<?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-14395715</id><updated>2011-11-27T05:55:55.279-05:00</updated><category term='Noel'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Personal'/><category term='Parties'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Lloyd'/><category term='Cooking'/><category term='Chef'/><category term='Game'/><category term='gadgets'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Weekend'/><category term='New years'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='RNB'/><category term='New Dance'/><category term='phone'/><category term='Chrismas'/><category term='tricky friends'/><category term='Vacations'/><category term='Dedications'/><category term='Shot outs'/><category term='Maryland'/><category term='Random thoughts'/><category term='Travel'/><category term='Snow'/><category term='Road trip'/><category term='Braids'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Food'/><category term='In the News'/><category term='Seasons'/><category term='My braces'/><category term='Doctor office'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='Akon'/><category term='Choices'/><category term='Discoveries'/><category term='James Allen'/><category term='Football'/><title type='text'>* LIFE *</title><subtitle type='html'>A place to let go,coverse, chat, gossip,just being real because that is what LIFE is all about...
Yeah yeahh just be Honest and speak your mind cause someone is listening or I should say "reading"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>166</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-4562684880204681501</id><published>2007-12-21T10:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T10:39:12.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/R2veDbDj9cI/AAAAAAAAACk/zZfL91niZB4/s1600-h/j0285301.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/R2veDbDj9cI/AAAAAAAAACk/zZfL91niZB4/s200/j0285301.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146451149584594370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May your holiday be full of laughter, fun, and happiness.... And don't forget to share some around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-4562684880204681501?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/4562684880204681501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=4562684880204681501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/4562684880204681501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/4562684880204681501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!!!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/R2veDbDj9cI/AAAAAAAAACk/zZfL91niZB4/s72-c/j0285301.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-2980705059995126496</id><published>2007-05-21T13:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T14:15:30.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chef'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cooking'/><title type='text'>A Day in the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RlHhuw5Xo5I/AAAAAAAAACc/uq29Bt1Kvd8/s1600-h/cook.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RlHhuw5Xo5I/AAAAAAAAACc/uq29Bt1Kvd8/s200/cook.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067079249284277138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..almost.... &lt;br /&gt;So it's Sunday.. the plans is to sleep until noon probably 2pm then have breakfast, be lazy, watch TV, til day end. Really easy right? Well it didn't work out that way. &lt;br /&gt;My mom woke me up at 8am to drop her somewhere. I got home at 8:30am and really hungry so I decided to make me some tea and a small plain sandwich. After eating I stayed up reading a book. My phone rings at noon my cousin calling saying she will stop by to get the red shirt. When she come at about 1pm we stay up talk for a while then I asked her if she wanted me to make something for her. She left it up to me. So I made her a stuffed tuna omelette's. Which she really loved because she kept asking me what were the ingredients I used to make it. We hangout doing petty stuff.&lt;br /&gt;At 4pm i get a call from my other three cousins. it's SOS they are starving and in die need of food. So, I told then I'll make some food for them. I put on my chef hat again, and started my third meal of the day. Made some chicken, rice, and some side dishes. Which they enjoyed. Hangout after that until 8pm... then I finely had a chance to be lazy, watch TV then go to bed.... By that time it was 11pm&lt;br /&gt;Not bad for a Sunday huh? :-) Still I loved all the cooking I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-2980705059995126496?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/2980705059995126496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=2980705059995126496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/2980705059995126496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/2980705059995126496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2007/05/day-in-kitchen.html' title='A Day in the Kitchen'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RlHhuw5Xo5I/AAAAAAAAACc/uq29Bt1Kvd8/s72-c/cook.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-6724090264298403330</id><published>2007-03-26T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T15:21:25.956-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>On my way back to lunch this afternoon. A song that I used to like so much was playin on radio and I just couldnt't take it. I had to change the channel. So, that made me wonder: How come I loose interest so fast in things that I like? &lt;br /&gt;I am thinking I am that way too with relationships. One of the reasons I never commit cuz I know I will be bored soon enough. I tried to keep my distance and not let the person get attached. Anyway, lets get back on the subject. &lt;br /&gt;Seriously, two weeks ago I was listening to this song like crazy. Watched the video so many times I can't even count and listen to it at home, in my car, requested the DJs to play it at the clubs and I was really feelin it. But, yeah, it all came to halt today. And for no aparent reason. I just couldnt stand it. Oh well, I don't know but I was thinking that was something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-6724090264298403330?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/6724090264298403330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=6724090264298403330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/6724090264298403330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/6724090264298403330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2007/03/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-7180506446481675006</id><published>2007-03-03T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T23:15:33.365-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dedications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shot outs'/><title type='text'>Go go go Shawty it's your birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>[50 Cent]&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, go, go&lt;br /&gt;Go, go, go shawty&lt;br /&gt;It's your birthday&lt;br /&gt;We gon' party like it's yo birthday&lt;br /&gt;We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday&lt;br /&gt;And you know we don't give a fuck&lt;br /&gt;It's not your birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] (2x)&lt;br /&gt;You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub&lt;br /&gt;Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs &lt;br /&gt;I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love &lt;br /&gt;So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed &lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-7180506446481675006?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/7180506446481675006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=7180506446481675006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/7180506446481675006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/7180506446481675006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2007/03/go-go-go-shawty-its-your-birthday.html' title='Go go go Shawty it&apos;s your birthday!!!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-2734057623623763913</id><published>2007-02-28T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T10:17:27.531-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Blogging?</title><content type='html'>Wow, it feels like a decade since I posted anything on my Blog. I don't really know what has stopped me to do so. I know lot of things had happened since my last post, that's for sure. Actually some of the things that had been going on, I wouldn't have dreamed in a millions years that they would happen. But, I guess circumstances change and the decisions we make affect our lives even more. At least there are no regrets going into the future. Either having the time of my life or learning from my mistakes. I can deal with that. Just don't want to party too much that I loose focus on whats really important. I think I am getting serious on you, so I will stop here.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-2734057623623763913?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/2734057623623763913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=2734057623623763913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/2734057623623763913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/2734057623623763913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2007/02/blogging.html' title='Blogging?'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-2826949964346051916</id><published>2007-01-28T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T15:11:57.701-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lloyd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RNB'/><title type='text'>You by Lloyd feat Lil Wayned</title><content type='html'>I love this song! Enjoy Ps: see the lyrics below&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUqTGv8uDpU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZUqTGv8uDpU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Lloyd &lt;br /&gt;Album: Street Love &lt;br /&gt;Title: You &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feat. Lil Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil Wayne:]&lt;br /&gt;Its major move right here baby&lt;br /&gt;You gotta get wit it or get lost&lt;br /&gt;(Ya understand?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lloyd:]&lt;br /&gt;(Yea)&lt;br /&gt;Its Young Lloyd&lt;br /&gt;Reporting live from Atlanta, Georgia (Weezy F Baby)&lt;br /&gt;Decatur where its GREAT&lt;br /&gt;And uh I want all my sexy ladies to report to the dancefloor immediately&lt;br /&gt;We gon go head and glide dis one ya'll&lt;br /&gt;Speak Weezy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil Wayne:]&lt;br /&gt;(Yea)&lt;br /&gt;Right off the back ma tha boy got dollars&lt;br /&gt;So women come frequent like flight mileage&lt;br /&gt;It aint no secret (I) I might holla &lt;br /&gt;But I aint gon sweat ya baby&lt;br /&gt;Imma let ya&lt;br /&gt;Catch up wit ya game&lt;br /&gt;Run faster &lt;br /&gt;Dont let em lose ya cause I aint gon bless ya&lt;br /&gt;Unless ya&lt;br /&gt;Feel a lil desperate&lt;br /&gt;Send a nigga a text message girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lloyd:]&lt;br /&gt;Stop!...wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;Da way you move dat girl you done got my heart all in it&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna be with you tonite (girl please)&lt;br /&gt;Imma playa dat is true&lt;br /&gt;But I change da game for you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see what it do &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook: Lloyd]&lt;br /&gt;Can I be for real&lt;br /&gt;Dis is how I feel &lt;br /&gt;Im in need of love&lt;br /&gt;So lets dip up out of here&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ya just my type&lt;br /&gt;Everythings so right&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna chill&lt;br /&gt;So Lets dip up out of here&lt;br /&gt;(Lets dip up out of here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Lloyd]&lt;br /&gt;I ha ha haaaa haaaaa&lt;br /&gt;(She's fine too but I want you)&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha haaaa haaaaa&lt;br /&gt;(She's fine too but I want you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lloyd:]&lt;br /&gt;((I) I admit it)&lt;br /&gt;Dis just aint no game these just aint words&lt;br /&gt;(Dat Im spittin)&lt;br /&gt;If you could see tha thoughts dats in my head (Dats in my head)&lt;br /&gt;(Im trippin)&lt;br /&gt;Imma playa dat is true&lt;br /&gt;But I change da game for youuu&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see what it do (Oooooh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook: Lloyd]&lt;br /&gt;Can I be for real&lt;br /&gt;Dis is how I feel &lt;br /&gt;Im in need of love&lt;br /&gt;So lets dip up out of here&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ya just my type&lt;br /&gt;Everythings so right (so right)&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna chill&lt;br /&gt;So Lets dip up out of here&lt;br /&gt;(Lets dip up out of here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Lloyd]&lt;br /&gt;I ha ha haaaa haaaaa&lt;br /&gt;(She's fine too but I want you)&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha haaaa haaaaa&lt;br /&gt;(She's fine too but I want you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil Wayne:]&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Weezy F baby da key to da ladies&lt;br /&gt;Keys to tha safe so please say da baby&lt;br /&gt;Weed and patron even in tha a.m.&lt;br /&gt;We should be alone we can get a day in&lt;br /&gt;Ya like wat Im sayin?&lt;br /&gt;Den come around tha way and&lt;br /&gt;We can go inside and stay in &lt;br /&gt;Tell da homeboy ya stayin&lt;br /&gt;You've been taken&lt;br /&gt;Gone&lt;br /&gt;Turn me on and Imma turn him out&lt;br /&gt;You kno I love you like good food&lt;br /&gt;You kno you fuckin wit a good dude&lt;br /&gt;You kno you give good brain like you graduated from a good school&lt;br /&gt;You kno Imma good move &lt;br /&gt;You should do (me)&lt;br /&gt;See...shawty wat it is?&lt;br /&gt;Da Carter who it is&lt;br /&gt;Now shawty do it big&lt;br /&gt;A party at my crib&lt;br /&gt;Dats a party in da hillz&lt;br /&gt;You call it wat you want&lt;br /&gt;But she can call it wat she feel&lt;br /&gt;(Ooowwww!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook: Lloyd]&lt;br /&gt;Can I be for real&lt;br /&gt;Dis is how I feel &lt;br /&gt;Im in need of love&lt;br /&gt;So lets dip up out of here&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ya just my type&lt;br /&gt;Everythings so right (so right)&lt;br /&gt;And I just wanna chill&lt;br /&gt;So Lets dip up out of here&lt;br /&gt;(Lets dip up out of here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Lloyd]&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha haaaa haaaaa&lt;br /&gt;(She's fine too but I want you)&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha haaaa haaaaa&lt;br /&gt;(She's fine too but I want you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil Wayne:]&lt;br /&gt;I aint nuttin but a nonviolent nigga (yaknowatimean?)&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp; lil' Lloyd long hair dont care&lt;br /&gt;Yo wattup Ryan I see you baby&lt;br /&gt;(Yea)&lt;br /&gt;Its major move right here baby&lt;br /&gt;I aint talkin fast its just you listenin' slow (yaknowatimean?)&lt;br /&gt;You aint tryna hear me den dont heard me&lt;br /&gt;Im up outta hear&lt;br /&gt;I aint bein mean but you so mean in dem jeans (yaknowatimean?)&lt;br /&gt;So wat you want me to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-2826949964346051916?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/2826949964346051916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=2826949964346051916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/2826949964346051916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/2826949964346051916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2007/01/you-by-lloyd-feat-lil-wayned.html' title='You by Lloyd feat Lil Wayned'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-8817215722563285969</id><published>2007-01-21T18:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T18:36:58.134-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Finely 1st day of Snow!!!</title><content type='html'>We were wondering if we were going to have snow this year. We didn't have a white Christmas and New years eve was not that cold either considering the winter in Columbus. But when you give up and say what a heck? That's the time things really happen. So, this morning I dropped my mom at 7:30 in the morning and on my way there and back there was just a little of sprinkles here and there. &lt;br /&gt;I get back home and got back to bed at 7:45am the street are very clear. Few hours later, specifically 1:15pm I wake go in the kitchen to make some breakfast when I pull the blinds up all of a sudden Bam! Every thing is totally covered. I mean just in a few hours everything totally changed. It has stopped snowing now. Most of the roads are plowed and cleared of snow. here are the a few pictures in the back of our house:&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RbP36w2kJTI/AAAAAAAAABs/luVmuoFg6d8/s1600-h/000_0270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RbP36w2kJTI/AAAAAAAAABs/luVmuoFg6d8/s400/000_0270.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022630598366471474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RbP37Q2kJUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qs2qZ1Is3NE/s1600-h/000_0268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RbP37Q2kJUI/AAAAAAAAAB0/qs2qZ1Is3NE/s400/000_0268.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022630606956406082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RbP37g2kJVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v_veLLQU36Q/s1600-h/000_0272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RbP37g2kJVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/v_veLLQU36Q/s400/000_0272.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5022630611251373394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I &lt;br /&gt;I took these pictures standing on the back porch. See how close the gas station is but I hardly ever buy gas there. (don't mind me. that was off topic)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-8817215722563285969?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/8817215722563285969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=8817215722563285969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/8817215722563285969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/8817215722563285969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2007/01/finely-1st-day-of-snow.html' title='Finely 1st day of Snow!!!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RbP36w2kJTI/AAAAAAAAABs/luVmuoFg6d8/s72-c/000_0270.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-5850501682567429134</id><published>2007-01-18T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T10:10:17.830-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><title type='text'>Countdown begin!</title><content type='html'>I ordere my beautiful Envy phone yesterday and I can't wait for it to be delivered the guy said it sould take two to three business days. &lt;br /&gt;Now that I think of it I should have asked for it to be over nighted. It's a litte crazy living just for my coming phone.I guess one can be excited for something every once in a while. Right?&lt;br /&gt;Here is a repost of the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/Ra-NcA2kJSI/AAAAAAAAABY/F9fJUS1esgk/s1600-h/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/Ra-NcA2kJSI/AAAAAAAAABY/F9fJUS1esgk/s400/phone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021387621946107170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/Ra-NTw2kJRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KCIeiD-bTCE/s1600-h/LG_VX9900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/Ra-NTw2kJRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/KCIeiD-bTCE/s400/LG_VX9900.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021387480212186386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-5850501682567429134?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/5850501682567429134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=5850501682567429134' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/5850501682567429134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/5850501682567429134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2007/01/countdown-begin.html' title='Countdown begin!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/Ra-NcA2kJSI/AAAAAAAAABY/F9fJUS1esgk/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-6168301899236922685</id><published>2007-01-10T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T23:01:05.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tricky friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Braids'/><title type='text'>Tricked again!</title><content type='html'>This past Saturday a friend of mine manage to trick me into getting braids again!&lt;br /&gt;She promised she was going to make them big enough so that I didn't spend more than 5 hours just getting my hair done. The line that sold me: Hey, don't worry about it. The braids won't take long since you getting "life" ( it's the name of the braids) instead of micro braids. So I went along two hours later I wasn't too happy that she really made them small but by that time it was too late to do anything about it. Either take them off or just bear the pain of following through with it. Since I am not a quitter I followed through! (that's the BS line I fed myself!) :P&lt;br /&gt;Oh well here is how they turned out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/353433403_0ad7819f3c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/353433403_0ad7819f3c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/353433390_0adc155db3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/353433390_0adc155db3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/136/353433409_d07a811e9e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/136/353433409_d07a811e9e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/353433394_dc2ac60880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/140/353433394_dc2ac60880.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/353433399_2fe76ea1ff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/353433399_2fe76ea1ff.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats that line about "fool me once shame on you..." yep shame on me but now that they are done we're cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-6168301899236922685?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/6168301899236922685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=6168301899236922685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/6168301899236922685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/6168301899236922685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2007/01/tricked-again.html' title='Tricked again!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/353433403_0ad7819f3c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-3796601077869696595</id><published>2007-01-09T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T13:10:32.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gadgets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='phone'/><title type='text'>Envy its a deadly thing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RaPUNyVXr9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9TyjmwZQHns/s1600-h/phone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RaPUNyVXr9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9TyjmwZQHns/s320/phone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018087743135657938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RaPUOCVXr-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/NDz7nfPrwsA/s1600-h/LG_VX9900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RaPUOCVXr-I/AAAAAAAAAA4/NDz7nfPrwsA/s320/LG_VX9900.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018087747430625250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new found Love. I want this phone so bad whenever I see or hear a commercial of it I get this envy look on my face :)&lt;br /&gt;I have verizon but they wont let me upgrade until July of 2007. I can either get it on discount if I wait til then or pay full price now. If I wait that long it probably wont be as cool anymore. They'll likely have something else that's hot at that time. So I have been hinting to all my friends Chrismas can be sweeter if I get this phone! ;) I text alot, so it will be so much easier and faster to send my texts.&lt;br /&gt;See the commercial  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.techeblog.com/index.php/tech-gadget/verizon-releases-new-lg-env-vx9900-commercials"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-3796601077869696595?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/3796601077869696595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=3796601077869696595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/3796601077869696595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/3796601077869696595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2007/01/envy-its-deadly-thing.html' title='Envy its a deadly thing!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RaPUNyVXr9I/AAAAAAAAAAw/9TyjmwZQHns/s72-c/phone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-4017579956948544034</id><published>2006-12-27T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T11:01:03.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New years'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Too many parties so little time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RZKYUN46ItI/AAAAAAAAAAk/saoZ47rv0Ic/s1600-h/chooseone.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RZKYUN46ItI/AAAAAAAAAAk/saoZ47rv0Ic/s320/chooseone.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5013236808309940946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As people are debating if EID is going to be Saturday or Sunday. I have a delima, I have few new years eve party invitations and all of them I want to attend.&lt;br /&gt;My boss is throwing a party at her condo and she is making us sign waivers that whatever we see there stay there.And trust me I believe her party is going to be outrageous. Then, my friends and I had decided to go club hopping on new years then end the night at this awesome place downtown Columbus. In addition, I have a friend that would probably wants to celebrate new years together. I don't know where he wants to go yet. Last but not the least I sign up to spend new years with some business acquaintance and as of last night they are putting a lot of work to plan the party. Last weekend we promised ourselves to be out Fri, Sat &amp; no doubt Sunday. If Eid is on Saturday then it will give some time for Sunday to juggle my time on Sunday. I just want to make sure that I am counting down the new year at a party not in the car trying to get to the next party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-4017579956948544034?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/4017579956948544034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=4017579956948544034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/4017579956948544034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/4017579956948544034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-many-parties-so-little-time.html' title='Too many parties so little time!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RZKYUN46ItI/AAAAAAAAAAk/saoZ47rv0Ic/s72-c/chooseone.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-9208522768195089134</id><published>2006-12-25T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T17:12:44.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chrismas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Merry Chrismas!!!</title><content type='html'>Almost forgot to do this. My excuse: better late than never! :P&lt;br /&gt;With that said: You guys/gals have a Merry Chrismas and go slow on those Ahem ahem Eggnogs.&lt;br /&gt;Again Happy Holidays to you and yours.  Joyeux Noel! :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamond&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-9208522768195089134?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/9208522768195089134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=9208522768195089134' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/9208522768195089134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/9208522768195089134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-chrismas.html' title='Merry Chrismas!!!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-6315240964542956685</id><published>2006-12-21T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T14:20:14.396-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Road trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maryland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>Ocean City Maryland!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RYreY946IsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-UEv9da72Nk/s1600-h/ocean_city_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RYreY946IsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-UEv9da72Nk/s320/ocean_city_md.