<?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-8528758051447890168</id><updated>2011-09-19T12:23:59.245-07:00</updated><category term='Lena Horne - Paris 1947'/><category term='From &apos;Almost Famous&apos;'/><category term='Beautiful Son Joann Rosario'/><title type='text'>Shayla</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-3674338996243204257</id><published>2011-09-19T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:23:12.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know how to say it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zDbel3rqk4I/TneUZh70RpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Vv7dKCy3XEk/s1600/lake%2Bjericho.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654151023513847442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zDbel3rqk4I/TneUZh70RpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Vv7dKCy3XEk/s320/lake%2Bjericho.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, I miss you so much. I don't know what happened, but there is one thing I know, there is nothing I miss more than you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice, so lively, deep, filling with compassion and love for others. I hear your anxiety in the timbre of your vocal chords as you explain what you think I won't understand. I hear the dryness in your throat as you speak words I have never heard and hope you won't embarrass me as I ask what they mean (you never did). I hear your truth in the movement of your hands as you talk to me about our creator and our purpose here together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your eyes, everyday, they look at me with no judgment, the only person on the planet to ever look at me that way. I see your stance, so tall and thin, but to me strong and powerful. I see your youth that makes you naive at times, but so trusting in God that it's only a technicality. I see your smile, that is sometimes hard to find because your heart is aching for God's truth, your truth, our truth, the point of it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel your heat as we stood close to one another and dreamed of fulfilling the will of God. I feel your touch, only once because I was afraid to touch you for fear it would be taken the wrong way...but now, now that you're gone...how much I want to touch you, how much I want to hug you and smell you, receive the love you had for me...how I regret not spending more time with you, not running away with you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you were trying to tell me, but trying to let it be my choice, how many times you said someone to go with you and I tried, I tried hard to let it go, ignore that tug on my heart to follow you...my faith wasn't as strong as yours and now you're gone...&lt;br /&gt;you're gone...&lt;br /&gt;you're gone...&lt;br /&gt;you're gone...&lt;br /&gt;you're gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye Toni, you're gone......&lt;br /&gt;you're gone....forever...forever my friend, forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" href="http://twitter.com/share" text="Me...Live!!!!!!" via="ShaylaAccountnt" count="none"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-3674338996243204257?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/3674338996243204257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-know-how-to-say-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/3674338996243204257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/3674338996243204257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-dont-know-how-to-say-it.html' title='I don&apos;t know how to say it...'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zDbel3rqk4I/TneUZh70RpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Vv7dKCy3XEk/s72-c/lake%2Bjericho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-597583706946271070</id><published>2011-09-15T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T12:23:59.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrl8eu3xYP4/TnJZXTPV1jI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LqMK5drl_rI/s1600/i%2Bhate%2Byou%2Bso%2Bmuch%2Bright%2Bnow.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 96px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652678739139876402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrl8eu3xYP4/TnJZXTPV1jI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LqMK5drl_rI/s200/i%2Bhate%2Byou%2Bso%2Bmuch%2Bright%2Bnow.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I know it's weird, but I just quit my job. Okay, here's the real deal with the whole thing and honestly I don't care anymore who reads it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3JpGIfRtxE/TnJZcbeU3HI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MUxuQysNne0/s1600/no%2Blove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 168px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652678827249556594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3JpGIfRtxE/TnJZcbeU3HI/AAAAAAAAAEs/MUxuQysNne0/s200/no%2Blove.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated my promotion, got it back in January and tried everything in my power to get it. I've got big dreams and I couldn't see why I couldn't move forward with my dreams. I kept trying to find a new job with a different company and though some things came close I just couldn't get it to happen. I thought maybe God just wanted me to stay here (in Hell, that's what I call the building I work in). So my new boss (who is now my old boss) came to my office and made the offer. What's funny is, I was way happy, but there was this weird feeling. Like God was telling me, oh, but now it begins, the true wilderness. So I of course ignored the feeling. And fast forward to three weeks ago. So I was already hating the job, I had no sleep because I spent every hour working, barely any time for my kids and if I did have time for them it was me like a zombie yelling or whatever...so then, the unthinkable happens...I get talked to like a nigga, oh yes, that's what happened. The truth of the matter, I don't take kindly to being talked to like a nigga, so I thought, screw this crap. It's not my personality to go back at someone, so I usually jut ignore them, and I'm not stupid, they are not getting me caught acting like a nigga, so I just looked at her (yeah her, go figure) and thought, yup, this is the end of this bull...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home, told the husband, he thought I should play some game with her, but that's not my style and honestly I've been unhappy for a minute anyway, so I told him I was going to quit...the next day, I set up a meeting with my boss (she lives in another state) and the first words out of my mouth, "This phone call is my resignation..." She was shocked as was everyone else, couldn't believe how much I hated the job (I was apparently good at faking it). And yes, I quit without having another job lined up, I just couldn't take it anymore and I knew, if I got talked to that way again, I don't know that I'd be able to hold back...I know me...plus my kids need me, seriously, what kind of mother am I to just ignore them at such young ages...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but change of plans....so someone else in the division quit a few days earlier, well, they asked me to come step in until they find a replacement which took them 3 months the last time, from the moment the job was posted until they hired the person. The also asked if I'd train the newbie. Well, how could I say no, at least I'm still getting a pay check, and now they know I don't care...I come in when I want, do what I want and don't care what the deal is with anything...no long term plans here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on serious note, I'm looking for a place with positive people who do their job and then go home. What is with all the negativity in the work place, the disrespect and arrogance? It's like a disease or a virus, and its killing people slowing. I won't be working at a place with this much hate and anger ever again. I'd rather be a stay at home mom...but anyway...had to clear the air, the truth is the truth, I didn't make it up, just unfortunately had to participate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shayla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="twitter-share-button" href="http://twitter.com/share" text="Me...Live!!!!!!" via="ShaylaAccountnt" count="none"&gt;Tweet&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-597583706946271070?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/597583706946271070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2011/09/so.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/597583706946271070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/597583706946271070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2011/09/so.html' title='So...'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Nrl8eu3xYP4/TnJZXTPV1jI/AAAAAAAAAEk/LqMK5drl_rI/s72-c/i%2Bhate%2Byou%2Bso%2Bmuch%2Bright%2Bnow.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-1143445456794427716</id><published>2011-07-20T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T11:28:43.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drake - Quit</title><content type='html'>Okay, so this is really rough, but I want some feedback so I'm hoping one or two brave souls will say something about it...I know it's not radio worthy or nothing, but I'd like to know if I should move forward or just let it go...please please please give some feedback!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks and love ya!  and i know...the pics r pretty wack too....