&gt;8.  i dont trust girls, they never brought me good fortune.&lt;br /&gt;7.  im actually a church girl&lt;br /&gt;6.  if john legend and i were in the same room id probably seduce him. and i think Jesus would understand . &lt;br /&gt;5.  anita baker is my favorite singer&lt;br /&gt;4.  i hate the way fish look and im afraid to touch them. &lt;br /&gt;3.  amy winehouse is my heroo. &lt;br /&gt;2.  i hate when people stare into my eyes as were talking and then make mention of their color.&lt;br /&gt;1.  i hate , and i do mean hate WHEN PEOPLE SMACK WHILE THEY ARE EATING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-4172011924288480242?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/4172011924288480242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/03/29-facts-you-never-even-asked.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/4172011924288480242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/4172011924288480242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/03/29-facts-you-never-even-asked.html' title='29 facts you never even asked.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-10865179029372680</id><published>2008-02-16T01:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T23:00:31.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Your Own Advice Bee.</title><content type='html'>So a friend of mine&lt;br /&gt;was expressing to me &lt;br /&gt;the issues he was having&lt;br /&gt;with a girl , and how they&lt;br /&gt;were pretty much done and I told him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Its okay to be hurt, &lt;br /&gt;sometimes God places us in people's lives&lt;br /&gt;to help them and teach them lessons, not to be&lt;br /&gt;with them forever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i relayed this clarity from God to him&lt;br /&gt;I came to an amazing conclusion. That was&lt;br /&gt;my purpose with a certain someone (who I &lt;br /&gt;have been going through hell trying to get over) &lt;br /&gt;. Not to be with him forever , not to crawl back&lt;br /&gt;to him begging him to love me once more. It was&lt;br /&gt;to learn a lesson about relationships, and apply&lt;br /&gt;what I learned to the next love God will place&lt;br /&gt;into my life . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God&lt;br /&gt;I can see this so much more clearly. And I can&lt;br /&gt;finally let go. =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really must learn to take my own advice. To cure &lt;br /&gt;the fever in my own house before I go diagnosing&lt;br /&gt;everyone else's sickness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-10865179029372680?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/10865179029372680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/02/take-your-own-advice-bee.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/10865179029372680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/10865179029372680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/02/take-your-own-advice-bee.html' title='Take Your Own Advice Bee.'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4274203582053243539.post-4957521616341036094</id><published>2008-02-16T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T00:16:40.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Uninterrupted</title><content type='html'>mood: pensieve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at this point i find life so interesting in so many different ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are so many intricate pieces to this puzzle that i have in my hands it just seems i dont know exactly where to place them. Some form of destiny calls to me but it seems like destiny throws its voice. kyle and i (shoutout to verBS) had a conversation about religion once and he put a powerful thought in my head he said : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what if all this exists because we give it the power to exist" . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So im thinking that my destiny is whatever i give it the power to be, so basically im taking that and running with it. I've just gotta focus that energy and enable myself to see things more clearly. THANK GOD for His clarity, and for his abundant grace, and love...without those things i'd be insane and truly a girl interrupted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4274203582053243539-4957521616341036094?l=theebeesknees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/feeds/4957521616341036094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/02/girl-uninterrupted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/4957521616341036094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4274203582053243539/posts/default/4957521616341036094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theebeesknees.blogspot.com/2008/02/girl-uninterrupted.html' title='Girl Uninterrupted'/><author><name>Bee</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vBLa4Q2K5qo/S4No-HGG4RI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mKzmArUEgQ0/S220/100_3044.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