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011062055914578626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I was in Ocean City. I went there with two family members and lots of friends. Yeah baby, another road trip. At least this time no turns driving. Since we had a large number we rented a tourist bus to take us. Which left us minds free, hands free and everything else you can imagine! 10 hours drive 11 hrs including stops&lt;br /&gt;Played games, acted silly, slept, ate, watched movies, slept, ate, played games. This was the routing on our way there and back. Every once in a while I was kind of lost in my thoughts. But the guys laughing would bring me back to the crowd. &lt;br /&gt;Ocean City was so beautiful. The city was almost deserted, well not almost it was deserted. A resident there told us that the city is packed during the summer months. &lt;br /&gt;He said that there are probably about 7 to 8 thousands that are permanent resident. But in the summer the population rises to about 300 thousand or more. I kept teasing my cousin that I felt I was on one of those scary movies. Where the town is totally deserted. We kept each other company. Had lots of fun. Kind of like the town was only for us. Let me not forget the beach. The weather was over 65 degrees the whole time we were there not bad for a December month. Since Ohio has been under 40 degrees.&lt;br /&gt;Overall the trip was a definite success. We got exactly what we wanted from the trip.&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably go back. But I'll wait til the end of the summer next year so that there are just enough people but not too many.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-6315240964542956685?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/6315240964542956685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=6315240964542956685' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/6315240964542956685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/6315240964542956685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/12/ocean-city-maryland.html' title='Ocean City Maryland!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RYreY946IsI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-UEv9da72Nk/s72-c/ocean_city_md.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-8754489096072756250</id><published>2006-12-05T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T01:23:31.030-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Discoveries'/><title type='text'>Was lost but now found</title><content type='html'>The most amazing thing happened this weekend. My mom found her long lost sister. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RXZhSLhmXLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WP5Y-UWYSsg/s1600-h/HappyPeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RXZhSLhmXLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WP5Y-UWYSsg/s200/HappyPeople.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005295000828140722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They havent' seen each other in almost 15 years. My mom actually tought she didn't have anymore family left. The reason being that she is from East Africa and my dad is from West africa. We lived in Senegal for the past 6 years before we came to the united states. To make a long story short. Upon moving to West africa my mom lost contact with her family. Just couple weeks ago we were talking about her family. Well, my family too. I always wanted to know about my maternal side of the family but I never got the chance. The last time I saw my grand mother I was only 2 years old. I don't even remember. My mom only tells me stories of our visit there. I wish I could remember thought. She died 9 years ago and I never got a chance to really meet and know her. Her father past away when she was younger. Back to good news.&lt;br /&gt;Mom has been excited out of her mind these day. She barely sleeps. I bid her good night at almost 1 or 2 in the morning and she stays up until 3 or 4 am sometimes so she can talk to her sister and her niece. Due to the time difference. &lt;br /&gt;I am excited for her too. I mean I always wondered but somehow I just got used to knowing my dad's side of the family. Which is really really big. More like 3 villages into one. She was so worried that they wouldn't be able to understand each other. My mom forgot how to speak Swahili &amp; another local dialect which they used to comunicate in. But, she couldn't wait for the morning to come so she can call my new found Aunt. Don't worry. They can communicate in a different language that they all understand.&lt;br /&gt;She is already planning a trip this coming year so they can see eachoter again.&lt;br /&gt;Life is so crazy. Last month I didn't even know that my family was about to biggy size. &lt;br /&gt;I am also glad that the guilt trip my mom used to put on me is no longer valid.&lt;br /&gt;This is what she used to say when she got upset " I can't beleive you did or acted or said what you said. You and your siblings are the only people that I have in this world. And you would do such thing." (plus shake her head) That sentence used to get me every time. I don't think it's going to work anymore. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-8754489096072756250?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/8754489096072756250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=8754489096072756250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/8754489096072756250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/8754489096072756250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/12/was-lost-but-now-found.html' title='Was lost but now found'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hDuMtG1KG8s/RXZhSLhmXLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WP5Y-UWYSsg/s72-c/HappyPeople.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-3451373620169354665</id><published>2006-11-30T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T19:27:14.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor office'/><title type='text'>Good to know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/231640/Healthy-Heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2371/1757/200/725713/Healthy-Heart.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at my doctor's office for my annual check up earlier today. &lt;br /&gt;While the Doctor was checking my heart rate he asked me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr:&lt;/strong&gt; Do you exercise regularly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; No ( I said that quite fast too) and I started smiling just thinking what he was about to say. Kind of waiting to be scolded at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr:&lt;/strong&gt; Humn, your heart beat is slow. Usually people who don't exercise have a fast heart bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; So am I okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr:&lt;/strong&gt; yeahh. You heart beat is very healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; (grinning from ear to ear) Yep, am special! (laughing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dr:&lt;/strong&gt; (smiling) well, I'll still recommend regular exercise.&lt;br /&gt;At this point he burst my bubble. Still, I am happy about the outcome of my visit.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think of it. I have been doing a lot dancing. I guess I exercise regularly.&lt;br /&gt;Who knows...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-3451373620169354665?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/3451373620169354665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=3451373620169354665' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/3451373620169354665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/3451373620169354665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-to-know.html' title='Good to know'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-1299565546049285563</id><published>2006-11-29T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T12:27:01.537-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Akon'/><title type='text'>Blazing Music</title><content type='html'>Akon is the Sh*t in Town. I mean in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akon: Smack that feat Eminem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XH36uCf0Zuo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XH36uCf0Zuo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The number one song in the billboard for the past weeks is no other than&lt;br /&gt;Akon feat Snoop Dog with "I wanna Love You" the clean version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jGKd5wsBxh0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jGKd5wsBxh0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/14395715-1299565546049285563?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/1299565546049285563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=1299565546049285563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/1299565546049285563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/1299565546049285563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/11/blazing-music.html' title='Blazing Music'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-3173683084920685971</id><published>2006-11-27T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:55:27.028-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>What do you want???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/55585/fliphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2371/1757/320/205644/fliphone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever get a call from someone you haven't spoken to in a long time? The first time you they call and sound extra happy to talk to you. You just think that maybe they are having a wonderful day and is coming through the conversation. But then keep calling but not really saying anything?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I get a call from this guy that I know but not really know if you know what I mean. Like, we went on a road trip together but he was with someone else. We had fun and that was it. We never really hang out again after that. &lt;br /&gt;So a few weeks ago I missed his call. When I returned his phone call and talked to him. He was just so perky. I didn't really understand why, but I went with the flow. Then next week he calls again, now, the same thing happens, nothing really to talk about. I mean how many times can you ask someone how they're doing? So, I get this feeling he wants to say something but he can bring himself to do it. I don't know how many times he had called since and just saying hello. Maybe I am getting paranoid. But then again, I don't know what to think of it. More than one phone call a week just see how am doing is a little creepy. And I try to help when he calls. I'll say "So, what's up? or what you got for me? or What's new?" I mean just to give him an opening to say whatever he has to say to so I can get over it already.&lt;br /&gt;Totally weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-3173683084920685971?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/3173683084920685971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=3173683084920685971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/3173683084920685971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/3173683084920685971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-do-you-want.html' title='What do you want???'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-3974462752762343760</id><published>2006-11-22T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T12:04:19.372-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Turkey Day!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/thank1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/200/thank1.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's BACK!!! Turkey Day! Today is the last day of work for the week. Everyone is already traveling to their loved ones if they are celebrating Thanksgiving out of town.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky me, I don't need to put on my driving gloves. We are celebrating at my cousins which is very close to home. &lt;br /&gt;This year I am not slaving in the kitchen. At least I hope not too. I am only making pumpkin pies and probably help serve and set the table. Other than that everything is been taken care of. All I have to do is: show up! and not forget the pies.&lt;br /&gt;For those traveling please please Drive Safely! We want everyone to celebrate not end up at ICU. With that my friends Have a wonderful time and do eat as much as your body would allow :0P &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/turkeyday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/400/turkeyday.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamon,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-3974462752762343760?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/3974462752762343760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=3974462752762343760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/3974462752762343760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/3974462752762343760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-turkey-day.html' title='Happy Turkey Day!!!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-7917791927771272041</id><published>2006-11-20T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T14:24:50.850-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weekend'/><title type='text'>Weekend</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday the entire city of Columbus,OH was buzzing because of the game that was to be played between our own Columbus Buckeyes the #1 team in the country against the #2 team the Blues of Michigan.&lt;br /&gt;Tension was running high. Everybody was either at a House game party or the local bar to watch the game and support. The tickets were sold at outrages prices. Some were sold from $1,000.00 to $10,000.00 depending on the seat. I heard some even higher than 10 grands.&lt;br /&gt;From 4PM til 7Pm all the street were deserted. I know, because I made a trip to the store and the roads were very clear for a Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;The Buckeyes won the game 42 to 39. Very close win. Needless to say you can read the details on the ESPN sports &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/columns/story?columnist=forde_pat&amp;id=2667714/"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that you can imagine all the bars give aways free drinks. People got wasted literally. &lt;br /&gt;The Omega Psi Phi - Q's hosted a skate party at local skating ring/family fun center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/4297/The-All-New-Skate-Zone-71.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2371/1757/320/448194/The-All-New-Skate-Zone-71.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the skate floor looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/722486/HUGE-Skate-Floor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/2371/1757/320/821565/HUGE-Skate-Floor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cool thing was that they had a regular dance floor in the middle of the skate ring. So if you got tired of skating you could join the rest of the crowd on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;This is how Saturday went post game party was from 7 til 12am. Then everybody went to the Q's party from 2am til 4:30am then they went to an after party! I called it a night at 4:30am got home a little after 5 in the morning. We made a quick detour at a house party then went home. I slept most of my Sunday away. But managed to squeeze in a shopping trip which was way AWESOME!! I got me some new JEANS and a very cool Coat.&lt;br /&gt;Now I just need some more shoes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-7917791927771272041?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/7917791927771272041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=7917791927771272041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/7917791927771272041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/7917791927771272041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/11/weekend.html' title='Weekend'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-4011108218502698052</id><published>2006-11-15T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T00:27:33.289-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James Allen'/><title type='text'>From my Favorite book</title><content type='html'>As A Man Thinketh by James Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The soul attracts that which it secretly harbors, that which it loves, and also that which it fears. It reaches the heights of its cherished aspirations; it falls to the level of its unchastened desires, and circumstances are the means by which the soul receives it own.&lt;br /&gt;Every though-seed sown or allowed to fall into the mind, and to take root there, produces its own fruitage of opportunity and circumstance. Good thoughts bear good fruits, bad thoughts bad fruits.&lt;br /&gt;The outer world of circumstances shapes itself to the inner world of thought, and both pleasant and unpleasant external conditions are factors which make for the ultimate good of the individual. As the reaper of his own harvest, man learns both of sufferings and bliss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ____James Allen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that my friends is worth thinking about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-4011108218502698052?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/4011108218502698052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=4011108218502698052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/4011108218502698052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/4011108218502698052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/11/from-my-favorite-book.html' title='From my Favorite book'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-5249367477032022509</id><published>2006-11-13T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:42:30.380-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New Dance'/><title type='text'>Walk it OUT</title><content type='html'>Hey, hey, hey, Walk it out!!! This is the hottest song on the nation now. &lt;br /&gt;Everybody is walking it out! :OP &lt;br /&gt;My cousin and I made the discovery when we went club hopping couple weeks back.&lt;br /&gt;Walk it out was one of the song that had all the clubs jumping. This past week everybody is doing the walk it out dance.&lt;br /&gt;Even my Boss, me and my co-worker were doing the walk it out dance at the office. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;I found the videw on Youtube.com it's not very clear but you get the idea of the new dance.&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone lets WALK IT OUT!!!&lt;br /&gt;East side WALK IT OUT!&lt;br /&gt;West side WALK IT OUI!&lt;br /&gt;South side WALK IT OUT! and&lt;br /&gt;North side WALK IT OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pxjZM-d_ShI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pxjZM-d_ShI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snap your fingers, snap your fingers and walk it out! :oP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-5249367477032022509?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/5249367477032022509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=5249367477032022509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/5249367477032022509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/5249367477032022509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/11/walk-it-out.html' title='Walk it OUT'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-8091399213492755641</id><published>2006-11-07T16:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:59:31.019-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Depressed?</title><content type='html'>I went home during my lunch hour and had a weird talk with my mom. &lt;br /&gt;We were talking about my sister until out of the blue she said:&lt;br /&gt;Are you okay? You seem a little down these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;Me: ( have a confused look ) Uhh... I am okay. Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: I don't know you just don't seem like your old self.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/puppy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/320/puppy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; my old self?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah, like going you haven't been to your hair stylist, you not wearing any make up,you doing the long face, things like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, I don't know. I didn't really realize it. I guess I have been busy with things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; Maybe, is it your braces? Do they hurt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Naahh,they dont.I am cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom:&lt;/strong&gt; okay, Just thought I'll ask and see if things were okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Thank...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as I was driving back to work. I kept thinking about things that are happening in my life. Maybe I need a vacation. I don't know. Maybe I do have an change of attitude. Perhaps, I have been living in my head for a little longer than I need to.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she was telling me I need to step up my game :oP. Anyways, so that brought me to the question. " Am I depressed?" Now that's an easy question to answer if I watch those TV commercial about anti-depressant. With them the whole world is depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sigh) La vie pourqoui si complique?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-8091399213492755641?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/8091399213492755641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=8091399213492755641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/8091399213492755641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/8091399213492755641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/11/depressed.html' title='Depressed?'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-5667479465943704620</id><published>2006-11-02T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T20:56:29.110-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My braces'/><title type='text'>Braces = Diet for 2 years</title><content type='html'>My dentist wanted me to go and see an orthodontist. Who made some preliminaries post treatment. He said that I don't really have a bad bite but if I want to I could get treatment to have a perfect alignment of my theeths.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, to make a long story short: I have been wearing braces for the past 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for whoever invented the clear braces. I automatically chose to have the clear braces even though it cost a lot more than the regular one.&lt;br /&gt;It still shows a little but not as bad as the metal braces. Another good side is that I am forced into a strict diet if I want don't want to spend so much money on replacing every brackets that break for not following the proper diet. Meaning eating only soft food and liquid. &lt;br /&gt;My new best friends:&lt;br /&gt;- Soup&lt;br /&gt;- Baked potato and sour cream ( I love it)&lt;br /&gt;- Jello&lt;br /&gt;- Pudding&lt;br /&gt;- Grits&lt;br /&gt;- Liquids (meal replacement shakes, protein shake, coffee, tea, hot chocolate)&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely NO Soft drinks. Very bad when you have braces, well they said high sugar contents. I guess you could add my last three beverages.&lt;br /&gt;- spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;- Cut to pieces Pizza (that's not too fun)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what else. If you have any suggestion what I can add to my menu for the next two years. I'll love you extra! :oP &lt;br /&gt;But here is the difference between regular metal braces and clear braces:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/metal%20braces.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/320/metal%20braces.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty amazing huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't started to crave anything yet. Yeah, I said "YET" cuz I know it's just a matter of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-5667479465943704620?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/5667479465943704620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=5667479465943704620' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/5667479465943704620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/5667479465943704620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/11/on-diet-for-2-years.html' title='Braces = Diet for 2 years'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-3292412137183927723</id><published>2006-10-31T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T12:59:38.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday, we went to a hunted house that was set up at the local stadium for Halloween. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/halloween%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/320/halloween%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire tour was scary but fun. We scream on the top of our lungs. These people really know their business. We had people with saws chasing us from every turn. My cousin and I were screaming to be let out. We kept saying " I can't believe I paid for this." I mean who pays to be scared? Well, lots of people do. Since the whole thing was full and we had to wait for 30min to even get in. But overall it was cool. We had fun. Then after we left we went to a Halloween party. That didn't go too well. we had too many party poopers.&lt;br /&gt;Or the guy or gal that was trowing the party didn't prepare well. You win some and loose some.&lt;br /&gt;My cousin said "At least our costumes were a success". That was until I read a review on MSN yesterday. Anyways, she dressed up as a sexy bunny and I was a &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/pussycat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/320/pussycat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pussycat. The costume were really cool. I would have even let you see the pictures but it's just too hot! :P&lt;br /&gt;Happy Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/halloween.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/320/halloween.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-3292412137183927723?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/3292412137183927723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=3292412137183927723' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/3292412137183927723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/3292412137183927723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/10/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-2714442023779122171</id><published>2006-10-23T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T18:09:15.413-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone has a blessed Eid today. Happy new year Guys/Gals!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/eid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/320/eid.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-2714442023779122171?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/2714442023779122171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=2714442023779122171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/2714442023779122171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/2714442023779122171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/10/eid-mubarak.html' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-894275208361107377</id><published>2006-10-20T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T16:06:09.162-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Kitchen</title><content type='html'>Tonight we are having a get together at a friends house after futoor. Everyone is supposed to bring something. I choose to make dessert!&lt;br /&gt;Last night my cousins and I went to Walmart to get our baking supplies and ingredients.After long consideration on what to make and arguing what would taste better or what's appropriate for the season we came up with 4 dessert items.&lt;br /&gt;1st we are Pounda cake. here served with strawberries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/pound%20cake%20with%20strawberries.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/320/pound%20cake%20with%20strawberries.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd we made two Pumpkin Pies last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/pumpkin%20pie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/320/pumpkin%20pie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd we are making a Bowl of Tropical fruit salad today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/tropical0001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/320/tropical0001.