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-69e8ca9b78d6900f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D69e8ca9b78d6900f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330191735%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8536B754B594B46E3D917C8FFDDCB60A68B6D9FF.386C88B45E2814EA034443D645258C08594D69CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D69e8ca9b78d6900f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfwBqHLGbG3fSMbiPdpARbJIsJlY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v19.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D69e8ca9b78d6900f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330191735%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8536B754B594B46E3D917C8FFDDCB60A68B6D9FF.386C88B45E2814EA034443D645258C08594D69CB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D69e8ca9b78d6900f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DfwBqHLGbG3fSMbiPdpARbJIsJlY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-1143445456794427716?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/1143445456794427716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2011/07/drake-quit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/1143445456794427716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/1143445456794427716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2011/07/drake-quit.html' title='Drake - Quit'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-2659618610068737181</id><published>2010-06-29T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T09:30:38.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret</title><content type='html'>I love you, I can’t deny,&lt;br /&gt;My compulsion is hard to hide.&lt;br /&gt;I’m focused, determined to the untrained eye,&lt;br /&gt;But through your eyes, I’m a star in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From beginning to end, why are you at both?&lt;br /&gt;Continuing to meditate overflowed with hope.&lt;br /&gt;It’s like your name is the embodiment of my existence,&lt;br /&gt;I hold close the thoughts of you, they are my dependence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly you know me, hopefully you see me, I’m within your vicinity.&lt;br /&gt;Your love for me is so deeply hidden, no one can see but me.&lt;br /&gt;I envision the future with you in mind,&lt;br /&gt;I go blind, waiting for this time, its unaligned our completion undefined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel this way, it won’t go away?&lt;br /&gt;You’re so far it seems, just like all my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I fight the desire to meditate on this feeling,&lt;br /&gt;But just to hear your name is so appealing, but it’s unfulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;The closer the further, I wonder whether, we’ll ever be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I can’t deny,&lt;br /&gt;My compulsion is hard to hide.&lt;br /&gt;I’m focused, determined to the untrained eye,&lt;br /&gt;But through your eyes, a star in the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-2659618610068737181?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/2659618610068737181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-secret.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/2659618610068737181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/2659618610068737181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-secret.html' title='My secret'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-34773139925357804</id><published>2010-06-02T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T03:17:01.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love this!  Go Celtics!</title><content type='html'>So I'm becoming a huge Celtics fan, mainly because of Rondo, I so love him!  The statement that I love is that Nate said, "Be patient, wait for my number to be called, and be prepared..."  That's what we all need to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CQuMu9gS0oc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=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/CQuMu9gS0oc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Celtics!  The Lakers are going down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-34773139925357804?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/34773139925357804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-this.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/34773139925357804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/34773139925357804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-love-this.html' title='I love this!  Go Celtics!'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-8709714621441328136</id><published>2010-05-08T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T03:43:31.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest rapper alive...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So this isn't the typical post you'd see on my page, but I truly love hip hop. Please note that this freestyle may offend you, so if you're sensitive to language don't listen. But I'm constantly talking about people doing what they were created to do, and Em was created to do this. I can only imagine how amazing he'd be if he were born in a different generation and only had a poetry medium to express himself, his written word is just as amazing as his delivery. Enjoy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRT-GJorpss&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dRT-GJorpss&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-8709714621441328136?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/8709714621441328136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/05/greatest-rapper-alive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/8709714621441328136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/8709714621441328136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/05/greatest-rapper-alive.html' title='The greatest rapper alive...'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-7892969900239533714</id><published>2010-05-07T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T10:16:48.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What you call failure, I call opportunity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S-RIJA2cJpI/AAAAAAAAADg/FOHc5zTWWwo/s1600/Maya-Angelou-detail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468575167218984594" style="WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S-RIJA2cJpI/AAAAAAAAADg/FOHc5zTWWwo/s320/Maya-Angelou-detail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going through yet another transition, a growth.  It's funny to me how uncomfortable it is to grow, to be better than you've ever been.  I haven't done this very many times I confess, but I know what it is when it's happening.  I'm starting to question what God wants me to do with myself.  Everything feels so scattered and disjointed...what's real, what's my selfish desire, what will be blessed.  I'm grateful for my past because it taught me to enjoy the journey and that's what I'm doing, what will I gain by being unhappy anyway.  My new mantra is "Carpe Diem", I will love hard and I will take advantage of everything everyday!  Why stay in this world and be unhappy, God created it for us to enjoy even though we destroy it, it's still ours.  God gave us dominion (rule) over this land, so guess what that's what I'm gonna do.  Even when things don't go my way, you know what...that doesn't mean anything, it means I get another opportunity to get it right the next time.  People are just people, just like me, they don't have real power, just the power I allow them to have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 118:24 This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.&lt;br /&gt;(Thanks Pastor Cosby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for those who came before me, paved the way and never gave up even when it got hard and it felt pointless.  I wouldn't be sitting here today without what they did and what they sacrificed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-7892969900239533714?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/7892969900239533714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-you-call-failure-i-call.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/7892969900239533714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/7892969900239533714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-you-call-failure-i-call.html' title='What you call failure, I call opportunity'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S-RIJA2cJpI/AAAAAAAAADg/FOHc5zTWWwo/s72-c/Maya-Angelou-detail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-2626810794530627008</id><published>2010-04-14T03:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T13:34:31.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude...maybe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;Alone&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p&gt;Lying, thinking&lt;br /&gt;Last night&lt;br /&gt;How to find my soul a home&lt;br /&gt;Where water is not thirsty&lt;br /&gt;And bread loaf is not stone&lt;br /&gt;I came up with one thing&lt;br /&gt;And I don't believe I'm wrong&lt;br /&gt;That nobody,&lt;br /&gt;But nobody&lt;br /&gt;Can make it out here alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone, all alone&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, but nobody&lt;br /&gt;Can make it out here alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some millionaires&lt;br /&gt;With money they can't use&lt;br /&gt;Their wives run round like banshees&lt;br /&gt;Their children sing the blues&lt;br /&gt;They've got expensive doctors&lt;br /&gt;To cure their hearts of stone.