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th we are making mini tart filled with cream cheese and berries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/berry%20tart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/320/berry%20tart.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the exact count of the people that will show up tonight so I hope we made enough for everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-894275208361107377?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/894275208361107377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=894275208361107377' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/894275208361107377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/894275208361107377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/10/back-in-kitchen.html' title='Back in the Kitchen'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-3125865499347611076</id><published>2006-10-17T10:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T11:15:35.061-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In the News'/><title type='text'>USA population hits 300 Millions!</title><content type='html'>In the past 30 years the United State of America grew a whopping population of 100 Millions. What does that mean for American residents? I'll leave the guess work for the experts to analyze and report. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/Americans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/320/Americans.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the article: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Census Bureau counts the population every 10 years. In between, it uses administrative records and surveys to estimate monthly averages for births, deaths and net immigration. The bureau has a “population clock” that estimates a birth every seven seconds, a death every 13 seconds and a new immigrant every 31 seconds. Add it together and you get one new American every 11 seconds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are an estimated 11 million to 12 million illegal immigrants in the U.S. Experts differ on the specifics, but many estimate that more than 1 million of them don’t show up in census figures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The census clearly misses people,” said Passel, a former Census Bureau employee who used to help estimate the undercount. “Having said that, when they crossed 200 million, they were missing about 5 million people. We think the 2000 census missed a lot less than 5 million people.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To read more about it &lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/15298443"&gt;Link here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-3125865499347611076?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/3125865499347611076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=3125865499347611076' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/3125865499347611076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/3125865499347611076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/10/usa-population-hits-300-millions.html' title='USA population hits 300 Millions!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-1303576590971353244</id><published>2006-10-16T17:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T17:19:19.124-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Football'/><title type='text'>OHIO STATE Buckeyes Rank # 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Today's Top 10: Power Rankings Summary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to be a buckeyes these days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/Ohio_2555.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/320/Ohio_2555.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/OSU%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/320/OSU%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/Ohio_Stadium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/320/Ohio_Stadium.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://teamrankings.com/"&gt;NCAA link for the rest of the colleges &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-1303576590971353244?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/1303576590971353244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=1303576590971353244' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/1303576590971353244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/1303576590971353244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/10/ohio-state-buckeyes-rank-1.html' title='OHIO STATE Buckeyes Rank # 1'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-1680592209256248913</id><published>2006-10-15T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T11:11:50.795-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parties'/><title type='text'>Partying in the month of Ramanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/party%20light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/320/party%20light.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just woke up not long ago and my whole body is swore from the dancing I did last night at a party. OSU uni. was hosting the 1st African Beauty pageant yesterday. My cousin was one of the contestant, so I went to show some love and support.&lt;br /&gt;After the pageant they had an after party that we decided to go to. As you can imagine a party with a bunch of college kids is most definitely crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I danced my a$$ off that's for sure. I don't even know where I got all that energy I could not stop. I guess I was having too much fun and of course we had a great DJ.&lt;br /&gt;He played my song alright. Specially that new Justin K. Sexy Back and so many other banging songs. I just loved it.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get home until a little before 4am. Had some food and decided to stay up a little while to give some time to digest before I went to bed. Which by the time I got to do it was after 5 in the morning. My mom woke me up at 8:30 to take her somewhere I was not a happy camper. &lt;br /&gt;I don't feel sleepy anymore, but I can feel my muscles throbbing like crazy. Anyways, that got me thinking. I am fasting and partying. I don't know if it was cool or not. But hey, I couldn't miss the party. Plus I would have hated my self if I didn't go cuz that party was Hot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-1680592209256248913?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/1680592209256248913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=1680592209256248913' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/1680592209256248913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/1680592209256248913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/10/partying-in-month-of-ramanda.html' title='Partying in the month of Ramanda'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-1959685657553862745</id><published>2006-10-12T10:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T13:00:08.695-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doctor office'/><title type='text'>India or Asia?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday at my Orthodentist appointment. &lt;br /&gt;My Orthodentist was telling me on some of the thing that my Dentist will need to perform so I can complete my treatment. This was one of conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr: What is the name of your dentist again?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Dr Tamimi&lt;br /&gt;Dr: Dr Taaammm....?&lt;br /&gt;Me: his name is Dr Ta mee mee&lt;br /&gt;Dr: Oh, I thought it was a She.&lt;br /&gt;Me: No, it's a he&lt;br /&gt;Dr: hum, that's an unusual name. Where is he from?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am not sure. But I think it's Asia, either India or the neighbouring countries.&lt;br /&gt;Dr: Asia, no way. It can't be. Asia is like China or Japan the sort...&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/1600/confused%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2371/1757/320/confused%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I could be wrong. But I really thought India was part of Asia.&lt;br /&gt;Dr: I don't think so. India is .... uh.... like India. yeah. India is India.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Really? wow, I guess that could be.&lt;br /&gt;Dr: okay well, this is what he will need to do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on from there. But the whole thing was bugging me. He really messed me up with my geography. The whole day I was thinking about it. Saying to myself I am going to google it out as soon as I get home.&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say I forgot until late at night I was watching Comedy Central a stand up with an India guy form Canada. He made the comment why people can get it that India is part of Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say: Bingo!! I knew I was right. &lt;br /&gt;Amazing how people here are so closed off about other continents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-1959685657553862745?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/1959685657553862745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=1959685657553862745' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/1959685657553862745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/1959685657553862745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/10/india-or-asia.html' title='India or Asia?'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-9162161067136641780</id><published>2006-10-11T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:10:28.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funky Song!</title><content type='html'>I like this song. Sexy Back:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HgtmETjMT7Y"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HgtmETjMT7Y" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/14395715-9162161067136641780?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/9162161067136641780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=9162161067136641780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/9162161067136641780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/9162161067136641780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/10/funky-song.html' title='Funky Song!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-1126417970194447379</id><published>2006-10-07T16:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T16:35:05.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily show with John S.</title><content type='html'>I watched this last night. This is too funny. Check it out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dEJY6g-Z3nE"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dEJY6g-Z3nE" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-1126417970194447379?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/1126417970194447379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=1126417970194447379' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/1126417970194447379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/1126417970194447379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/10/daily-show-with-john-s.html' title='Daily show with John S.'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115997194102054360</id><published>2006-10-04T10:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T10:25:41.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>You have to love the abstract as much as you love the addiction.&lt;br /&gt;The only way that I would ever be great to myself is not by what I do to my body. &lt;br /&gt;But what I do to my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Ramtha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115997194102054360?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115997194102054360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115997194102054360' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115997194102054360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115997194102054360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/10/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115936836648195352</id><published>2006-09-27T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T10:46:06.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas prices</title><content type='html'>I saw this picture and thought the person nailed the message. This is what every body say while at the gas station:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/gas-prices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/gas-prices.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The favorite topic of the majority of American residents. Monday I bought a gallon at $1.98. The last time I bought gas at this price was last year. It's been between $2.50 and over $3.00 a gallon for the past months.&lt;br /&gt;I am wondering what caused this drop. But I definetly appreciate the new prices while they last.Which can climb up this afternoon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115936836648195352?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115936836648195352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115936836648195352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115936836648195352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115936836648195352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/09/gas-prices.html' title='Gas prices'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115907186529940231</id><published>2006-09-23T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T00:24:27.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Ramadan!!!</title><content type='html'>Touch of Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/Ramadan____Touch_of_Blessing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/400/Ramadan____Touch_of_Blessing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, Ramadan is here and I am happy that the month is back again to bring us closer to ourselves and God. I know lots of people don't have many positives opinions about individuals that pay extra attention to their faith during the month of Ramadan. I know some of them really take it to the extreme. But, who are we to judge? Isn't that someone else's right? If we would just think about what we do, and what we don't do, it would be very uncomfortable finger pointing. I think that with us being all human says it all. No one is perfect. In addition, it seems like everyone has some type of amnesia when it comes to certain things. And only consistent efforts in focusing on a certain goal can one maintain qualities in developing habits that helps to  prevent developing a strong case of it. Which can be very difficult since &lt;strong&gt;life&lt;/strong&gt; always get in a way of our "Plans".&lt;br /&gt;I love the month of Ramadan because it brings out the best in a lot more people than any other time during the year. I observe how more people change their living habits just for the sake of the Holy month. (me included, I pay more attention to the things I say or do) It's just as sad when a week after Ramadan people revert back to their old self. But it sure was nice to see while it lasted. &lt;br /&gt;Then again, this is life as we know it. Any different we wouldn't be humans right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: I am tired, sleepy, over stuffed, and relaxing while writing this post. I really didn't take anytime revising my words or developing my thoughts further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  **********HAPPY RAMADAN**********&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115907186529940231?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115907186529940231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115907186529940231' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115907186529940231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115907186529940231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-ramadan.html' title='Happy Ramadan!!!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115881360840447966</id><published>2006-09-21T00:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T00:40:08.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Check this out</title><content type='html'>You'll like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/image001.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/image001.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/image002.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/image002.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/image003.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/image003.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/image004.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/image004.0.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/image005.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/image005.0.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/image006.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/image006.0.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/image007.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/image007.0.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/image008.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/image008.2.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes you wonder... Doesn't it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115881360840447966?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115881360840447966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115881360840447966' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115881360840447966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115881360840447966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/09/check-this-out.html' title='Check this out'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115802598158600208</id><published>2006-09-11T20:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:53:01.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OHIO Renaissance Festival</title><content type='html'>This past weekend, Cindy and I went to see the 17th Annual Ohio Renaissance Festival in Waynesville, OH. Cindy works for our company but she is based in our corporate office in Minnesota. She will be with us for six weeks. Cindy and I decided to go together to the festival. We had so much fun. The whole festival is set up on a 30 acres land. So, you can imagine that we did lot's of walking that day. But it was so worth it. The fresh air, the green, the people, and the shows were fabulous. Here are some of the pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/86/241048958_469e347006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/86/241048958_469e347006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/91/241058359_e958e0ad6d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/91/241058359_e958e0ad6d.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/89/241048956_cf43aea50e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/89/241048956_cf43aea50e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/82/241039349_e71bb6b2a3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/82/241039349_e71bb6b2a3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/89/241039351_76aec3c7c8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/89/241039351_76aec3c7c8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on my FlickR batch if you want to see more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115802598158600208?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115802598158600208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115802598158600208' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115802598158600208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115802598158600208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/09/ohio-renaissance-festival.html' title='OHIO Renaissance Festival'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115768660294256542</id><published>2006-09-07T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T23:36:43.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Laptop is here!</title><content type='html'>I bought a laptop computer a week ago from Dell. I got home late last night and missed the UPS delivery guy by twenty minutes. I called them and had them hold the package for pick up. I went in today and picked it up. Everything looked okay.&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening,I opened my package and Voila! Here it was just ready to be booted. So far, so good right? Well, things are just beginning. As you probably guessed already. The back of the laptop is broken. I called Dell, but the center where I got my products was closed. I went online and sent them an e-mail. Now, it's just a waiting game. My notebook is working properly though. I just wanted to make sure the breakage is not going to cause any unwanted problems in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115768660294256542?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115768660294256542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115768660294256542' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115768660294256542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115768660294256542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-laptop-is-here.html' title='My Laptop is here!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115764568485863530</id><published>2006-09-07T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:14:45.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Pictures</title><content type='html'>Can your eyes do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/detachedeyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/detachedeyes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well ( coughing*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/funnytree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/funnytree.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I call creative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/cheathusband.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/cheathusband.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please rescue Barbie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/anorexicbarbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/anorexicbarbie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115764568485863530?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115764568485863530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115764568485863530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115764568485863530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115764568485863530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/09/funny-pictures.html' title='Funny Pictures'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115749774148497837</id><published>2006-09-05T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T19:09:01.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Fried Pickles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/pickles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/pickles.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very nice client of ours came in yesterday at the office and sympathize to the fact that we had to work on Labor Day Monday. He said that since we didn't get to enjoy much of the cook outs that were happening. He will bring us fried pickles the next day. He is a cook at an old Irish restaurant that are know for their fried pickles. I am not too fond on pickles but I do eat them occasionally.&lt;br /&gt;So, today he came by and brought us the promised food.They were not as I expected. Specially with the ranch dipping sauce, mmmm, it was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;I ate 3 of them.In conclusion, today was my first time eating deep fried pickles and, I must say, I really enjoyed it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115749774148497837?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115749774148497837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115749774148497837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115749774148497837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115749774148497837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/09/deep-fried-pickles.html' title='Deep Fried Pickles'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115740315235134495</id><published>2006-09-04T16:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T16:56:41.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions:</title><content type='html'>1. What time did you get up this morning? &lt;em&gt;Between 7:20 and 8:20 AM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Diamonds or pearls? &lt;em&gt;Diamonds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What was the last film you saw at the cinema? &lt;em&gt;MI:III&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What is your favorite TV show? &lt;em&gt;Prison Break Hands down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What do you usually have for breakfast? &lt;em&gt;Coffee or Cereal then, Multi-vitamin,Fruits &amp; Vegetables vitamin, Hair, skin &amp; nail vitamins, Omega 3s vitamins (It's all part of the Perfect pack for your health supplements)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What is your middle name? &lt;em&gt;Don't have one&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Favorite Food ? &lt;em&gt;Varies all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What foods do you dislike? &lt;em&gt;Plain noodles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What is your favorite chip flavor? &lt;em&gt;Cheesy and spicy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What kind of car do you drive? &lt;em&gt;Honda- CRV &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Favorite sandwich? &lt;em&gt;Smoked turkey on sweet Italian bread with lettuce, tomatoes, onions, and Honey mustard.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favorite item of clothing? &lt;em&gt;Can't make a girl choose. Sorry :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. If you could go anywhere in the world on vacation, where would you ? &lt;em&gt;Peter Island Resort in the British Virgin Islands.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Person you expect to send it back first? :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Goal you have for yourself? &lt;em&gt;Being successful and live a life of significance.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. When is your birthday? &lt;em&gt;October 13th&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your shoe size? &lt;em&gt;8 (u.s.a) or 38 1/2 (Europe)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Pets: &lt;em&gt;None&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Any new and exciting news you'd like to share with us? &lt;em&gt;Sure! Excited about new beginnings!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What did you want to be when you were little? &lt;em&gt;Flight attendant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. How are you today? &lt;em&gt;Fantastic!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What is your favorite candy? &lt;em&gt;Caramel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What is your favorite flower? &lt;em&gt;Open&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. What is a date on the calendar you are looking forward to? &lt;em&gt;Dec 15 - Dec 17&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115740315235134495?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115740315235134495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115740315235134495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115740315235134495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115740315235134495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/09/questions.html' title='Questions:'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115729763512165089</id><published>2006-09-03T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T12:06:59.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Post A No Secret 09/06</title><content type='html'>Papi, I don't have access to my Publisher so I am improvising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** Post * A * No * Secret ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/library%20card.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/library%20card.0.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt; I pay outrageous overdue fees to continue the use of my Library Card. I take comfort in paying them, knowing the funds go for a good cause.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; __Diamon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would think, I could avoid them by returning the materials checked out on time.&lt;br /&gt;But the operative word here is " I could ".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115729763512165089?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115729763512165089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115729763512165089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115729763512165089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115729763512165089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/09/post-no-secret-0906.html' title='Post A No Secret 09/06'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115714424754456802</id><published>2006-09-01T16:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T16:57:27.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>Humanity cannot forget its dreamers; it cannot let their ideals fade and die; &lt;br /&gt;it knows them as the realities which it shall one day see and know.&lt;br /&gt;     ___James Allen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115714424754456802?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115714424754456802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115714424754456802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115714424754456802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115714424754456802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/09/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115703594738001198</id><published>2006-08-31T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T10:53:45.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AH- AH- CHOO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/stuffy%20head.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/200/stuffy%20head.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time again. Stuffy head, runny nose, congestion,sinus, and the list goes on and on. I am taking everything and anything I can get my hands on. I have been drinking tea with lemon and honey like crazy. Getting ready to gobble some soup and drink some more tea. Ahhh la vie!&lt;br /&gt;This right here is my new Best Friend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/sudafed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/200/sudafed.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115703594738001198?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115703594738001198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115703594738001198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115703594738001198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115703594738001198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/08/ah-ah-choo.html' title='AH- AH- CHOO!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115696953083955065</id><published>2006-08-30T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T16:26:16.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If...</title><content type='html'>If you could "uninvent" one thing in the world so that it would no longer exist, what would you choose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to choose the title of your autobiography, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could destroy a single tape or CD that your mate plays, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could read the private diary of someone you know personally, whose diary would you read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have the phone number of anyone in the world, whose would it be, and what would you say to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could "unknow" one thing you know, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could discover that something you thought was true was actually false, what would you wish it to be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could have anyone in the world say one romantic thing to you, what would it be, and who would utter it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115696953083955065?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115696953083955065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115696953083955065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115696953083955065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115696953083955065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/08/if.html' title='If...'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115687364458131351</id><published>2006-08-29T13:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T13:47:24.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Technology</title><content type='html'>You know you are a goner when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every time you think of something you turn to your computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every time you want to call a local service provider you turn to your computer for the online phone directory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every time you want to check bank account balances, you turn to your computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every time you want to pay your bills, you turn to your computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every time you want any kind of information you turn to your computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every time you feel bored you turn to your computer to chat or browse the web for local events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every time you see something fun, exciting, crazy, unbelievable, weird, out of control, interesting, beautiful; you turn to your computer to blog about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Every time you ........ (Add your own thoughts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog is inspired by not being able to access my home computer for the last 2 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;I am sure you get the idea; it's been hard. But, I am glad to be back online!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115687364458131351?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115687364458131351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115687364458131351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115687364458131351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115687364458131351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/08/technology.html' title='Technology'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115642586070498493</id><published>2006-08-24T09:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T09:24:20.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>Men who have attained things worth having in this world have worked while others ideled, have persevered when others gave up in despair, have practiced early in life the valuable habits of self-denial, industry, and singleness of purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__Grenville Kleiser&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115642586070498493?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115642586070498493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115642586070498493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115642586070498493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115642586070498493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/08/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115628019897891731</id><published>2006-08-22T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T16:56:39.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wendy's Drive-Thru visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/401-drive-thru-open-right-arrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/200/401-drive-thru-open-right-arrow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have couple of laughs at my expense. I went to Wendy's the other day and I just wanted something small since I wasn't too hungry.&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at Jr Bacon Cheese Burger flyers posted on the window. Therefore, when I got to the intercom I told the lady that took my order I wanted a Jr Bacon Cheese Burger and no Bacon. She asked me to repeat my order. I said, " Can I have a Jr Bacon Cheese Burger and hold the Bacon. Please"&lt;br /&gt;I get to the cashier I can see that she was trying to hold a smile. I am thinking to myself " Why is she smiling?" Oh, well I didn't pay to much attention to her. Then, I got to the next window to pick up my food, two other girl came to look at me and smiling. As soon as I drove off, I figured why they were laughing so much.&lt;br /&gt;The reason, well, I ordered a Jr Bacon Cheese Berger then told them to hold the Bacon. While, If I just ordered a Jr Cheese Berger I would have gotten the same thing at a lesser price.&lt;br /&gt;Genius huh?! At least I know what to say next time :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115628019897891731?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115628019897891731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115628019897891731' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115628019897891731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115628019897891731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/08/wendys-drive-thru-visit.html' title='Wendy&apos;s Drive-Thru visit'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115617853832149045</id><published>2006-08-21T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T12:42:18.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To The Norm.</title><content type='html'>Wow, I can't believe that I am at work and feel like I am ready to take on anything. The reason, well, I actually had some rest this weekend. We were short staffed for the past three weeks, and I was handling three people's tasks the entire time. The minimum I worked each week was 55 hours. Moreover, I worked on weekends to try to catch up with less distractions since most business are closed on the weekends. Oh, and in between, my mom and I decided to refurnish the house instead of moving. Therefore, I would leave work and hit the stores to shop for living room furniture, home decor, dining, and kitchen. The house seemed like a wreck this past week. Everything was out of place. I thought just changing the furniture would have been much easier than moving. I was wrong. At least, we only reorganized the downstairs. My home computer is on the floor of my bedroom. I was suppose to go and by a new office desk, but I still didn't get a chance to do so. Therefore, my computer is "Out Of Order" :). We had all the furniture delivered on Thursday and by Friday; we had most the stuff in order. Our home looks so different. Today, I can say that it was easier to replace the furniture instead of moving. Since we didn't move all the house furniture. Next, my mom says that we will redo the bedrooms. I'll say that can wait. In addition, last Friday we filled all the open positions when our VP was here and I feel so relieved. As you can imagine, I just spend most of my weekend recuperating from all these activities. Nevertheless, I am thinking where should I go for my vacations. I have 2 weeks of paid leave that I need to use by November 15th or I will loose the time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115617853832149045?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115617853832149045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115617853832149045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115617853832149045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115617853832149045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/08/back-to-norm.html' title='Back To The Norm.'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115480436525893900</id><published>2006-08-05T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T11:16:58.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Day</title><content type='html'>To make it short, I was at work for almost 12 hours yesterday. Starting a new month is always crazy at the office. A run down of my day:&lt;br /&gt;Got to work at 8:30am, made a coffee mocha at about 10:00am locked myself in my office to meet my deadlines. Took my lunch around 2PM but I didn't get a chance to eat anything at all because I had to do some errands. Got back at work 2:45PM, again locked myself up to finish up. Finely got done at 8PM. Drove home in a hurry parked just to grab something I needed. Left the house after 3 minutes down the road, I make a quick right turn then BAAM! The police was on my tail. I am &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/police.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/police.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thinking: Oh, noooo.I park, and of course they got this blinding light on me. I rolled my eyes and put my hands out just to let him know I was not appreciating the spotlight. Him and his body cop came around both side of my car. The first cop asked me about my license and registration. The other cop was snooping around the back of my car with his flashlight. I wanted be such a "smart a$$" but I held my tongue and just shut my eyes saying unf*ckingbelievable. ( yeah I actually cursed) a girl is allowed that sometimes. Anyways, I get a damn ticket for running the "STOP" sign. I gave him "the are you serious look" still held my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;I knew he could have given me a speeding ticket and seat belt ticket. I never said a word to him. Got my tickets thought about some other improper language. The damn citation will cost me $110 if I pay it by the court date which is set on 8/11/06.&lt;br /&gt;By this time it's a little over 9PM. I finely got to eat around 10:00PM. Took care of other stuff then got home at 12:15am to call it a day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115480436525893900?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115480436525893900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115480436525893900' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115480436525893900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115480436525893900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/08/long-day.html' title='Long Day'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115419575779219912</id><published>2006-07-29T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T13:58:09.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Year Into Blogging!</title><content type='html'>!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/anniversaire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/400/anniversaire.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially completed a full year of blogging! Technically, Thursday July 27,2006 was the official anniversary. But better late than never. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a party! Any ideas?   :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115419575779219912?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115419575779219912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115419575779219912' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115419575779219912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115419575779219912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/07/1-year-into-blogging.html' title='1 Year Into Blogging!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115412507246016792</id><published>2006-07-28T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T18:17:52.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/busy%20woman.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/busy%20woman.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since my last post... But work has been crazy the past few weeks. My personal scheduled just about topped it. Too many things happening at the same times. Fortunately all changes are very good and I am happy about all of them.&lt;br /&gt;Started school a few weeks ago. I am going back to get my degree in business administration. So work, studies, errands,and some more studies it's been my life lately. But I am totally enjoying having productive days each day.&lt;br /&gt;Plus I just got a promotion at work in a management position which is so cool! &lt;br /&gt;I am so prepared for more responsibilities. I am still working out my schedule to include some me time, relax time, and play time. I don't know how I will find time but the saying "where there is a will there is way" comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;With that I hope all of you guys/gals are making the best of this summer! Because I am in a delayed gratification mode. But I hope to catch up with all the fun later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115412507246016792?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115412507246016792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115412507246016792' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115412507246016792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115412507246016792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115245541106420233</id><published>2006-07-09T10:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T10:31:16.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/sleep.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had this unusual dream. See what I am mean:&lt;br /&gt;I was given an assignment to go and launch a new product in Kuwait. With an AD campaign that the company put together. &lt;br /&gt;So, I get to Kuwait and we actually get everything started and things were running smoothly. Until when we were ready to go home the country had a political fall down. &lt;br /&gt;All the traffic was grounded no one allowed in or out. It was scary wanting to go home and not being able to. To make a long dream short &lt;strong&gt;Papillona&lt;/strong&gt; comes and I don't know how she gets things going but she was able to help charter a plan for us to be able to go home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said totally weird. I don't know why I had the dream... But then again it was just a dream!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115245541106420233?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115245541106420233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115245541106420233' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115245541106420233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115245541106420233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/07/weird-dream.html' title='Weird Dream'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115154745050714009</id><published>2006-06-28T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T22:17:30.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hippo and the Tortoise</title><content type='html'>NAIROBI (AFP) - A baby hippopotamus that survived the tsunami waves on the Kenyan coast has formed a strong bond with a giant male century-old tortoise, in an animal facility in the port city of Mombassa, officials said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hippopotamus, nicknamed Owen and weighing about 300 kilograms (650 pounds), was swept down Sabaki River into the Indian Ocean, then forced back to shore when tsunami waves struck the Kenyan coast on December 26, before wildlife rangers rescued him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is incredible. A-less-than-a-year-old hippo has adopted a male tortoise, about a century old, and the tortoise seems to be very happy with being a 'mother'," ecologist Paula Kahumbu, who is in charge of Lafarge Park, told AFP. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"After it was swept and lost its mother, the hippo was traumatized. It had to look for something to be a surrogate mother. Fortunately, it landed on the tortoise and established a strong bond. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The hippo is a young baby, he was left at a very tender age and by nature, hippos are social animals that like to stay with their mothers for four years," he explained. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/55/177396706_23b4c3cc52_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/55/177396706_23b4c3cc52_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/73/177396707_022550a3a2_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/73/177396707_022550a3a2_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The hippo follows the tortoise exactly the way it follows its mother . If somebody approaches the tortoise, the hippo becomes aggressive, as if protecting its biological mother," Kahumbu added. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/65/177396708_296bde23de_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/65/177396708_296bde23de_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/44/177396709_4869c4684d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/44/177396709_4869c4684d_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They swim, eat and sleep together," the ecologist added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a real story that shows our differences don't matter much when we need the comfort of another.  We could all learn a lesson from these two creatures, look beyond our differences and find a way to walk the path together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say Amen to that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115154745050714009?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115154745050714009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115154745050714009' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115154745050714009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115154745050714009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/06/hippo-and-tortoise.html' title='The Hippo and the Tortoise'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115133258321618685</id><published>2006-06-26T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T10:36:23.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/bells-gold.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/bells-gold.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some body please include me on the loop. Because I don't know what's going on everywhere I turn "Bang" a wedding is happening. I have so many wedding invitations I am not sure if my budget can handle all the wedding gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how my social calendar looks/looked like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday 6/22/2006 My cousin wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 6/24/2006 My niece wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday 7/3/2006 My friend wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday 7/4/2006 My ex-boss wedding reception&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday 7/8/2006 Another friend wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just for next week or two. And we are still counting. Now my brother is talking about getting married. My nephew is been hitting also. I am just wondering when everyone will take a break? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh-lala.... Well are you being bombarded with wedding invitations too? &lt;br /&gt;The uncomfortable thing about it is at each wedding everyone is looking around or asking you " So, when is your turn?" My answer ( I just smile ) and ask do you want me to get you something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sigh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115133258321618685?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115133258321618685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115133258321618685' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115133258321618685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115133258321618685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/06/wedding-marathon.html' title='Wedding marathon'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115082377269532218</id><published>2006-06-20T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T13:16:12.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Benz</title><content type='html'>New Benz - No Steering wheel; for Rs. 2.5 crore ONLY.........&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine E-mails this pictures to me tell me, how do you like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/57/171369119_0a96a2fd1f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/57/171369119_0a96a2fd1f_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/53/171373435_b4659eb990_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/53/171373435_b4659eb990_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/76/171369114_2dabce11c7_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/76/171369114_2dabce11c7_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/68/171369115_59bc81531b_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/68/171369115_59bc81531b_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/69/171369117_7992f587ec_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://static.flickr.com/69/171369117_7992f587ec_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life doesn't turn out the way we plan....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115082377269532218?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115082377269532218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115082377269532218' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115082377269532218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115082377269532218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-benz.html' title='New Benz'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115032976551790259</id><published>2006-06-14T19:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T12:31:01.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Drama # 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this morning while having a coffee break with my Boss and another co-worker.&lt;br /&gt;I say to my boss I am going to have to do another PTO forms (personal Time Off). Another because I had requested some time off to go to Buffalo, NY this weekend. I will be there from Thursday thru Monday. Then I got couple of calls and e-mails yesterday about a friends wedding in Baltimore, MD on July 3RD and my EX-Boss who just got married few months back and she is doing her reception on 4TH July.&lt;br /&gt;So I am trying to figure out which one to go to. Then my co-worker jumps at the occasion and says to my Boss (Oh, I will need some time off too. For my Family Reunion). Out of nowhere this discussion turned sour. My Boss and my co-worker couldn't come to an agreement. And both were look at me to tell them who was in the wrong. I look at them both for a little while turned around went in my office started working. My expression (Your figure it out). Thank God a half an hour later they both cooled off and started apologizing to each other. So I come in and start making fun of the whole situation. We all had a good laugh after all the tension dissipated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drama # 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While driving with my mom to take her home, somehow the conversation turned to:&lt;br /&gt;Mom: You got paid today?&lt;br /&gt;Me: uhhhh... Yes (thinking oh oh)&lt;br /&gt;Mom: So what are your plans?&lt;br /&gt;Me: ummn (making faces) Well I have things to take care of.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;Me: like my  Cell phone bill, Cable bill and don't forget I am going to New York tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Mom: Humn, I can't believe you are just wasting so much money on petty stuff. You have to learn to save your money. Anyway I though you were saving up on getting a car? Or you forgot already?&lt;br /&gt;Me: come on, Mom. We are not going to have this conversation. I planned this trip like 3 months ago. I can't just back out now. Plus to have you mind at ease I dint forget about the car. It's going to be my car anyway so why are you stressing?&lt;br /&gt;Mom: &lt;strong&gt;I am your MOTHER it's my ROLE to stress over YOU&lt;/strong&gt; and her regular spiel followed&lt;br /&gt;Me: (I am pretending not to hear. So I don't get myself in any more unwanted topics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drama # 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my post "So embarrassing" on March 5,2005. Well I didn't learn my lesson then. But I can tell you that I definitely learned it today.&lt;br /&gt;On my way home from work. My car started shaking a little. Then it was running really slow. So I am thinking maybe I am not pushing the accelerator. &lt;br /&gt;But as I soon found that. It wasn't the case. I was out of &lt;strong&gt;OIl&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;GAS&lt;/strong&gt;. Well I have a goal card that I placed in front of me which is blocking the instrument panel of my car. So when the lights have been flashing of low oil and low gas. I didn't see warning light . Lucky before my car completely stopped I had made a turn in a public park and called for help. I call this other co-worker that was still at the office and asked him if he could stop by the Park on his way home. I explained the situation when he got to me. Thank God it only took him 2 min to get to me after the whole thing happened. He was already on his home. &lt;br /&gt;Me: (looking at him with the I am sorry eyes)&lt;br /&gt;Him: (shaking his head) and he muttered &lt;em&gt;Chicks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am sorry&lt;br /&gt;A long story short we went to gas station together I bought some gas and 2 quarters of oil with his help. Then I was all set to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115032976551790259?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115032976551790259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115032976551790259' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115032976551790259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115032976551790259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/06/drama-day.html' title='Drama Day'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115014569367437005</id><published>2006-06-12T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T20:41:39.