&lt;br /&gt;But nobody&lt;br /&gt;No, nobody&lt;br /&gt;Can make it out here alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone, all alone&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, but nobody&lt;br /&gt;Can make it out here alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if you listen closely&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what I know&lt;br /&gt;Storm clouds are gathering&lt;br /&gt;The wind is gonna blow&lt;br /&gt;The race of man is suffering&lt;br /&gt;And I can hear the moan,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause nobody,&lt;br /&gt;But nobody&lt;br /&gt;Can make it out here alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone, all alone&lt;br /&gt;Nobody, but nobody&lt;br /&gt;Can make it out here alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I just want to be left alone...there are always people around, I never get a moment to myself. I rarely even get to do a thing for myself...then I think, but is that really what I want...made me think of this poem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-2626810794530627008?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/2626810794530627008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/04/solitudemaybe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/2626810794530627008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/2626810794530627008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/04/solitudemaybe.html' title='Solitude...maybe...'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-5700362411856452392</id><published>2010-04-09T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T12:40:21.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday is coming...Friday is gone...</title><content type='html'>If we live in the Spririt, let us also walk in the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;Let us not become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another.&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 5:25,26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am a Christian...shouldn't you be able to tell?  Is my behavior a reflection of who God is?  How can I say I am a dancer that never goes to a dance studio, or that I am a basketball player who owns no ball?  Should I not sacrifice my time, talent, and my treasures to encourage, demonstrate, and perfect that which I proclaim?  To say that I am a Christian is to say that I am not so many other things...the question is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you say I am??????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-5700362411856452392?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/5700362411856452392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-is-comingfriday-is-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/5700362411856452392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/5700362411856452392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/04/sunday-is-comingfriday-is-gone.html' title='Sunday is coming...Friday is gone...'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-1134680530927921127</id><published>2010-04-08T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T07:37:17.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's so hard to say goodbye...</title><content type='html'>In the corners of mind&lt;br /&gt;I just can't seem to find a reason to believe&lt;br /&gt;That I can break free&lt;br /&gt;Cause you see I have been down for so long&lt;br /&gt;Feel like the hope is gone&lt;br /&gt;But as I lift my hands, I understand&lt;br /&gt;That I should praise you through my circumstance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna praise youI just wanna praise you&lt;br /&gt;You broke the chains now I can lift my hands&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna praise you&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna praise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;All went wrong at one time&lt;br /&gt;So much pressure fell on me&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was gon lose my mind&lt;br /&gt;But I know you wanna see&lt;br /&gt;If I will hold on through these trials&lt;br /&gt;But I need you to lift this load&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shackles - Mary Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalms 118:13,14&lt;br /&gt;You pushed me violently, that I might fall, But the Lord helped me.&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is my strength and song, and He has become my salvation.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 118:28&lt;br /&gt;You are my God, and I will praise You; You are my God, I will exalt You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-1134680530927921127?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/1134680530927921127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-so-hard-to-say-goodbye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/1134680530927921127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/1134680530927921127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-so-hard-to-say-goodbye.html' title='It&apos;s so hard to say 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-4235064467495544608?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/4235064467495544608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/04/top-gets-higher-more-that-i-climb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/4235064467495544608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/4235064467495544608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/04/top-gets-higher-more-that-i-climb.html' title='The top get&apos;s higher the more that I climb...'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-487237520731662556</id><published>2010-04-01T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T09:15:05.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>his response...</title><content type='html'>Silly of me to think that I could ever have you for my gal&lt;br /&gt;How I love you...&lt;br /&gt;How I want you...&lt;br /&gt;Silly of me to think that you could ever really want me too&lt;br /&gt;How I love you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just a lover out to score&lt;br /&gt;I know that I should be looking for more&lt;br /&gt;What could it be in you I see&lt;br /&gt;What could it be...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Love, oh, love, stop making a fool of me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Love, oh, love, stop making a fool of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-487237520731662556?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/487237520731662556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/04/his-response.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/487237520731662556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/487237520731662556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/04/his-response.html' title='his response...'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-1733227830692542676</id><published>2010-03-31T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:13:25.907-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my truth...is you</title><content type='html'>My heart belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;So what could I do&lt;br /&gt;To make you feel I'm down with&lt;br /&gt;You see me hangin around&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know how you make me feel for you, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every day, I try to make some sense of this&lt;br /&gt;What you mean to me, I know it could be serious&lt;br /&gt;Each and every nite, I dream about just holding you&lt;br /&gt;Loving you like this, what is a girl supposed to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I want you, I need you in my life&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Baby come hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, wanna kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see your face&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'll be waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Each and everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's meant to be&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you see&lt;br /&gt;My love will carry on&lt;br /&gt;So listen to my heart and know&lt;br /&gt;You'll find out where my love will go&lt;br /&gt;The future lies between us boy&lt;br /&gt;Oh babe I love you so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;You're the one that I live for&lt;br /&gt;And I can't take it any more&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;I need you&lt;br /&gt;What can I do to make you see&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;My heart just erased&lt;br /&gt;All the guys I knew before&lt;br /&gt;You walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;I was the type to never want for nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith Evans - 'I love you'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-1733227830692542676?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/1733227830692542676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-truthis-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/1733227830692542676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S6j6SKPAAXI/AAAAAAAAADA/JrXmr_5XWF4/s1600-h/crying-tears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451882538823844210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S6j6SKPAAXI/AAAAAAAAADA/JrXmr_5XWF4/s320/crying-tears.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God leads you to the edge of the cliff, trust Him fully and let go, only 1 of 2 things will happen, either He'll catch you when you fall, or He'll teach you how to fly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God closes doors no man can open &amp;amp; God opens doors no man can close...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-6564877776940725391?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/6564877776940725391/comments/default' title='Post 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my music take me where my heart wants to go.