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic Jam and Preposterous Drivers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/Traffic.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/Traffic.0.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wuuusssaaaa!! (rubbing my ears)&lt;br /&gt;Alright, it's 1:45PM and finely got a chance to take my lunch. I decided to go home because I had to take care of something. I get to the 1st light BANG guess what?&lt;br /&gt;Traffic Jam. Since I had a book on the passenger seat I decided to read couple of lines until the traffic starts moving. Anyway I seat there for almost five to six minutes before the the traffic start moving again.(It's summer time so the whole city is under construction)&lt;br /&gt;As I was going by the over pass I could see below that there was another traffic jam in the freeway. So I decided to take the local route instead of the highway. It's usually doesn't take more than 15 minutes to get home. Today it took a little more than that.&lt;br /&gt;Now on my way back things went a lot smoother. Until 3 miles from work then some &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/school%20bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/school%20bus.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driver that was ahead of us probably had time in his/her hand, so she decided to stop and give the school bus access first. I am thinking to myself NOOOO you didn't. She didn't just do that. God damn it why would stop in the middle of the road while you have priority over which person to go 1st to give the school bus access.&lt;br /&gt;I mean how stupid is that? it's not like the school bus was going tobe stuck there for ever. There was not much traffic. I realized that at that moment she/He wasn't in a hurry so automatically assumed that it was cool to do what she/he did.&lt;br /&gt;I only had an hour for my lunch by the time that happened I was going to be back at work at least 5 minutes earlier. But you know with each bus stop and those bad kids taking there sweet time to get off the bus it took forever to get out that road. I ended up being late. Isn't school supposed to be out anyway? I thought the last of school was last week. Am I missing something? Anyway Wuuusssaaaaa! ( rubbing my ears)&lt;br /&gt;Remember the movie Bad Boys II that's where I got the "Wuussaa" from. It does work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115014569367437005?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115014569367437005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115014569367437005' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115014569367437005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115014569367437005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/06/traffic-jam-and-preposterous-drivers.html' title='Traffic Jam and Preposterous Drivers'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-115003991090273168</id><published>2006-06-11T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T12:12:50.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>**Post**A**No**Secret**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; Tagged by Papillona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Once upon a time I declined your friendship...But you never gave up on me. Today I am glad we're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/25/164881483_29fe944758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank  You,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Diamond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-115003991090273168?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/115003991090273168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=115003991090273168' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115003991090273168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/115003991090273168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/06/postanosecret.html' title='**Post**A**No**Secret**'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114995269663929462</id><published>2006-06-10T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T11:21:33.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is in the air</title><content type='html'>===&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/pants.jpg" border="0" /&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so comfortable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114995269663929462?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114995269663929462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114995269663929462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114995269663929462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114995269663929462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-is-in-air.html' title='Love is in the air'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114987506356495919</id><published>2006-06-09T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T13:44:23.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'># 109</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Without conflict &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;there is no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;growth, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;most challenging conflict &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;whithin ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114987506356495919?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114987506356495919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114987506356495919' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114987506356495919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114987506356495919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/06/109.html' title='# 109'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114987486524004749</id><published>2006-06-09T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T13:41:05.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'># 108</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tough, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;even when it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;deosn't have to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114987486524004749?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114987486524004749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114987486524004749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114987486524004749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114987486524004749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/06/108.html' title='# 108'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114977675295452981</id><published>2006-06-08T10:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:25:53.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet November</title><content type='html'>Last night I was flipping thru the channels until I came across this movie. I had forgotten how much I loved it the last time I saw it. I just love it! I am repeating myself by you get where I am coming from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/Sweet%20November%20frt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you are a romantic you definitely need to see this movie. It's very .... Sweet!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I stayed up and watch it til the end. I went to bed around 2:20am this morning. Which was not bad since I didn't have to be at work until 10:00am.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114977675295452981?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114977675295452981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114977675295452981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114977675295452981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114977675295452981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/06/sweet-november.html' title='Sweet November'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114965389947453278</id><published>2006-06-06T23:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T00:18:21.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Junk Food Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/junk%20food.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/junk%20food.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever have one of those day that from the moment you wake up in the morning until in the evening you can't get off your routine.&lt;br /&gt;Well today was Junk Food Day for me. On my way to work I decided to stop at a store to get some fresh bread and  some jelly. And maybe cereal if I found what I liked. I had  10 minutes to spare before my time was up. I walked  in and did  one round and came out with: bread, jelly, cinnamon buns, two cups of chocolate ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;I got to the office and found my colleague had brought glazed donuts. So I get one of the donuts then 1 hour later I am looking in the fridge. Found Pizza leftovers that we had for lunch the day before from Papa Johns. After my tackling some more work I do another round to the fridge and got a popsicle. Then 30 minutes later I had to to the post office then Federal Express so I took another popsicle since it's seemed pretty hot outside.&lt;br /&gt;I get back in and have lots of water. It was really as hot as it seemed outside the office.&lt;br /&gt;Then 2 hours later on my lunch hour I ate Cheeseticks from Papa Johns and the ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;When I got home from work I forced my self not to make any trip to the fridge. I chilled from 6 to 7:30 pm then left the house to go meet up with some friends.&lt;br /&gt;While there I got hungry so I made a stop at the vending machines. And got some Cheetos and a Hershey's chocolate bar. That was around 9:30pm. Thank god I shared it with my friend. So I didn't consume all of it. We were celebrating a friend's achievement so we had a chocolate and vanilla cake with lots of icing. That was  around 10:30 pm. I just got home half an hour ago and  I am staying up a little bit so I can digest all those sweet, fatty food before I go to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy huh? And to think that all day yesterday I only had a bowl of cereal in the morning and couple slice of pizza during lunch that was it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114965389947453278?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114965389947453278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114965389947453278' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114965389947453278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114965389947453278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/06/junk-food-day.html' title='Junk Food Day'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114938847870324177</id><published>2006-06-03T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T22:37:38.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>M / Diamon / now Chocolate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Okay since the weather got a little nicer the past couple of weeks. Well the weather basically got really warm, no correction it got HOT, in the past few days the average temperature has been in the 90's. Which I really don't mind thanks to the guy that invented &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ir &lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;onditioning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my intentions were not talk about the weather but mostly how they are so many people are out and about due to it. Since we had plenty of activities in the city so more chances of being interactive than usual. Plus people are just in a better mood in the summer. (Love is in the air)&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that I can honestly said that in the last weekends I don't know how many times I was referred to as "Chocolate". I know Americans have a tendencies of comparing skin color with food. See why the nation is obese but to get back on the subject.&lt;br /&gt;Every day that I have been out either by myself running some errands or with my nieces the guys that want to talk to me referred to me as "my beautiful chocolate". My cousins are much lighter than I am so for them it's "Caramel" well at least the ones I hang out with.&lt;br /&gt;This is not the first time that someone called me "Chocolate" but it just happened numerous times in a span of few days.&lt;br /&gt;At the post office, the bank, the Asian Festival,at the club, at work, my cousins party on campus, just to name a few places. And all I repeat within two weeks I don't know what's happening but.... I don't know. I feel like a piece of chocolate roaming the street if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright I am done rambling. If you haven't guessed yet, let me let you in on a secret ( I ramble when I am sleepy) So with that said I bid you all good night! I had a long day so I am not going out tonight. You never know though, after I take couple hours of sleep I might feel up to it. The night is still young!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114938847870324177?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114938847870324177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114938847870324177' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114938847870324177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114938847870324177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/06/m-diamon-now-chocolate.html' title='M / Diamon / now Chocolate?'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114909138712307608</id><published>2006-05-31T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T12:59:09.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week End</title><content type='html'>Humn lets see... &lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; Was really busy thought nothing fun in particular. Just running around town doing some errands. Actually I was out visiting several dealership looking for a car.&lt;br /&gt;And was passing thru Broad St later in the day on Saturday when I saw lots of car parked around Franklin Park. Looking closely to the posters I found it was an Asian Festival happening during the weekend. I tried to go but was unable to make it there the same day.&lt;br /&gt;Plus Saturday night I was suppose to a party that the"sisters" had organized but I decided to stay home and take an early night. Needless to say my date was pretty pissed off I stood him out. But oh well a person can only do so much in a day. He understood when I explain my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt; I woke up around 11:00AM went downstairs to see what was cooking in the kitchen. I found my mom fixing brunch. After we said good morning she sent me to go buy some fresh bread. I go there and the store owner was doing a barbecue outside the shop. He gave me a plate and gave me the bread for free to take home. Got home and had some food with my mom. And a friend of hers called to tell me about a car that she found that I might like. So we went and picked her up and drove to the dealer and looked at the car. It was okay not my 1st choice though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;emembered the Asian Festival, called my cousin and her friend to meet me at Franklin Park to attend the festival. It was lot of fun to see so many different things from different countries. There was so much happening that you could possibly seen everything. I regretted not coming the day before. Franklin Park is Hughes so walking from this side to the other end was a job in itself. And they was several activities happening in different areas. Lets not forget the Food Court was inviting. With lots of traditional dishes from several part of Asia.&lt;br /&gt;We went to see the Indian, Japan, Laos, Philippines dances and so many others were scheduled but we moved on to see other things.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at several booths to see the art and learn more about those places. Then we headed back to the Amphitheatre were they had several groups come and perform.&lt;br /&gt;Laid a blanket had our drinks and snacks over and just chilled under the trees enjoying the atmosphere and ambiance.&lt;br /&gt;On closing they had Indian guys come and do the "Panjah" dance if I remember correctly.&lt;br /&gt;At the end they called for audience participation so I vonlunteered to be part of it. Almost more than 60 peoples were included in the dance.&lt;br /&gt;They ended the evening early since it was Sunday which was around 6 or 7PM.&lt;br /&gt;Went directly to my cousins house and had dinner and acted a fool for a while. Then we got ready to go the club . We started the night at a club in the North side called "The Obvious". It was a pleasant evening we got couple of drinks. One was called "Sex on the Beach" (the virgin version) I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;Then my cousin got a call from her friend who was at a different club in Downtown Columbus and said the club was banging over there. So we left and went to Long Street that is the name of the club. When we got there the line was almost a mile long. We decided to skip the line. Which cost $20 bucks per head. It was 6 of us and 2 other friends totaling 8. Can you just imagine, and then another $10 to get in the club. Hopefully it didn't burned a whole in the packet of the guy that paid :/&lt;br /&gt;Like her friend had said the club was on fire full force. I was almost in awe how people dance nowadays. It's more like sex on the dance floor. But what can I say I joined in. Got home around 3:00am and passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday: &lt;/strong&gt;My cousin Aby woke me at 8:30am telling me not to forget about our appointment to get our nails done. So got up after a meek hours of sleep by the time I got ready I heard the bell. So we went got our nails done and on our way back we decided to have a cook out at my house. Called my nieces and few other friends and invited them for the Barbecue. By 4PM in the afternoon we had a full house. We I should say a full back yard. Went and bought some fresh meat, veggies, drinks, got the stereo out playing some music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We just hang out and solved all the worlds problems between 4PM and 9PM.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Since I was wise enough to use paper plates and stuff there was no cleaning needed after everyone left. Finely settle down on the sofa and enjoyed my book for a couple of hours before I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Left out some of the things that happened but you got some of the highlights.&lt;br /&gt;Busy and long weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114909138712307608?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114909138712307608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114909138712307608' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114909138712307608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114909138712307608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/05/week-end.html' title='Week End'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114868561064450811</id><published>2006-05-26T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T19:20:10.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/Memorial%20Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/Memorial%20Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Memorial Day to all.... Thanks to the war Veterans that are responsible for us enjoying beautiful days full of fun, cook outs, family get togethers and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this long weekend these are mostly what we are looking forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/cook%20out.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/mixgrill300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;at the park&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/grill.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dessert and good times.    Hope you guys/gals have fun too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Later  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114868561064450811?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114868561064450811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114868561064450811' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114868561064450811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114868561064450811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114840569293928392</id><published>2006-05-23T13:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T13:34:53.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making the most of your IT department ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I was reading (THE DON) post when I remembered reading something similar from out IT department.  Hope you like it :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1-) When IT says they're coming right over, log out and go for coffee. It's no problem for us to remember 700 network passwords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-) When you call us to have your computer moved, be sure to leave it buried under half a ton of postcards, baby pictures, stuffed animals, dried flowers, bowling trophies and children's art. We don't have a life, and we find it deeply moving to catch a fleeting glimpse of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-) When an IT professional is eating lunch at his desk, walk right in and spill your guts out and expect him to respond immediately. We exist only to serve and are always ready to think about fixing computers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-) When an IT professional is at the water cooler or outside having a smoke, ask him a computer question. The only reason why we drink water or smoke at all is to ferret out all those users who don't have email or a telephone line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-) Send urgent email ALL IN UPPERCASE. The mail server picks it up and flags it as a rush delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-) When you call a helpdesk engineer's direct line rather than the helpdesk number, press 5 to skip the greeting that says he's on holiday for a week, record your message, and wait exactly 24 hours before you send an email straight to the director because no one ever returned your call. You're entitled to common courtesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-) When the photocopier or fax machine doesn't work, call computer support. There's electronics in it, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-) When you're getting a NO DIAL TONE or BUSY SIGNAL message at home, call the helpdesk. We can even fix telephone problems from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-) When something's wrong with your home PC, dump it on a chair in IT. Leave no name, no phone number, and no description of the problem. We love a good mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-) When you have a helpdesk engineer on the phone walking you through changing a setting; read the paper. We don't actually mean for you to DO anything; we just love to hear ourselves talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11-) When the printer still won't print after 20 tries, send the job to all 68 printers in the office. One of them is bound to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12-) If you're taking night classes in computer science, feel free to go around and update the network drivers for yourself and your co-workers. We're grateful for the overtime when we have to stay until 2:30am fixing them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-) When you have an IT person fixing your computer at a quarter to one, eat your lunch in his face. We function better when slightly dizzy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14-) Feel perfectly free to say things like "I don't know nothing about that computer crap". It never bothers us to hear our area of professional expertise referred to as crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-) When something's the matter with your computer, ask your secretary to call the help desk. We enjoy the challenge of having to deal with a third party who doesn't know anything about the problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16-) Don't even think of breaking large print jobs down into smaller chunks. God forbid somebody else might get a chance to squeeze into the queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17-) Your monitor is not your computer damnit!!!!! There is a difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18-) You do not save files on your monitor. When something happens to your monitor and we have to switch it out, don't ask us if you are going to lose any important files. The only thing lost will be our sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19-) Yours is not the most important problem in the world, You'll be able to check your email again in 5 minutes. Emails don't have legs, they won't walk away, and they are very patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-) If your son is a student in computer science, have him come in on the weekends and do his projects on your office computer. We'll be there for you when his illegal copy of Visual Basic 6.0 makes your Access database flip out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21-) When you receive a 30-meg movie file, send it to everyone as a high-priority mail attachment. We've got plenty of disk space and processor capacity on that mail server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are like 18 more "smart a$$" comments from our IT helpers. But with these stuff above can you blame them for complaining?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114840569293928392?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114840569293928392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114840569293928392' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114840569293928392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114840569293928392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/05/making-most-of-your-it-department.html' title='Making the most of your IT department ....'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114823975661946238</id><published>2006-05-21T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:41:11.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Week End: College / Party</title><content type='html'>I wasn't supposed to have much of a weekend this week because I was schedule to work both Saturday and Sunday. All that changed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/51/150575838_485008367c_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/51/150575838_485008367c_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cousin "H" is a member of the "African Youth League" at the OHIO STATE UNIVERSITY, and yesterday was the 16 th annual anniversary since the program has been put to place.&lt;br /&gt;She had invited some of the family to attend. I got off work at 2:00 PM , went to pick up my mom and did some grocery shopping and headed home to get ready because the party was to start at 5:30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left my house at exactly 5:30 PM to go and pick up my cousin who was at the other end of the campus. I get there and found my other cousin and a mutual friend of ours still getting ready. I am rushing so we can leave I didn't want them to be late. Since both of them were going to be part of the Fashion Show.&lt;br /&gt;We finely made it there around 6:10 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Luckily we didn't miss anything because from 5:30 thru 7:00 there were serving food and getting guests seating and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started the show at 7:30PM. First they had the opening... Then three guys performed on &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/45/150575839_8f0a5ceb84_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/45/150575839_8f0a5ceb84_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;stage. After that was the Fashion Show which my cousins were absolutely beautiful in there traditional ensembles. Because it was the African Night they had several students model for different countries in Africa. Men and Women attire.&lt;br /&gt;Then they had people from each part of the continents do a traditional dance. A very respected College professor came in and gave a speech. (which was incredible)&lt;br /&gt;The whole set was so amazing never a doll moment. You know with Africans you can never expect things to run smoothly there is always someone that brings disorder to the plans. I guess that's what make us unique in that sense. Always having fun and acting crazy and spontaneous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end they had a very funny play with a good lesson incorporated. All the students came back out and did a final dance then they cut the cake. I am not very big on sweets but I must say that cake was DELICIOUS! Mmmm. By that times it was passed Midnight. Then they announce that there was an After Party happening at a different location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we are in the parking lot trying to decide if we should go to the after party or not. It was 5 of my cousins, a friend, and moi. By the time we came to an agreement to go the party we had lost one of my cousin. She had snuck out on us and went to see the Divenci Code with her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the party around 1:30 AM the place was packed. And since it was mostly college students so there was lots of alcohol and plenty of beer cans. That didn't really impress us much since none of us drink anyways. But we really did have fun at the party. Danced and danced and danced and just had plenty of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing was the whole afternoon my cousins were asking me if I was drunk or something because I was acting up. But you know, I had decided that I was going to forget "proper" or "class" or anything else. Plus I had a very strong natural HIGH and was enjoying it. The great thing was the fact that they were having as much fun with me acting silly by the stuffs I was saying or doing. Which worked out perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't get home until 4:00 AM and when we left; the party was still going strong. God I was so tired plus I had to go work the next morning. So, I hurried up and made it in my bed by 4:15.&lt;br /&gt;It was the most amazing feeling in the world. (sigh) Yeahh I kissed my pillow and passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to decide what to do with Sunday night since I am off Monday .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114823975661946238?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114823975661946238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114823975661946238' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114823975661946238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114823975661946238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/05/week-end-college-party.html' title='Week End: College / Party'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114813547268848005</id><published>2006-05-20T10:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T10:31:14.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HOME</title><content type='html'>Music by Michael Buble:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0JLTBo9pkFo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0JLTBo9pkFo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************And here are the lyrics***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another summer day&lt;br /&gt;Has come and gone away&lt;br /&gt;In Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel alone&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’ve been keeping all the letters that I wrote to you&lt;br /&gt;Each one a line or two&lt;br /&gt;“I’m fine baby, how are you?”&lt;br /&gt;Well I would send them but I know that it’s just not enough&lt;br /&gt;My words were cold and flat&lt;br /&gt;And you deserve more than that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another aeroplane&lt;br /&gt;Another sunny place&lt;br /&gt;I’m lucky I know&lt;br /&gt;But I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm, I’ve got to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’m just too far from where you are&lt;br /&gt;I wanna come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I feel just like I’m living someone else’s life&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I just stepped outside&lt;br /&gt;When everything was going right&lt;br /&gt;And I know just why you could not&lt;br /&gt;Come along with me&lt;br /&gt;That this is not your dream&lt;br /&gt;But you always believed in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another winter day has come&lt;br /&gt;And gone away&lt;br /&gt;In even Paris and Rome&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;A million people I&lt;br /&gt;Still feel alone&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me go home&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I miss you, you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had my run&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I’m done&lt;br /&gt;I gotta go home&lt;br /&gt;Let me go home&lt;br /&gt;It will all be all right&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be home tonight&lt;br /&gt;I’m coming back home&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114805703380222575</id><published>2006-05-19T10:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:41:52.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>People and Personalities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The titles for the four Behavioral Styles of Hippocrates and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dr. William Marston's D.I.S.C. method are compared in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;list below. Gordon MacFARLANEadded "Primary Desire"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;to make it easier to understand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;400 BC **********1920 Dr. Marston**********Gordon MacFARLANE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hippocrates ____&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personality type ______&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primary Desire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;choleric &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;' DOMINANT &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;-------------&lt;/span&gt;Power&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sanguine &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;------------&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;' INFLUENCING &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;Recognition&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Phlegmatic &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;----------&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;' SUPPORTIVE &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;-----------&lt;/span&gt;Harmony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Melancholy &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;---------&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;' CAUTIOUS &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;--------------&lt;/span&gt;Perfection &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Principle: &lt;/strong&gt;Understand we are all different with a purpose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The goal and intent of providing this information is not determine which&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;personality type is right or wrong or who is better or worse, good or bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's just to point out quite simply that we are all different. We should never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;stop making effort to climb to a higher level of understanding,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so we can get along better with others, accomplish more and enjoy life to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the fullest. Knowledge is power!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;For some of you that haven't figured it out yet. I am reading another &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;book&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and found this very interesting and thought to share it with you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;want to get all the details you will have to read the book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;reading the 1st chapter of the book I found that my Dominant &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;Behavior is 'S'.&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'S' Type personality-Supportive / Reserved and People- Oriented&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Color Blue: Blue means peaceful, harmonious like the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some key words to describe the strength of this personality: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;upportive, &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;teady, &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;entimental&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;weet, &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ecure, &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;table,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;hy, &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;elf-sacrificing and &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;tatus quo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Other strengths: Loyal, Very Patient, Easygoing, Polite, Meek, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Reserved, Appreciative, Reliable, Not pushy, Trustworthy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Observant, Nice, Conservative, Diplomatic, Humorous, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quiet, Calm, Good finishers,Good listeners,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Hate conflicts, Hate confrontation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;'S&lt;/strong&gt;'s&lt;strong&gt;' &lt;/strong&gt;type are labeled as steady, because they are so even tempered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and reliable. They have a warm heart and love being at home with one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;or two close friends sipping cocoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They don't handle pressure well at all and prefer things to stay routine &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with no changes in their pattern.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'S&lt;/strong&gt;'s&lt;strong&gt;' &lt;/strong&gt;feel secure when things are running smoothly. They will easily adapt &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to any situation and fit in for fear of being noticed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They will avoid being put in the spotlight and would much prefer working&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;behind the scenes in a supporting role.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;'S' &lt;/strong&gt;personality will have difficut time saying &lt;em&gt;no,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and they will struggle against being forceful with someone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They are excellent team players even though they are naturally&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;passive and shy. This style will enjoy having fun with people as long as&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the fun isn't centered around them. They are quiet, back-seat dweller &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and will do nothing to purposely oppose you. They want you to like them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They really don't want to ruffle any feathers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'S&lt;/strong&gt;'s&lt;strong&gt;' &lt;/strong&gt;are great at keeping secrets, forever if need be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;'S' &lt;/strong&gt;is the most loyal of friends and will want to serve the people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;closest to them and meet their needs. They are trustworthy, dependable &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and model listeners.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They bring comfort and stability to relationships, because they have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a relaxed and easygoing demeanor. They are also predictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some weakness you need to be aware of: S&lt;/strong&gt;tubborn, &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;elfish, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;tingy, &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ucker, Indecisive, Fearful, Lazy, Too patient, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;People pleasers (afraid to say no), Overcautious, Timid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Easily taken advantage of, Not good initiators, Not risk takers, Too dependent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'S' &lt;/strong&gt;people are so practical and indecisive that they may miss out on excellent&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;opportunities. They often appear to have a lack of initiative. They much prefer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;to take things slowly and even stick with the status quo rather than&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;consider another alternative. This all stems from not really liking change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They are resistant to change and can be quite stubborn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If there is a chance of failure, &lt;strong&gt;'S' &lt;/strong&gt;individuals would prefer to do nothing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'S&lt;/strong&gt;'s&lt;strong&gt;' &lt;/strong&gt;are caring and cooperative people. They are softhearted. They will work &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;with people and go the extra mile when others won't. They will sacrifice their &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;own needs for others even at a loss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They need to toughen up and learn to say &lt;em&gt;no &lt;/em&gt;sometimes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'S' &lt;/strong&gt;types can hold grudge by keeping something that bothers them deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; inside and harbor long-term resentment. They prefer to say nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; for fear of hurting the person who may have hurt them 1st. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They are very uncomfortable with confrontation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our steady &lt;strong&gt;'S' &lt;/strong&gt;individuals - Making their mark....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'S' &lt;/strong&gt;type people make excellent secretaries, nurses an technicians, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;because they are very people-oriented. They're good personal friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They make good accountants, bankers and business administrators.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;They make great counselors. &lt;strong&gt;'S&lt;/strong&gt;'s&lt;strong&gt;' &lt;/strong&gt;enjoy helping others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Approximately 35% of the population shares this profile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I hope you enjoyed this discovery as I did. That is if you fall under&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the 'S' categorie. And if not you propably have a friend that falls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;under the categorie.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You will be able to understand them better and where they are c&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oming from when you deal with them."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps: next post will be { To help increase influence as an 'S' type}.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The name of the book is Become A Person Of Influence by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; Gordon A. MacFARLANE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Just a reminder , while each of us has a dominant style, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we are a blend of all four styles. The individual letters are&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meant to be objective and descriptive rather than subjective&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and judgmental."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114805703380222575?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114805703380222575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114805703380222575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114805703380222575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114805703380222575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/05/people-and-personalities.html' title='People and Personalities'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114772556288677554</id><published>2006-05-15T16:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:05:50.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I still can't get used to it</title><content type='html'>This past weekend my cousin Aby and I went to the mall to see what were the options we had for our money. I have been building up my "Angel Rewards" with Victoria Secret for the past months. They sent me my credit amount that I had with them. As I was going thru my purse and found the amount was going to expire on May 15th if I didn't use it.&lt;br /&gt;So naturally I stopped at VS and the thing that I am still not comfortable with is... Get this:&lt;br /&gt;lady: How can I help you?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I was trying to find the latest garments you have.&lt;br /&gt;lady: Okay I can help you with that. Do you know your bra size?&lt;br /&gt;Me: uhhh last time I was here we took measurements.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/fitting_room_demonstration2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/fitting_room_demonstration2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think it's (...)&lt;br /&gt;lady: Well don't worry, if you would just come back here I would take them again.&lt;br /&gt;Me: it's really not necessary I know it's (...)&lt;br /&gt;lady: okay I will give these 3 size just try on and see what fits best.&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes, that will work. Thank you&lt;br /&gt;She gets me in the fitting room area and assign me a room&lt;br /&gt;So I am in there fumbling with the garments.&lt;br /&gt;The lady knock and knock&lt;br /&gt;Me: yes&lt;br /&gt;lady: Would like me to take a look at and give you a second opinion?&lt;br /&gt;Me: uhh, sure. Come in&lt;br /&gt;She walks in and talking to me about this and that. And I am like glancing sideways (wishing the room will increase in size). It was great that she told me tips on how to keep my garments nice and the proper ways to take care of them. I just wasn't into talking in the fitting room with a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;It's the part that I really can't let myself be comfortable with. I have done it numerous times but it just doesn't let.&lt;br /&gt;Every time a tailor or anybody try to take my measurements I get that awkward feeling. I can't wait for it to be over and done with. Plus there usually just keep talking to you like it's normal. Well I guess it's normal but you know what I mean. Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;It's like at the dentist office, the Dr has got something in your mouth and talking to you.&lt;br /&gt;Or the gynecologist (whew) that's a different storie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/200/fitting%20room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about you? What makes you uncomfortable ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114772556288677554?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114772556288677554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114772556288677554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114772556288677554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114772556288677554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-still-cant-get-used-to-it.html' title='I still can&apos;t get used to it'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114745463274848360</id><published>2006-05-12T13:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T10:41:39.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Song Cry by Jay-Z (MY JAM)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YFixrVAqWkk" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jay-Z Song Cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy it too :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114745463274848360?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114745463274848360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114745463274848360' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114745463274848360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114745463274848360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/05/song-cry-by-jay-z-my-jam.html' title='Song Cry by Jay-Z (MY JAM)'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114739221863803322</id><published>2006-05-11T19:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T20:09:59.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Nichol' - Vini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/3NTGrZ8AzJ2ZG7Nz" width="425" height="334" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114739221863803322?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114739221863803322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114739221863803322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114739221863803322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114739221863803322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/05/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114712543231337720</id><published>2006-05-08T17:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T00:23:05.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE DOESN'T CONSIDER AGE!</title><content type='html'>I don't know if many you heard of this story but I thought that it was .... interesting. See if you could make sense of it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/weird_couple_malaisien.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/weird_couple_malaisien.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;INSOLITE - L’AMOUR N’A PAS D’ÂGE : Un jeune malaisien de 33 ans épouse une dame de… 104 ans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;KUALA LUMPUR - Un Malaisien de 33 ans a épousé une femme âgée de 104 ans, assurant qu’il ne l’avait pas fait pour l’argent. La « jeune » mariée a pour sa part dit espérer que la liaison « dure longtemps ». « Cela pourrait sembler étrange à ceux qui ne nous comprennent pas, mais j’ai trouvé la paix depuis que nous nous sommes mariés il y a deux mois », a raconté l’heureux époux, Muhammad Noor Che Musa, au journal Harian Metro. Le quotidien affichait mardi des photos du marié et de sa nouvelle épouse, Wook Kundor, le visage ridé, souriant. M. Muhammad, qui était un pensionnaire de Mme Wook, a raconté qu’il avait d’abord été pris de pitié face à la solitude de la vieille dame mais que, au fil du temps, ses sentiments s’étaient mués en amour. C’est la « volonté de Dieu », s’il est tombé amoureux d’une femme de 71 ans son aînée, a-t-il assuré. « Je sais que la société est cynique, mais je ne l’ai pas épousée pour son argent. Elle est pauvre... Son seul bien, ce sont ses importantes connaissances religieuses. Grâce à elle, je peux approfondir mes connaissances dans ce domaine », explique M. Muhammad. « J’espère que ce mariage va durer », a de son côté lancé Mme Wook. « Je demande aux gens de voir dans notre mariage un signe positif car, nous n’avons rien fait qui soit interdit par Dieu », a-t-elle ajouté.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auteur: AFP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't looked around for the English version, but I am sure if you google it you will find the story.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114712543231337720?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114712543231337720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114712543231337720' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114712543231337720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114712543231337720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-doesnt-consider-age.html' title='LOVE DOESN&apos;T CONSIDER AGE!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114704045662591143</id><published>2006-05-07T17:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T18:20:56.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie Weekend</title><content type='html'>My friend and I went to see Mission Impossible III last night. It's a really good action movie which means guys would love it. I wasn't disapointed but at the same time I kind of expected more that what I saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/MI3_Logo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/MI3_Logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here is the Crew of the Mission Impossible Force:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/MI3%20agents.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last weekend I saw Scary Movie 4 I wasn't too impress with it. It's a kind of movie that you go to pass some time and get couple of good laughs while you are at it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/sc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I guess that was the whole point of them making the movie.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What did you think of them?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114704045662591143?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114704045662591143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114704045662591143' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114704045662591143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114704045662591143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/05/movie-weekend.html' title='Movie Weekend'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114669406074939495</id><published>2006-05-03T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:09:02.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing April !</title><content type='html'>This past month has been very exciting for me. I have done lots of things that I had always wanted to do but for some reason or another I never got around to do it.&lt;br /&gt;So, I decided to get out my comfort zone and really reorganize my schedule to fit more activities. I call April’s month “The Month Of 1st” Because I have done so many things for the 1st time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my 1st live Hockey Game at the Nationwide Arena&lt;br /&gt;I cursed over the phone while my boss was with a client. (That wasn’t on my list to do)&lt;br /&gt;I saw the Columbus Palace Theatre&lt;br /&gt;I went to my 1st Broadway show&lt;br /&gt;I went for a walk at the Hoover Dam (I have lived in Columbus for 6 years and just now got a &lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/53/139930694_bea901b43d_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/53/139930694_bea901b43d_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chance to do that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I colored my Hair RED (That wasn’t on the list either)&lt;br /&gt;I played my 1st tennis match (I have played numerous times since)&lt;br /&gt;I am taking KARATE lessons (Be careful you might get knocked out) heyaaaah :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/45/139962432_14efd75098_o.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/45/139962432_14efd75098_o.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went on a date with different people 4 weeks in a row. (That was interesting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/52/139964597_0c1b286215_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/52/139964597_0c1b286215_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humn what else? (Thinking) Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;I got a bike so I will be doing lots of Bike Riding&lt;br /&gt;I have visited 6 different to get a feel of which one I like the best.&lt;br /&gt;This are some the things I can think of right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been busy, don’t you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what have you done for the 1st time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/56/139930695_75d6492f90_o.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/46/139930693_fcfac9e890_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114669406074939495?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114669406074939495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114669406074939495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114669406074939495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114669406074939495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/05/amazing-april.html' title='Amazing April !'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114617949783757046</id><published>2006-04-27T18:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T19:11:37.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it Cute?