&quot;'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-2972816787723501353</id><published>2010-03-01T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T14:05:50.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day True...</title><content type='html'>They said my future was dark&lt;br /&gt;You see me now?&lt;br /&gt;Just look around I’m beamin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They used to talk&lt;br /&gt;When I wasn’t around&lt;br /&gt;You see me now I’m beamin’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember me, the guy from verse one?&lt;br /&gt;Failure’s my last name, Never’s my first one&lt;br /&gt;You see I hood a lot, and yeah I nerd some&lt;br /&gt;Hood’s where the heart is, nerd’s where the words from&lt;br /&gt;Don’t represent either, because I merged them&lt;br /&gt;‘S kids who wanna leave, and I encourage them&lt;br /&gt;Go out and see the world, never return from&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you don’t come back, unless you learn some&lt;br /&gt;And baby girl, what does it matter where your purse from?&lt;br /&gt;Your hurr done, your nails did, your ass fat, but you’re dumb&lt;br /&gt;Mix Melyssa Ford with Maya Angelou&lt;br /&gt;Become a top model and Sojourner too&lt;br /&gt;I try to follow this, what Muhammad do&lt;br /&gt;It’s such a old soul inside the sonic youth&lt;br /&gt;Swear I’m Ferrari’d up, and I’m conscious, too&lt;br /&gt;I don’t prophesize: I promise you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupe Fiasco - "I'm Beamin" - Verse 2&lt;br /&gt;(this song is just stuck in my head...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-4275277811336673489</id><published>2010-02-26T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T07:51:03.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HUSTLIN'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S4fpjTDaNfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kJ8xWlnziiQ/s1600-h/highspeed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442575467319801330" style="WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S4fpjTDaNfI/AAAAAAAAAC4/kJ8xWlnziiQ/s320/highspeed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been working tirelessly on getting these songs I'm trying to get finished.  I feel like the creativity in me is flowing non-stop.  I'm grateful and super tired.  It's funny though, I actually have thought about this...I couldn't even write until I let go of my issues...specifically my father.  Since I let go of all of that garbage I've been a song writing maniac.  I'm not the best writer in the world just like I'm not the best singer, but I know I have a special talent that seems to attract people to who God made me to be.  What's also funny to me is that my husband can't believe what I've been able to do...just yesterday he said, "I can't believe you wrote this stuff, I love your lyrics..."  From a guy who listens to anything from Wu Tang to Jay-Z to Soldier Boy to Naz, I can't be mad at that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited about the task God has placed in front of me and hope I rise to the occasion, but I'm sure as I continue down this road to victory I will undoubtedly have lows as good as my current high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 6:33&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-4275277811336673489?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/4275277811336673489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/02/hustlin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-52656696995517958</id><published>2010-02-04T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T07:46:36.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Substance of things hoped for, evidence of things not seen...</title><content type='html'>Believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that really all there is,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is that easy,&lt;br /&gt;No physical labor, no work involved?&lt;br /&gt;That’s hard for me to see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because my people have been through a lot&lt;br /&gt;We’ve learned you work hard for what you’ve got.&lt;br /&gt;If there is no struggle, there is no progress,&lt;br /&gt;But this progress You alone have blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Lord, I don’t understand,&lt;br /&gt;I’m confused about your plan,&lt;br /&gt;I want to put my life in your hand,&lt;br /&gt;But tell me how can I stand?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I’m planted on sand,&lt;br /&gt;So I shrink because I think that’s all that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask you what do I do&lt;br /&gt;And I always get the same answer from You.&lt;br /&gt;I ask how do I do it,&lt;br /&gt;You say, your faith has already gotten you through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But why do I feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;“Your faith is so little, I’m ashamed to say.&lt;br /&gt;Just continue to pray.&lt;br /&gt;Believe in what I say.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t change or go away.&lt;br /&gt;And I AM the only way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your peace is important to me&lt;br /&gt;I will set you free,&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is believe.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-52656696995517958?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/52656696995517958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-3158741761426561295</id><published>2010-02-01T12:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:35:47.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S2c62BCvw4I/AAAAAAAAACw/r6zmxTX5xN0/s1600-h/rain-drop-splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433376175113094018" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S2c62BCvw4I/AAAAAAAAACw/r6zmxTX5xN0/s320/rain-drop-splash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S2c6iq9BH6I/AAAAAAAAACo/_IEOwHZvTL8/s1600-h/rain-drop-splash.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So many painful thoughts travel through my mind &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I wonder how I will make it through this time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I trust you, Lord it’s not easy Sometimes the pain in my life, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes you seem far away &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I’ll trust you, I need to know you’re here &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through the tears and the pain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through the heartache and rain &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ll trust you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything that I see tells me not to believe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I’ll trust you Lord you have never failed me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My past still controls me will this hurt ever leave? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can only trust you, no one loves like you do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God will make a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God will make a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God will make a way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God will make a way &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-3158741761426561295?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/3158741761426561295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-many-painful-thoughts-travel-through.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/3158741761426561295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/3158741761426561295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/02/so-many-painful-thoughts-travel-through.html' title=''/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S2c62BCvw4I/AAAAAAAAACw/r6zmxTX5xN0/s72-c/rain-drop-splash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-1739772129773992835</id><published>2010-01-28T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T13:28:49.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace at last...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S2H-qtoKeYI/AAAAAAAAACg/6PDm0TkwQ0s/s1600-h/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431902635341543810" style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S2H-qtoKeYI/AAAAAAAAACg/6PDm0TkwQ0s/s320/peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EARLY IN THE MORNING &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'LL SEEK YOUR FACE, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FIND MY LIFE IN THE FULLNESS OF YOUR JOY, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EVERY STRESS AND ANXIETY IT IS GONE, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN I ENTER YOUR REST &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN I ENTER YOUR REST &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I FIND MY LIFE IN YOU, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN I ENTER YOUR REST, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MY PEACE IS COMPLETE, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN I ENTER YOUR REST, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;OH MY FAITH IS REFRESHED &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHEN I ENTER YOUR REST, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM SURROUNDED BY THE POWER OF YOUR LOVE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I enter your rest - Joann Rosario&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just had a thought, I love God, truly. All that happens in my life, I have the choice to love Him or be mad at Him. Loving God is so nice, because there are no strings attached. You just make the choice and He does the rest!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-1739772129773992835?