</title><content type='html'>On my home this aftertoon I heard two girls shouting: "I Can See The Whole World From Here"&lt;br /&gt;I was smiling at the innocence of the statement. Why do we loose it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/48/136111308_e4979dfba3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/48/136111308_e4979dfba3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I took the picture I made them climb back down and go to the playground. As you know they argued there case but gave up in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114617949783757046?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114617949783757046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114617949783757046' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114617949783757046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114617949783757046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/04/isnt-it-cute.html' title='Isn&apos;t it Cute?'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114610188946604463</id><published>2006-04-26T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T21:39:40.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From Post Secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/53/135660887_ab96145ece_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/53/135660887_ab96145ece_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/53/135660887_ab96145ece_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/53/135660887_ab96145ece_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/53/135660887_ab96145ece.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's more like 7 years later for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you have the same experience?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114610188946604463?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114610188946604463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114610188946604463' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114610188946604463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114610188946604463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/04/from-post-secret.html' title='From Post Secret'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114598471536351218</id><published>2006-04-25T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T13:05:15.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So not me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/56/134867991_d756b161ff_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/56/134867991_d756b161ff_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend my cousin Aby got me into breading my hair and adding some colors.&lt;br /&gt;This is totally not me. I do color my hair sometimes but never bright bright colors. After my hairdresser got done and gave me the mirror. I went "Holly sh*et, this is a no no".&lt;br /&gt;I can't leave like this. What were you guys thinking? This is soooo not cool. My cousin is saying to me "really it's nice, I like it" I say yeah " you like it. This is you, not me"&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is the type of person that always has something Jazzy in her hair. I am freaking out, like " I can't go to work like this". After a long discussion between the 3 of us. I decided I will just thought it out for 2 weeks and I am changing it back. My hairdresser just called me to check and see If I want to come back so we could something different.&lt;br /&gt;I told my cousin I am never going to take anymore suggestion from her when it comes to my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tel me what do you think???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114598471536351218?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114598471536351218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114598471536351218' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114598471536351218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114598471536351218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-not-me.html' title='So not me'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114583094119778161</id><published>2006-04-23T18:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-23T22:13:45.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing the show RENT live on Broadway!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/Rent2_844066_TH_5z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/Rent2_844066_TH_5z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had a nice surprise. I was out with a friend and he wouldn't tell me where we were going. He kept saying it's a surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/rent1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/rent1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a 15 min drive we were in the middle of downtown Columbus.&lt;br /&gt;We parked and then started walking back toward Broad Street. Finely he says I sure hope you like it because I just now got worry if it's something you would be interested in.&lt;br /&gt;I asked what is it? He said I am taking you to see a Musical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we went to see the show RENT Live on Broadway at the Columbus Palace Theatre. The room was packed. All the seats were sold out.&lt;br /&gt;The show was supposed to start at 9:00 pm but it didn't because they were so many people and it took time to seat everybody according to the tickets and seating chart. We got to seat in one the boxes in the theatre which was really cool. Only 6 other people share it with us.&lt;br /&gt;ACT ONE started at 9:20 pm and was a little over an hour long. Everything was so amazing. I was so in the play that I could feel all the emotions that the cast were playing.&lt;br /&gt;They took a break for a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Then ACT TWO began around 10:40 PM and lasted until 11:30 PM &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/rent_castrecording.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/rent_castrecording.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting out there proved more difficult. Because there were 2800 people that came to see the show and we were parked on the 2nd floor, I guess I shouldn't complain since the parking garage had 8 floors.&lt;br /&gt;From there we went to the Nationwide District Arena to get a late dinner but we missed the last call by 2 minutes. So we ended up going to Applebee's instead.&lt;br /&gt;It was really nice. I got home around 2:00 in the morning and was "Texting" (can I say that?) my Cousin till I feel asleep. Funny thing is the last SMS I got was around 3 AM but I answered it this morning at 8:00 when I rolled around then went back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/PalaceThtre_OH_41030_5z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/PalaceThtre_OH_41030_5z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The picture on the side is the actual Theatre. It's suppose to be over 100 years old. After the show I was wondering how many people have sat in the very spot I sat in. And what kind persons were they?&lt;br /&gt;You can't see the boxes where we sat in because they are mid height and on the side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114583094119778161?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114583094119778161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114583094119778161' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114583094119778161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114583094119778161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/04/seeing-show-rent-live-on-broadway.html' title='Seeing the show RENT live on Broadway!'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114567137506987044</id><published>2006-04-21T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T22:02:55.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed Me Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/dumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/dumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just don't get it...&lt;br /&gt;I had a call last Sunday from a guy that I know really well. I wasn't able to talk to him when he called so I let it go thru my voice mail. Finely today after work I came home and decided to call him and see what's up.&lt;br /&gt;I dialed and a girl picked up his cell phone. I said Hi and if I can please speak to "A". She asks who I was to be asking for him. I told her my name and say that I was returning "A's" call. So she is investigating asking me all different questions. So I said to her ( look, I don't know what's going but "A" called me last Sunday and I was returning his call. Okay?)&lt;br /&gt;She pauses and then say hold on. So when "A" comes to the phone I automatically started talking in French because for some reason I had a feeling that the girl was eavedropping.&lt;br /&gt;I was saying (sorry) to "A" for this to have happen. When he said (Who is this? )&lt;br /&gt;I told him (hey it's me. What's up?) He acted like he didn't know me.&lt;br /&gt;Now I have this uncertainties in my voice like (I think I am calling the right number here.) I ask him again (Am I talking to "A"?) he said yes. Like I suspected the girl starts asking me If I could speak in English and say the reason why I was calling . He owns a store, so when the girl said have you bought DVD from him before I said yes. I played it off to help him. So I said "A" again sorry I missed your call last Sunday that is why I was calling. Did you get some new stuff in that you wanted me to check out? Still the guy is playing like he doesn't know me. By now I am so pissed off, because I just lied for him. I never bought any DVD's from him I just said it to put it off the spot.&lt;br /&gt;And the crazy thing is nothing is going on between us. So I don't know why he was freaking out saying he didn't know me. When all he had to say was I am a friend of his or a client. I mean how stupid can this guy be? I think that he has gotten himself in more trouble playing like he didn't know me instead of just saying that he was calling to say hello and see how I was doing and that's it since we are all from the same country or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;So now they both asking me questions. I said to both of them (Hey hey, I called you back because I got a call from you since you have a memory problem then lets' just drop it . As a matter a fact I never called you back. You don't know me and I don't know you)&lt;br /&gt;So the girl asks me (are you really going to forget about this?) I said : of course. Why not?&lt;br /&gt;And I hang up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts are how can someone be that Stupid. I was so mad at him. Because he turned a very innocent situation into something shady.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114567137506987044?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114567137506987044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114567137506987044' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114567137506987044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114567137506987044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/04/pissed-me-off.html' title='Pissed Me Off'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114554622348025459</id><published>2006-04-20T11:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T11:17:03.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Things to Do at a Drive-Thru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/laugh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/200/laugh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Drive through the drive-thru in reverse and let your passenger order.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ask the price of almost everything on the menu and then order something that you didn't ask the price for.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell the employee that your window is broken. Order and then pay with your door open. When the food comes, roll down the window and snatch your order from their hands.&lt;br /&gt;4. Go to McDonald's and demand a big breakfast at 11:30 at night. Put up a fight.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pay for a large order in pennies and nickels.&lt;br /&gt;6. Order in another language. Be careful what neighborhood you're in.&lt;br /&gt;7. When asked if they can take your order, tell them you are just window-shopping and drive on.&lt;br /&gt;8. Laugh sadistically when asked if you would like ketchup.&lt;br /&gt;9. Ask the cashier how they fit into that little box.&lt;br /&gt;10. If they make you wait, make them wait when they come back on.&lt;br /&gt;11. Demand to speak to the manager. When they come on, complain that you did not like the way the employee said, "May I take your order?"&lt;br /&gt;12. When asked if they can take your order say, "Why, can I take yours?"&lt;br /&gt;13. If they ask you to wait, order anyway and keep doing it till they yell at you.&lt;br /&gt;14. Pretend your car has broken down. Ask for assistance moving it. When they come out, drive away.&lt;br /&gt;15. Tell them you have to use the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;16. Order a cup of water and two napkins. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;17. Don't order when they come on. Just sit there. If a line forms behind you, get out of the car and cause a scene.&lt;br /&gt;18. When they hand you your food, hand them a bag with all the trash from your car in it.&lt;br /&gt;19. Just stare at them when you pay and get your food. Don't break your stare.&lt;br /&gt;20. Honk your horn the whole way through the line.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114554622348025459?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114554622348025459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114554622348025459' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114554622348025459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114554622348025459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/04/fun-things-to-do-at-drive-thru.html' title='Fun Things to Do at a Drive-Thru'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114541822516276735</id><published>2006-04-18T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T23:43:45.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So embarrassing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/bonde%20moment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/bonde%20moment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on a file that has been overdue since 3/1/2006. Because I can't get the right data to submitted it. So I finely had a break thru today when I got a hold of the person that was suppose to give me the right information.&lt;br /&gt;I am in a phone with him and he wants the ID# so he can supply me the data. And today of all days the file happened to be in the next room. I asked him if he could hold for just a second for me to go and grab the file. He said no problem go right ahead. So I run grab the file and come back and pick up the line and guess what? The line is dead. I am freaking out like Nooooo why?&lt;br /&gt;Now I am just pushing all the line that are red on the phone just make sure I didn't make a mistake. I grab line 3 and my boss was on the phone. This is how it went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my boss:&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, "M" this line is taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Nooo. What? Are u sure? Sh*et. Got damn it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my boss&lt;/strong&gt;:"M" I am on the phone here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, sorry. Are you with someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my boss:&lt;/strong&gt; Yesss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; sh*et. Oops am sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my boss:&lt;/strong&gt; it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; Are you really with someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my boss:&lt;/strong&gt; Yeahhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; I am very sorry. I apologize to whomever is on the other line. I had someone on hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my boss:&lt;/strong&gt; bye"M"&lt;br /&gt;I just had to sit down and take few deep breath. Then the phone rang. The guy called me back. He said we got disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;I think I had a&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt; blonde moment&lt;/span&gt;. I never curse at the office. I don't curse much period. I don't even sound right cursing because I don't do it very often.&lt;br /&gt;I am just glad that my boss didn't hold it against me. She was laughing at me so hard that I got so hot because I was so embarrassed. I kept repeating (leave me alone; I was trying to finish with this file)&lt;br /&gt;She said I am just glad that I wasn't on the phone with someone important. I said "Amen to that".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I keep singing Bad Day by Daniel Powter. Gosh I hate days like this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is cool though. The file is officially completed and done with it. Don't have to worry about it until next year. Amen!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114541822516276735?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114541822516276735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114541822516276735' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114541822516276735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114541822516276735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-embarrassing.html' title='So embarrassing'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114523350617510339</id><published>2006-04-16T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T20:25:06.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jilted At The Altar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/wedding%20band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/wedding%20band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I was driving by City Hall and saw the saddest thing. The bride or suppose to be bride was crying in front of the steps. She was surrounded by friends and family I guess. And there was groups of people standing shaking there heads and just looking sad in front of the building.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened since I had just stopped there because of the red traffic light. Me and my mom were wondering what must have happened. Because even from the street you could really tell something was really wrong. Things didn't go as planned. I didn't see the groom maybe he was in the building or he wasn't there at all. I don't know ... But for some reason I can't help but wonder.&lt;br /&gt;I know that I will never know. Still I can't seem to forget about it. I just imagine all the possibilities...&lt;br /&gt;I hope that everything worked out for the best. And that they both find happiness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114523350617510339?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114523350617510339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114523350617510339' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114523350617510339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114523350617510339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/04/jilted-at-altar.html' title='Jilted At The Altar?'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114507740124672756</id><published>2006-04-15T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T13:30:00.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT??????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/funny.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Have you guys heard this song? "the Ding Dong Song by Gunther &amp;amp; the Sunshine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going over the Top 100 videos on Yahoo. I selected James Blunt (you're beautiful) video to watch again then right at the blue that Ding Dong Song came after.&lt;br /&gt;I literally froze looking at the screen. The question in my hand was: Someone published this album? I mean really? Is this for real?&lt;br /&gt;It's like a bad case of I don't know what. Please watch the video and tell me what that was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I just don't know what in the world were they thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I am dying laughing... The lyrics are just BRILLIANT :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And I believe the video was made this year. Look at the stuff that they are wearing. It's like welcome to the 80's.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Okay I am going to stop just watch the video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114507740124672756?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114507740124672756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114507740124672756' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114507740124672756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114507740124672756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/04/what.html' title='WHAT??????'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114503737533742207</id><published>2006-04-14T12:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T14:01:36.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Live Hockey Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/CBJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/CBJ.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday after our Weekly staff meeting. Our Regional Manager announce that she had 6 extra tickets for a Hockey game that was happening in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;The game was between Columbus Blue Jackets Vs The Blues of St Louis. The setting was at Nationwide Arena Sky Terrace, and we were at the Party Level. We all met around 6:30PM since game time was at 7PM. I think I haven't had this much fun since two weeks ago when I was in Richmond VA. It was just incredible, Just imagine a bunch of girls let loose in a place where most of the drinks are free and so much food around. Actually they had a set up of Hors d' oevres, which were so delicious (mmm) I can still taste the food. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/nationwide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/nationwide.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the game in Downtown Columbus parking was a bit$h but since we decided to only take one car it wasn't so bad. We had to walk at least a mile to get to the arena. I am not even counting the stairs. But the view was so rewarding. We actually got a chance to find new places to hang out. ( I will not mention that our feet was bothering us) you can guess "high Heels" what is it with women and High heels? I think we like to torture ourselves... Anyways, the CBJ's won the game so I think we were the lucky Charms :) Score was 4-1.&lt;br /&gt;We had a chance to squeeze in couple poses in between all the fun we were having. We actually forgot that we brought a camera with us. I will post some of the pics when I get home tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that went to the game last night is going (A'ye) with every step . We all happy with the good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's all good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say the best part is to see the "Cute guys Fight"... The 1st time I saw the fight I was going "Oh my God they are fighting . Is that allowed?" Sharon said Yeahhh all the time. They can get penalty but they fight all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: No alcohol for me. Every drink I had was virgin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/photo-right.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114503737533742207?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114503737533742207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114503737533742207' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114503737533742207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114503737533742207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-1st-live-hockey-game.html' title='My 1st Live Hockey Game'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114487012393034811</id><published>2006-04-12T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T15:39:54.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting...</title><content type='html'>I was reading &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Marks blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  and found that Cleveland, OH ranks 59th amoung World cities for quality of Life.&lt;br /&gt;Since I only live about an 1 hr and half to 2 hrs; I am wondering should I move or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was very suprised with the list... I didn't expect to see some of the countries and cities that were listed. But it was a good suprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to his post &lt;a href="http://www.248am.com/mark/interesting/kuwait-ranks-134th-among-world-cities-for-quality-of-life/"&gt;http://www.248am.com/mark/interesting/kuwait-ranks-134th-among-world-cities-for-quality-of-life/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114487012393034811?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114487012393034811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114487012393034811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114487012393034811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114487012393034811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/04/interesting.html' title='Interesting...'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114478265290674272</id><published>2006-04-11T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T15:11:07.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So Spring is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/flowers-waterlilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/flowers-waterlilly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing different this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you looking forward to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing to live a healthier lifestyle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost the end of the 1st quarter of the year, have you checked on your New Year resolutions ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are your joys of the moment?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114478265290674272?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114478265290674272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114478265290674272' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114478265290674272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114478265290674272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/04/so-spring-is-here.html' title='So Spring is here'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114442301304951783</id><published>2006-04-07T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T11:16:58.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thoughts</title><content type='html'>I came across this paragraph last night while reading. It made so much sense to me that I decided to keep repeating to myself until it is engraved in my memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here it goes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I have found it of enormous value when I can permit myself to understand the other person. The way in which I have worded this statement may seem strange to you. Is it necessary to permit oneself to understand another? I think it is. Our first reaction to most of the statements (which we hear from other people) is an evaluation or judgment, rather than an understanding of it. When someone expresses some feeling, attitude or belief, our tendency is almost immediately to feel "that's right," or "that's stupid," "that's abnormal," that's unreasonable," "that's incorrect," "that's not nice." Very rarely do we permit ourselves to understand precisely what the meaning of the statement is to the other person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;by &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Carl Rogers&lt;/span&gt; wrote in his book On &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Becoming a Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is worth thinking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114442301304951783?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114442301304951783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114442301304951783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114442301304951783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114442301304951783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/04/food-for-thoughts.html' title='Food for thoughts'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114376907595141585</id><published>2006-03-30T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T20:37:55.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was one of those days that you have millions thing happening at once.&lt;br /&gt;Work was crazy at the office this morning. After our weekly staff meeting I didn’t even get a chance to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 7:49PM and the only thing I had all day is a cup of coffee around 10:30am and a banana at 2:00Pm.