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/1739772129773992835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/01/peace-at-last.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/1739772129773992835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/1739772129773992835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/01/peace-at-last.html' title='Peace at last...'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S2H-qtoKeYI/AAAAAAAAACg/6PDm0TkwQ0s/s72-c/peace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-1252092966154723712</id><published>2010-01-22T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:38:59.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday's Best</title><content type='html'>So I've been trying like crazy to get my video to post on the Sunday's Best casting website and it doesn't seem like it's working...so since I have my own blog I will post it here...it's not my best and it's kind of poor quality but I worked with what I had...hopefully you enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for some reason this vid isn't working...so what Ima do is put something up here from the crib that I can be proud of...since my video for Sunday's Best didn't work anyway...it said it loaded, but there is nothing on my page...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sundaybestcasting.com/people/ShaylaPorter"&gt;http://www.sundaybestcasting.com/people/ShaylaPorter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see what is on there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-1252092966154723712?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/1252092966154723712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/01/sundays-best.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/1252092966154723712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/1252092966154723712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/01/sundays-best.html' title='Sunday&apos;s Best'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-2669176648985534478</id><published>2010-01-14T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T02:46:29.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Hip Hop...</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I straight jacked this from Legends League, but this is too hot not to put on here...seriously, I've never seen anybody make beats live like this and it sound mixed...love it...sadly it reminds me of my ex, he kinda looks like him (but it's not him), so it brings back good music memories, bad relationship memories...&lt;br /&gt;enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8583890&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8583890&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="225" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8583890"&gt;araabMUZIK Live MPC Set Part 1&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1469195"&gt;Death by Electric Shock&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-2669176648985534478?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-98300269163146542</id><published>2010-01-11T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:19:56.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans 8:30 P-C-J-G</title><content type='html'>"Surround yourself only with people who are going to lift you higher." - Oprah Winfrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humble yourselves before the Lord, and he will lift you up. - James 4:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S0tZRaHCzGI/AAAAAAAAACY/KpR7zqaabhM/s1600-h/air+jordan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425528331699407970" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S0tZRaHCzGI/AAAAAAAAACY/KpR7zqaabhM/s320/air+jordan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how money changes situations&lt;br /&gt;Miscommunication leads to complication&lt;br /&gt;My emancipation don't fit your equation&lt;br /&gt;I was on the humble, you - on every station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom is better than silver and gold&lt;br /&gt;I was hopeless now I'm all hopeful&lt;br /&gt;Every man want to act like he's exempt&lt;br /&gt;When him need to get down on his knees and repent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you don't wanna hear my opinion&lt;br /&gt;But there come many paths and you must choose one&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't change then the rain soon come&lt;br /&gt;See you might win some but you just lost one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost One - Lauryn Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humble yourselves, therefore, under God's mighty hand, that he may lift you up in due time. - 1 Peter 5:6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be in Atlanta this weekend...hoping for something special...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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P-C-J-G'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S0tZRaHCzGI/AAAAAAAAACY/KpR7zqaabhM/s72-c/air+jordan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-2360746023833052664</id><published>2010-01-09T04:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T05:43:03.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coulda let the dream killers kill my self-esteem, or use the arrogance as the steam that power my dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;"Never change for the mainstream-stay in your lane, and if you're talented and resilient enough the mainstream will come to you." - Russell Simmons - "Do You!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S0iHWtIT9DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qWRQMXsXNcI/s1600-h/do+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424734575309091890" style="WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S0iHWtIT9DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qWRQMXsXNcI/s320/do+you.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was brought to an ugly place last night. I laid in the bed and thought about where I am right now and then saw myself sitting in that office when I'm 45...I broke down, I couldn't handle it, I can't stay "here" anymore. It is the worst place in the world to be... a place where you aren't allowed to be you. I go to work and everybody is so afraid of losing their job (actually of losing their stuff that the job pays for) that they will do anything to keep from getting let go, which includes disrespecting themselves. It is the biggest struggle of my life. I walk around wanting to yell at everybody..."WHAT IS YOUR DEAL! THE SUN DOES NOT RISE AND FALL WHEN YOU COMMAND IT! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Okay, so that was a tad dramatic, but that's how I feel. It just drives me insane to be a part of it, and it's a culture that is encouraged, so that the powerful can stay powerful at the expense of the hardworking little people. I do my job well and I am reliable and loyal, that should be enough, but it's not, I'm supposed to massage egos and inflate heads already blown up to the point they are taking up all the space in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I woke up this morning, with a fresh idea that I'm sure will be the catalyst for my transition from "here" to "there". I will not deal with the crap anymore. I'm not afraid of being poor, I want to afford what I want, but I refused to change who I am to get that stuff. I would rather be poor doing me than rich playing a part. We should all be that way, we have to trust that God will take care of us if we just do what He called us to do, follow your heart, trust God, and know that the universe will follow the pattern. Things fall apart when we go through life trying to do things against the plan laid before us. We would all be much happier this way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait and see, I have something that will change the way the world looks at black people and music. I know God has called me to do something special, something that will help those who are willing to come back to the beginning when we were guided by love, not selfish imaginary ambition that leads to divisions and chaos...I refuse to say "here"...I'm on my way "there".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-2360746023833052664?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/2360746023833052664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/01/coulda-let-dream-killers-kill-my-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/2360746023833052664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/2360746023833052664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/01/coulda-let-dream-killers-kill-my-self.html' title='Coulda let the dream killers kill my self-esteem, or use the arrogance as the steam that power my dreams...'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S0iHWtIT9DI/AAAAAAAAACQ/qWRQMXsXNcI/s72-c/do+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-4928004532569797839</id><published>2010-01-05T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:08:55.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope of clarity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S0MVta2IddI/AAAAAAAAACI/VHDJOq_qfw0/s1600-h/archie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423202246328874450" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S0MVta2IddI/AAAAAAAAACI/VHDJOq_qfw0/s320/archie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWywGCJtzBc"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWywGCJtzBc&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I couldn't get this to work how I wanted it, but this is 'Push Myself' - Adrianne Archie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really feeling this song right now. For some reason I'm letting the enemy get the best of me. I'm working feeling like I don't belong here, God has other plans for me, I know it, why I'm still here I don't know. I'm ready to move on, to finally be happy, or at least not unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been studying about the "whole armor of God" in Ephesians 6:10-18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Therefore take up the whole armor of God, that you may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand.&lt;br /&gt;14 Stand therefore, with truth, having righteousness,&lt;br /&gt;15 and having the gospel of peace;&lt;br /&gt;16 above all, faith with which you will be able to quench all the fiery darts of the wicked one.&lt;br /&gt;17 And take salvation, and the Spirit, which is the word of God;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 6:13-17 (removing the armor part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting, until this study, I hadn't looked at the passage this way, the whole armor...all of it, not pieces, all of it...truth, righteousness, gospel of peace, faith, salvation, the Spirit (the words of God), and praying always...when we start to disect these devine words, we start to make sense of what is expected of us, I am only 10% into my study and I'm so excited to know more of my God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge, especially knowledge of Him, brings me happiness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-4928004532569797839?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/4928004532569797839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/01/hope-of-clarity.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/4928004532569797839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/4928004532569797839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2010/01/hope-of-clarity.html' title='Hope of clarity...'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/S0MVta2IddI/AAAAAAAAACI/VHDJOq_qfw0/s72-c/archie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-2150679574781963738</id><published>2009-12-11T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T03:14:02.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dogs stopped barking...</title><content type='html'>So for some reason I have a new found since of urgency and encouragement.  God is with me so I'm focused and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've talked this thing up to too many people to fail now.  It's so close I see, I smell it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you see your breakthrough coming&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel your breakthrough, it's right here&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hear your breakthrough saying I'm on my way,&lt;br /&gt;said it's on it's way.&lt;br /&gt;Breakthrough - Darnell Levine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peep Darnell doing "Try Him".  This dude is hot, love him!  He's such a great performer.  It's a little leg though, you have to ignore the people talking at the beginning in the background.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nT0JaK53Uh0&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nT0JaK53Uh0&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-2150679574781963738?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/2150679574781963738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/12/dogs-stopped-barking.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/2150679574781963738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/2150679574781963738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/12/dogs-stopped-barking.html' title='The dogs stopped barking...'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-3275915788265847548</id><published>2009-12-07T14:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T14:31:07.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if they don't believe....</title><content type='html'>So last night I had to peform "Mary did you know".  I really like the song and can relate since I have children and I've often wondered how it felt to have been Mary looking at her son and know that He was the Son of God.  So it wasn't hard to get into the song.  I did really good, or so everyone, I mean everyone said.  It feels good when people think that.  The entire room was in awe of my God given talent.  It even took my breathe away a little.  Everyone cheered.  It was funny though cause after I was finished it was like everybody didn't want to make anybody feel bad so they felt the need to cheer for each person after me, but had only clapped before me.  Yeah I was good.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing though, I almost feel bad about it.  I feel so undesearving of such an awesome gift.  Who am I to be so lucky.  People that I thought were just as amazing as I was feeling were saying they wished they could sing and perform like me.  Really, I mean, really?  That's cool I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have to go get my kids...so I'm out til the next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace, and always stay focused on the vision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-3275915788265847548?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/3275915788265847548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-if-they-dont-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/3275915788265847548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/3275915788265847548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-if-they-dont-believe.html' title='What if they don&apos;t believe....'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-8520067525124877030</id><published>2009-12-04T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T03:38:10.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Son Joann Rosario'/><title type='text'>Song makes you think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WKt16-S-W4s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WKt16-S-W4s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so focused and determined more than ever to do what I was created to do.  It's harder to be something you're not than to be something you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-8520067525124877030?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/8520067525124877030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-makes-you-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/8520067525124877030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/8520067525124877030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/12/song-makes-you-think.html' title='Song makes you think...'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-2260071161966099430</id><published>2009-11-23T01:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T01:39:22.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving...I'm so grateful, AND so spent</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I know this is supposed to be my artistic presentation of what I'm feeling right now...well, screw that for today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drained...I've been working (my current occupation) like a mad woman. I still have a husband who has needs, a four year old who seems to think I'm Jesus (he follows me around like a disciple), an infant who is completely confused about why I keep leaving him with daddy, and a singing opportunity that I'm trying to prepare for...WFEWWW! SMH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to top it off, my house is a complete wreck, I can't stand it. My office and my car look just fine, car may need a little washing on the outside, but inside it's just fine. My office could use some fine tuning from our maintenance department, but desk is clean and everything is neat...but my house, complete disaster. SMH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm old school, as in, I do the cooking, the cleaning, and the child raising all while working a demanding job and making sure I spend my time with the Lord. I don't know how my mother did it, all with me being a jerk half the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top of that I have a great singing opportunity and a sista can't hit the note...what kind of nonsense is that. I keep going over it and over it. I even dreamed about it last night. Maybe I'm taking this a little too serious, but I take everything too serious. I have to be prepared for all opportunities and I feel like this one might end up being a bust, or is that the pessimist in me talking...don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the weekend is over, even though I've been working like crazy at home, I still have so much to do before the year is up. I wish I could get some help at work, but it's like asking for help is always translated as "I need you to do some more work for me". But I just don't know that I can hit the year end deadline. So it's back to work today, working to prove myself in corporate America, show the boss man that I'm smarter, more dedicated, and more creative than any of the employees he's seen before, during, or after me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, this write your feelings out thing is pretty therapeutic, I should do this again, maybe I need two blogs...whatever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DUECES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-2260071161966099430?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/2260071161966099430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgivingim-so-grateful-and-so-spent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/2260071161966099430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/2260071161966099430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanksgivingim-so-grateful-and-so-spent.html' title='Thanksgiving...I&apos;m so grateful, AND so spent'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-8848592593412226733</id><published>2009-11-20T02:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T02:22:48.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared of what is to come...I can feel everything around me moving, changing direction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="qo"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;span class="qc"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote cite="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/0060927488/skdesigns/" title="Quote from A Return To Love: Reflections on the Principles of A Course in Miracles. By Marianne Williamson. Pg. 190-191."&gt;&lt;p class="t1"&gt;&lt;span class="qc"&gt;Marianne Williamson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="t1"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/SwZto4yioQI/AAAAAAAAABw/tAA76hUr238/s1600/world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/SwZto4yioQI/AAAAAAAAABw/tAA76hUr238/s200/world.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406128951911424258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="t1"&gt;&lt;span class="qc"&gt;It's almost like when Obama was to be inaugurated.  We all knew November 4th, 2008 that January 20th was coming, but the anxiety of the moment still existed.  You can't believe it's happening, it's like a dream, you're on a ride and you're the main attraction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="t1"&gt;&lt;span class="qc"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-8848592593412226733?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/8848592593412226733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/11/scared-of-what-is-to-comei-can-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/8848592593412226733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/8848592593412226733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/11/scared-of-what-is-to-comei-can-feel.html' title='Scared of what is to come...I can feel everything around me moving, changing direction'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/SwZto4yioQI/AAAAAAAAABw/tAA76hUr238/s72-c/world.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-5986365822418225613</id><published>2009-11-17T05:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T05:41:46.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yup, two degrees....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/SwKnMNTDeCI/AAAAAAAAABg/VMdI8vpntnU/s1600/uk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405066330967865378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/SwKnMNTDeCI/AAAAAAAAABg/VMdI8vpntnU/s200/uk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, yup, graduated from good 'ol UK. But they almost gave me a heart attack last night when they played weak Miami of Ohio. Seriously, how do you struggle against Miami of Ohio? Not that I'm dissing, but really? They reminded me of the cardiac Cards out there. Still love my Cats and yes I still bleed blue, but dang, can they work it out for a sista. All I know is they need to get on that Rick Pitino workout plan. Those dudes looked super tired and wornout. Did they condition at all during the off season, I'm going with a no on that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-5986365822418225613?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/5986365822418225613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/11/yup-two-degrees.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/5986365822418225613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/5986365822418225613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/11/yup-two-degrees.html' title='Yup, two degrees....'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/SwKnMNTDeCI/AAAAAAAAABg/VMdI8vpntnU/s72-c/uk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-6545225553719916401</id><published>2009-11-04T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T10:06:16.667-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing, He has saved me yet again!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>1 I give you all the credit, God— you got me out of that mess,      &lt;br /&gt;you didn't let my foes gloat. &lt;br /&gt;2-3 God, my God, I yelled for help      &lt;br /&gt;and you put me together.   &lt;br /&gt;God, you pulled me out of the grave,      &lt;br /&gt;gave me another chance at life      &lt;br /&gt;when I was down-and-out. &lt;br /&gt;4-5 All you saints! Sing your hearts out to God!      &lt;br /&gt;Thank him to his face!   &lt;br /&gt;He gets angry once in a while, but across      &lt;br /&gt;a lifetime there is only love.   &lt;br /&gt;The nights of crying your eyes out      &lt;br /&gt;give way to days of laughter. &lt;br /&gt;6-7 When things were going great      &lt;br /&gt;I crowed, "I've got it made.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm God's favorite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.      &lt;br /&gt;He made me king of the mountain."   &lt;br /&gt;Then you looked the other way      &lt;br /&gt;and I fell to pieces. &lt;br /&gt;8-10 I called out to you, God;      &lt;br /&gt;I laid my case before you:   &lt;br /&gt;"Can you sell me for a profit when I'm dead?      &lt;br /&gt;auction me off at a cemetery yard sale?   &lt;br /&gt;When I'm 'dust to dust' my songs      &lt;br /&gt;and stories of you won't sell.   &lt;br /&gt;So listen! and be kind!      &lt;br /&gt;Help me out of this!" &lt;br /&gt;11-12 You did it: you changed wild lament      &lt;br /&gt;into whirling dance;   &lt;br /&gt;You ripped off my black mourning band      &lt;br /&gt;and decked me with wildflowers.   &lt;br /&gt;I'm about to burst with song;      &lt;br /&gt;I can't keep quiet about you.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, my God,       &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't thank you enough. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-6545225553719916401?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/6545225553719916401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/11/amazing-he-has-saved-me-yet-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/6545225553719916401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/6545225553719916401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/11/amazing-he-has-saved-me-yet-again.html' title='Amazing, He has saved me yet again!!!!!!'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-1693313090077590541</id><published>2009-11-03T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:21:54.171-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm done...</title><content type='html'>Life is bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gloom and misery everywhere &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stormy weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just can't get my poor self together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's Rainin All The Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Walk Around Heavy Hearted And Sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Night comes around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm still feeling bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rain's pourin down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blindin Every Hope I Had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Pitterin Patterin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beatin And Spattering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drives Me Mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Love, Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Misery's Just Too Much For me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Can't go on&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everything I have is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stormy weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since my man and I ain't together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's raining all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Keeps raining all the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lena Horne - Stormy Weather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/SvA7JrLrZ4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9hIIT7RLMec/s1600-h/irelandstorm8_1124735i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399880990613792642" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/SvA7JrLrZ4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9hIIT7RLMec/s200/irelandstorm8_1124735i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-1693313090077590541?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/1693313090077590541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-done.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/1693313090077590541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/1693313090077590541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-done.html' title='I&apos;m done...'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/SvA7JrLrZ4I/AAAAAAAAABQ/9hIIT7RLMec/s72-c/irelandstorm8_1124735i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-6141996121239150028</id><published>2009-10-28T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T09:57:09.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lena Horne - Paris 1947'/><title type='text'>They love it when you smile, unaware that it's a strain.  It's a curse you gotta live with, when you're born to entertain.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/Suh0lFrsCaI/AAAAAAAAABA/BCo_h2V8xSM/s1600-h/classic+lena+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397692333932939682" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/Suh0lFrsCaI/AAAAAAAAABA/BCo_h2V8xSM/s320/classic+lena+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/Suh0ved20EI/AAAAAAAAABI/Tl97-adl8I4/s1600-h/classic+lena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397692512384503874" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/Suh0ved20EI/AAAAAAAAABI/Tl97-adl8I4/s200/classic+lena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lena Horne, Paris 1947.