&lt;br /&gt;On my way home I get a call from little baby nieces' Day Care Center that she was sick and I was listed as an Emergency Contact. Detoured to pick her up then I cancelled my 7:15Pm appointment. Then my Mom called me to ask if I could pass by the bank and get some money to do some groceries shopping since I was leaving this evening for Richmond, VA. She was going to be home alone this weekend and she didn’t want to leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I packed most of my stuff last night which was the reason I didn’t go to bed until 2am just wake up at 7am surely not enough sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Missed my appointment with the hairdresser, now I have to wash my own hair and style it. ( so so so wrong) because I don’t have the time. And I certainly don’t want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Any ways I think I am going to finish my rambling to my travel mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my niece is fine. I guess she was just a little home sick. She is here with my mom watching TV together. Waiting for her mom who will be by the pick her up at 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catch you all later :) I Hope you guys have or had a better day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114376907595141585?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114376907595141585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114376907595141585' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114376907595141585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114376907595141585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/03/hectic-day.html' title='Hectic Day'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114365075556779731</id><published>2006-03-29T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T11:45:57.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/symbols.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/symbols.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;They sat facing each other for about 5 hours between a group of friends at a night out. Every once in a while there eyes would meet. And by meeting, actually really looking into each others eyes trying to figure out what was going on thru the other persons head.&lt;br /&gt;Then the group discussion would divert them from those moments. They joined the topic listening to whoever was talking at the time till when they both turn at the same time facing each other again. And just look and smile or hurry up and look away. Then to look back and watch each other when the other person was not looking just to be caught staring. This went on the entire time they were together just to leave without saying a word to each other about the whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;Confused and just trying to make out what was that all about? They met again and both avoided looking at the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114365075556779731?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114365075556779731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114365075556779731' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114365075556779731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114365075556779731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/03/they-sat-facing-each-other-for-about-5.html' title=''/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114349661884710001</id><published>2006-03-27T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T13:59:41.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My visit to the Optometrist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/Eye%20chart.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/Eye%20chart.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday I was looking thru a magnifying glass and found that I was having Double vision. So I thought maybe it's just the Machine that I was using. Then I asked my mom to look thru it and she said that she was seeing everything fine. That nothing was out of the normal.&lt;br /&gt;I started freaking out, like what do you mean you don't have double vision like me. It can't be... My vision is good I don't have any problems with my sight.&lt;br /&gt;I tried and tried and tried again but I was still having double or unfocused vision. I booked an appointment today to go and see the Eye Doctor.&lt;br /&gt;I was there for about an 1hour and 30min. The doctor did several tests and said everything was perfect. This were here actually word " Miss ... Your vision is PERFECT! Lots of people would want to have you eye sight. Everything is just fine :))"&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh!! Thank you. I hope I won't have the same problem again.&lt;br /&gt;Doc: You shouldn't but if for some reason you have any other issue come and see me :)&lt;br /&gt;Me: (smiling) Thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;Doc: Great, Becky will check you out and you don't have to see me in probably next 2 years to have a routine exam!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Thanks again Suzanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just glad that everything is okay. I really thought I was going to have some problems. Because my Dad wears glasses so does my sister and my older brother. I thought I was joining the league. But thank God I don't have to yet! Yeahhhhhhhhh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114349661884710001?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114349661884710001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114349661884710001' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114349661884710001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114349661884710001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-visit-to-optometrist.html' title='My visit to the Optometrist'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114340546215348897</id><published>2006-03-26T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T15:37:42.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Languages</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/h2&gt;My primary love language is probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Quality Time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a secondary love language being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Physical Touch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Complete set of results&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table border="'0'" cellpadding="'0'" cellspacing="'0'"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Quality Time: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;10&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Physical Touch: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;7&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Words of Affirmation: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Acts of Service: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Receiving Gifts: &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="'20'"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Information&lt;/h2&gt; Unhappiness in relationships, according to Dr. Gary Chapman, is often due to the fact that we speak different love languages. Sometimes we don't understand our partner's requirements, or even our own. We all have a "love tank" that needs to be filled in order for us to express love to others, but there are different means by which our tank can be filled, and there are different ways that we can express love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="'http://www.youthnetsouthampton.org.uk/breakout/lovelanguages.php'" target="'_blank'"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114340546215348897?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114340546215348897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114340546215348897' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114340546215348897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114340546215348897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-languages.html' title='Love Languages'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114340213795682573</id><published>2006-03-26T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:56:21.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of my Favorite Artits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/Celine%20Dion%202.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/Celine%20Dion%202.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Artist: Celine Dion&lt;br /&gt;Album: A New Day Has Come&lt;br /&gt;Title: A New Day Has Come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new day, oh..oh..&lt;br /&gt;A new day, oh..oh..&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;For a miracle to come&lt;br /&gt;Everyone told me to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Hold on and don't shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the darkness and good times&lt;br /&gt;I knew I'd make it through&lt;br /&gt;And the world thought I had it all&lt;br /&gt;But I was waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a light in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's almost blinding me&lt;br /&gt;I can't believeI've been touched by an angel with love&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain come down and wash away my tears&lt;br /&gt;Let it fill my soul and drown my fears&lt;br /&gt;Let it shatter the walls for a new sun&lt;br /&gt;A new day has... come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where it was dark now there's light&lt;br /&gt;Where there was pain now there's joy&lt;br /&gt;Where there was weakness, I found my strength&lt;br /&gt;All in the eyes of a boy&lt;br /&gt;Hush, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a light in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Oh, it's almost blinding me&lt;br /&gt;I can't believeI've been touched by an angel with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain come down and wash away my tears&lt;br /&gt;Let it fill my soul and drown my fears&lt;br /&gt;Let it shatter the walls for a new sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new day has...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain come down and wash away my tears&lt;br /&gt;Let it fill my soul and drown my fears&lt;br /&gt;Let it shatter the walls for a new sun&lt;br /&gt;A new day has... come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh&lt;br /&gt;Hush, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a light in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;All in the eyes of the boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believeI've been touched by an angel with love&lt;br /&gt;I can't believeI've been touched by an angel with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush, now&lt;br /&gt;(Ahh..ahh...&lt;br /&gt;A new day...&lt;br /&gt;Ahh..Ahh..)&lt;br /&gt;Hush, now&lt;br /&gt;(Ahh..Ahh..&lt;br /&gt;A new day...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114340213795682573?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114340213795682573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114340213795682573' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114340213795682573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114340213795682573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-of-my-favorite-artits.html' title='One of my Favorite Artits'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114322451897552467</id><published>2006-03-24T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T13:21:58.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You might like this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/Stupid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/Stupid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure and cancel your credit cards before you die. This is so priceless, and so easy to see happening, customer service being what it is today.&lt;br /&gt;A lady died this past January, and Citibank billed her for February and March for their annual service charges on her credit card, and then added late fees and interest on the monthly charge. The balance had been $0.00, now it is somewhere around $60.00!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A family member placed a call to Citibank:&lt;br /&gt;"Family Member: "I am calling to tell you that she died in January.&lt;br /&gt;"Bank:"The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply.&lt;br /&gt;"Family Member: "Maybe, you should turn it over to collections.&lt;br /&gt;"Bank: "Since it is two months past due, it already has been.&lt;br /&gt;"Family Member: So, what will they do when they find out she is dead?&lt;br /&gt;"Bank: "Either report her account to the frauds division or report her to the credit bureau, maybe both!&lt;br /&gt;"Family Member: "Do you think God will be mad at her?&lt;br /&gt;"Bank: "Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;"Family Member: "Did you just get what I was telling you - the part about her being dead?&lt;br /&gt;"Bank: "Sir, you'll have to speak to my supervisor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Supervisor gets on the phone:"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Member: "I'm calling to tell you, she died in January.&lt;br /&gt;"Bank: "The account was never closed and the late fees and charges still apply.&lt;br /&gt;"Family Member: "You mean you want to collect from her estate?&lt;br /&gt;"Bank: (Stammer) "Are you her lawyer?&lt;br /&gt;"Family Member: "No, I'm her great nephew." (Lawyer info given)&lt;br /&gt;Bank: "Could you fax us a certificate of death?&lt;br /&gt;"Family Member: "Sure." (fax number is given)After they get the fax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bank: "Our system just isn't set-up for death. I don't know what more Ican do to help.&lt;br /&gt;"Family Member: "Well, if you figure it out, great! If not, you could just keep billing her. I don't think she will care.&lt;br /&gt;"Bank: "Well, the late fees and charges do still apply.&lt;br /&gt;"Family Member: "Would you like her new billing address?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bank: "That might help.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Family Member: "Odessa &lt;strong&gt;Memorial Cemetery&lt;/strong&gt;, Highway 129, Plot Number 69."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not surprise me at all :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114322451897552467?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114322451897552467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114322451897552467' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114322451897552467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114322451897552467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-might-like-this.html' title='You might like this'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114308501373976212</id><published>2006-03-22T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T22:36:53.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Asking for Prayers</title><content type='html'>Yesterday a dear friend asked me to pray for a mutual friend that was in a car accident this past Sunday. He just told me that the guy was in an Hospital and that he was recovering. I tried to get more information from him but he wouldn't tell me. He just told me to wait until he gets more details on his conditions and his whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;I was concerned but I didn't press the issue since he wouldn't elaborate. For some reason I decided to call a friend of mine that I haven't spoken to in a long while. And he told me about the same friend that I was told about last night.&lt;br /&gt;He told me that on his way from Columbus to Cincinnati last Sunday he was involved in an car accident. The thing that I didn't know was that he broke his back and his neck. I am so scared it's not even real. I just can't imagine him being in that condition. What makes it worst for me to imagine is that I was just with him Tuesday night last week. And we talked and was laughing and just had fun. Then today he laying somewhere in a hospital bed. I don't even know if he is conscious of what is going on around him. I just want to cry and cry and cry; but I keep telling myself that he is going to be okay. He is going to be OKAY. I just feel hopeless and I don't know what I can do for him to be better. I keep seeing him in my mind teasing me last Tuesday while he was complimenting me on a speech I gave. And his smile was so sincere I felt so good about myself.&lt;br /&gt;I can't imagine what his wife and kids might be going thru at this time. For some reason I can't reach any of his close relatives on the phone so I can go and see him.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that I spoke to only have his personal cell number. Which he is not picking up because I am sure he is not in a state to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So I am asking whoever that reads this blog to send your prayer to (Bocar N.) and may he feel better soon. He was in surgery for 8 hours yesterday and he is scheduled for some more surgery this week. Please guys/gals including him in you prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114308501373976212?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114308501373976212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114308501373976212' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114308501373976212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114308501373976212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/03/asking-for-prayers.html' title='Asking for Prayers'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114295676221521088</id><published>2006-03-21T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T10:59:22.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'>To Love or Settle for being Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/lost%20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/lost%20girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked me what do you think I should do? Because she said, I am really confused. I don't want to make a mistake but I don't know if I want to pay the price of loosing being loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started about 5 years ago. At the age of 17 all her family members were pressuring her about coming up to age of marriage. They told her of course we want to you to finish your education and so forth. We just want to make sure that your future is secured. That now was the time to choose from several offers so called "suitors". That it was shameful for a girl that was close to her 20's and still not betrothed. Since they kept telling her that they will not choose her fiance for her, that the choice was hers on who she wants to marry. She declined all offers of marriage. After a year her family realized that she was serious about not wanting to be married so soon. So they gave her an ultimatum which conditions she didn't share. So she cried and cried and cried but it seemed that her tears were shed in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Finely her mom and dad both choose each a candidate for her to be affianced with.&lt;br /&gt;Of course mamma's choice won over dad's. But she was not a happy camper. Every time her fiance came to take her out for them to get to know each other. She would tell him that she really didn't want to marry him. And that she was only her fiance because she didn't have a choice in the matter. Hoping that by telling him that would make him back off. On this occasion also her efforts were wasted. Because her fiance would not believed that to be the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now 5 years have passed and she has finely worked the strength to leave and face the consequences with her family. At least today she says that she has support from her mom and sisters that if she is not happy with him then it best maybe that they should part before they are children in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;But that's the tricky part. Because her husband will not give her the divorce that she has been asking for. It's been 2 years since they had separated and 1 year since her demand of a divorce. He keeps telling her that he needs some more time for him to let go. That he is willing to fight for they have.&lt;br /&gt;And the crazy part in all this is that she really knows that her husband loves her very much. She has absolutely no doubt about that. But she also feels that it's not fair for him to give when she knows that she can't give back. Nowadays every conversation that they have over the phone ends in an argument.&lt;br /&gt;And he is playing on her insecurities telling her that she will have regrets if she succeeds on having her divorce.&lt;br /&gt;And that was one of her greatest fears. To be put in the same situation that her husband is in right now. Because she keeps telling me : If I ever found love and the person that I love didn't want me. Or if they treated me badly. Will it be worth loosing being Loved and cherished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I said to her : your guess is as good as mine. Because I don't know what I would have done if I was in your position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sighing heavily) Life -why does it have to be so difficult????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114295676221521088?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114295676221521088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114295676221521088' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114295676221521088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114295676221521088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/03/to-love-or-settle-for-being-loved.html' title='To Love or Settle for being Loved'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114264072306533467</id><published>2006-03-17T19:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T19:13:24.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Men and Women the battle continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Applying for a Job at the CIA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, there was an opening with the CIA for an assassin. These highly classified positions are hard to fill, and there's a lot of testing and background checks involved before you can even be considered for the position. After sending some applicants through the background checks, training and testing, they narrowed the possible choices down to two men and a woman, but only one position was available.&lt;br /&gt;The day came for the final test to see which peson would get the extremely secretive job. The CIA men administering the test took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow our instructions whatever the circumstances," they explained. "Inside this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her." The man looked horrified and said, "You can't be serious! I could never shoot my wife!" "Well," said the CIA man, "you're definitely not the right man for this job then."&lt;br /&gt;So they brought the second man to the same door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances," they explained to the second man. "Inside you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her." The second man looked a bit shocked, but nevertheless took the gun and went in the room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes; then the door opened. The man came out of the room with tears in his eyes. "I tried to shoot her; I just couldn't pull the trigger and shoot my wife. I guess I'm not the right man for the job."&lt;br /&gt;"No," the CIA man replied, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."&lt;br /&gt;Now they only had the woman left to test. They led her to the same door to the same room and handed her the same gun. "We must be sure that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances; this is your final test. Inside you will find your husband sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill him." The woman took the gun and opened the door. Before the door even closed all the way, the CIA men heard the gun start firing, one shot after another for 13 shots. Then all hell broke loose in the room. They heard screaming, rashing, and banging on the walls. This went on for several minutes; then all went quiet.&lt;br /&gt;The door opened slowly, and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, "You guys didn't tell me the gun was loaded with blanks. I had to beat the son of a bitch to death with the chair!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I Like Your Thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A teacher asks her class, ''If there are 5 birds sitting on a fence and you shoot one of them, how many will be left?'' She calls on little Johnny.&lt;br /&gt;''None, they all fly away with the first gunshot.''&lt;br /&gt;The teacher replies, ''The correct answer is 4, but I like your thinking.'' Then Little Johnny says, ''I have a question for YOU. There are three women sitting on a bench having ice cream. One is delicately licking the sides of the triple scoop of ice cream. The second is gobbling down the top and sucking the cone. The third is biting off the top of the ice cream. Which one is married?''&lt;br /&gt;The teacher, blushing a great deal, replies, ''Well I suppose the one that's gobbled down the top and sucked the cone.''&lt;br /&gt;''The correct answer is the one with the wedding ring on...but I like your thinking.''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114264072306533467?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114264072306533467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114264072306533467' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114264072306533467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114264072306533467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/03/men-and-women-battle-continues.html' title='Men and Women the battle continues'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14395715.post-114158548497333559</id><published>2006-03-05T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T14:04:45.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So embarrassing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/1600/girl%20embarrassed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2729/1301/320/girl%20embarrassed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I finely got a chance to take my car to the shop for an oil change. When I got there the guy asked me if I had at least an hour to wait for it to be done. And my reply was " that is about all the time I have to get it done. Just an hour, please do not let it go over I have to be somewhere. He says no problem not over 1hour just sign here and wait in the room. He was really cool.&lt;br /&gt;So I sat in the waiting area . There was only guys in the room, so before I started reading my book, I said hello and some small talk and then that was it; they carried on with whatever conversation they were having.&lt;br /&gt;After 20 minutes the Tech comes in the room and said "Miss, your almost didn't have any oil in you car. We only had about 2 oz taken out. That is not good miss. When was the last time you had the oil changed?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Uhhh, I can't remember.( have a very sad face) and the Tech says " well you are suppose to do it every 3000 miles or 3 months whichever comes 1st"&lt;br /&gt;Me: I know, I know it's just that that uhhhh I don't know. The Tech goes " this is bad"&lt;br /&gt;Me: I am sorry? I just didn't have time that's all. Then he said well just make sure to keep track this time. I am saying this because this is very bad for your car. Me "thank you very much. I will pay attention this time"&lt;br /&gt;After he left, I looked around every body was staring at me. I go: I know I am suppose to get the oil changed. But I just lost track of time. Every body started giving me advice on how I should really be careful not to do it again. That I may get stranded on a deserted road without help. I just listened and said thank you.&lt;br /&gt;But Gosh, I was so embarrassed its not even funny. I was thinking on what they might think of me. You know, that I probably don't have the common sense how to take care of my car. Which they are probably right judging by this incident.&lt;br /&gt;Any ways I couldn't not wait to get out there. While lounging today I remembered the whole thing, and just started laughing. I really wanted to choke that Tech though for making me feel stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I know that I deserved it. So....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14395715-114158548497333559?l=diamons.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/feeds/114158548497333559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14395715&amp;postID=114158548497333559' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114158548497333559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14395715/posts/default/114158548497333559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diamons.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-embarrassing.html' title='So embarrassing'/><author><name>***Diamon***</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10276636751094382436</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://static.flickr.com/49/135672746_ffe5f193d7_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