&lt;br /&gt;Classic, like another place and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've got quick phrases and pretty, heartfelt songs, but only a few people in this world to tell you how to truly overcome...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-6141996121239150028?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/6141996121239150028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/10/they-love-it-when-you-smile-unaware.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/6141996121239150028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/6141996121239150028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/10/they-love-it-when-you-smile-unaware.html' title='They love it when you smile, unaware that it&apos;s a strain.  It&apos;s a curse you gotta live with, when you&apos;re born to entertain.'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/Suh0lFrsCaI/AAAAAAAAABA/BCo_h2V8xSM/s72-c/classic+lena+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-5214140616224116464</id><published>2009-10-23T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T02:12:17.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFT AS YOU CLIMB...???</title><content type='html'>For who do you know that really knows you, knows your heart? And even if they did, is there anything they would discover in you that you could take credit for? Isn't everything you have and everything you are sheer gifts from God? So what's the point of all this comparing and competing? You already have all you need. You already have more access to God than you can handle. Without bringing either Apollos or me into it, you're sitting on top of the world—at least God's world—and we're right there, sitting alongside you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 4:7-8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/versions/Message-MSG-Bible/"&gt;The Message&lt;/a&gt; (MSG)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, read it again..."MESSAGE!"...remember that from "Don't be a menace..."?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-5214140616224116464?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/5214140616224116464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/10/lift-as-you-climb.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/5214140616224116464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/5214140616224116464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/10/lift-as-you-climb.html' title='LIFT AS YOU CLIMB...???'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-2368556784565042951</id><published>2009-10-20T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T02:02:19.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mood is mature...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/St5Jc_O-ZxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u3nfqy_Sn_k/s1600-h/founders2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394830165995841298" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 154px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/St5Jc_O-ZxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u3nfqy_Sn_k/s200/founders2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Founders of Delta Sigma Theta Sorority, Inc. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Founded on the campus of Howard University, January 13, 1913.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-2368556784565042951?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/2368556784565042951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/10/mood-is-mature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/2368556784565042951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/2368556784565042951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/10/mood-is-mature.html' title='Mood is mature...'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/St5Jc_O-ZxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/u3nfqy_Sn_k/s72-c/founders2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-6239519005266507084</id><published>2009-10-20T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T06:22:27.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Created by God, for God...to love</title><content type='html'>You could get the money&lt;br /&gt;You could get the power&lt;br /&gt;But keep your eyes on the final hour&lt;br /&gt;Im about to change the focus&lt;br /&gt;From the richest to the brokest&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this opus&lt;br /&gt;To reverse the hypnosis&lt;br /&gt;Whoevers closest&lt;br /&gt;To the lines gonna win it&lt;br /&gt;You gonna fall tryin to ball&lt;br /&gt;While my team win the pennant&lt;br /&gt;Im about to be in it&lt;br /&gt;For a minute&lt;br /&gt;Then run for senate&lt;br /&gt;Make a slum lord be the tenant&lt;br /&gt;Give his money to kids to spend it&lt;br /&gt;And then amend it&lt;br /&gt;Every law that ever prevented&lt;br /&gt;Our survival since our arrival&lt;br /&gt;Documented in the bible&lt;br /&gt;Like moses and aaron&lt;br /&gt;Things gon change, its apparent&lt;br /&gt;And all the transparent gonna&lt;br /&gt;Be seen through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LET GOD REDEEM YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your deen true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WATCH OUT WHAT YOU CLING TO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get the green too&lt;br /&gt;Observe how a queen do&lt;br /&gt;And I remain calm readin the 73 psalm&lt;br /&gt;Cause wit all this on I got the world in palm&lt;br /&gt;Lauryn Hill - "Final Hour"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-6239519005266507084?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/6239519005266507084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/10/created-by-god-for-godto-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/6239519005266507084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/6239519005266507084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/10/created-by-god-for-godto-love.html' title='Created by God, for God...to love'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-9072205813644028591</id><published>2009-10-20T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T09:19:14.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Allow me to reintroduce myself...</title><content type='html'>This blog is going to track my journey (emotional) from "here" to "there".  Displayed to you through the arts (pics, music, etc.).  God has a specific purpose for everyone, maybe I can either lead you to yours or help you cultivate it.  I hope you enjoy and make comments good or bad, peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-9072205813644028591?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/9072205813644028591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/10/allow-me-to-reintroduce-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/9072205813644028591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/9072205813644028591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/10/allow-me-to-reintroduce-myself.html' title='Allow me to reintroduce myself...'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8528758051447890168.post-9076547127950879351</id><published>2009-10-19T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:31:15.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As if from my heart</title><content type='html'>And it feels as though I’ve seen your face a thousand times &lt;div&gt;And you said you really know me too yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know that you have got addicted with your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you say you gonna live it for yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is it, here I stand&lt;br /&gt;I’m the light of the world, I feel grand&lt;br /&gt;Got this love I can feel&lt;br /&gt;And I know yes for sure it is real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I feel as though I’ve known you since 1,000 years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you tell me that you’ve seen my face before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you said to me you don’t want me hanging round&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many times, wanna do it here before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Michael Jackson, "This is it"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/StywKSlQ_eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tZ6X_AzoLGE/s1600-h/black+heart+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394380144516333026" style="WIDTH: 43px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 39px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/StywKSlQ_eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tZ6X_AzoLGE/s200/black+heart+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8528758051447890168-9076547127950879351?l=chameleon16.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/feeds/9076547127950879351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-if-from-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/9076547127950879351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8528758051447890168/posts/default/9076547127950879351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chameleon16.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-if-from-my-heart.html' title='As if from my heart'/><author><name>Shayla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03238883765743392876</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/TDsmkal6V9I/AAAAAAAAADo/ctcS6OWb6DY/S220/love.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_exhD7KX48bY/StywKSlQ_eI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tZ6X_AzoLGE/s72-c/black+heart+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
