<?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-2745050541240357643</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:13:56.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Lifetime</title><subtitle type='html'>There is soo much more in life than what the eyes can see. Im not sure if you can fully understand without the willingness to learn. I dedicate this blog to all of the unknowns and the things in my life that deserve meaning. Whether it being culture, science, or everyday randomness; I am now on the path of definition. Furthermore I dedicate this blog to the fact that we shouldnt have to wait for the next lifetime...Time is of the essence. I know what I know &amp;amp;&amp;amp; i write what I see.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745050541240357643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elise.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07472794775928330160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/Sdlj78TOtqI/AAAAAAAAAqw/XZPxUrkuzdA/S220/111.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745050541240357643.post-7134525348354854871</id><published>2009-05-21T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T15:51:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>murder.</title><content type='html'>thats all to it. B is definitely killin the game. i usually dont do this but I had to pay my respects to the killah B. lawd have mercy... look at her chain lol. it only makes sense..shes from the H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/ShWtuiXh3wI/AAAAAAAAA1I/UXzq3vwrcRI/s1600-h/b+chain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338363948328673026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/ShWtuiXh3wI/AAAAAAAAA1I/UXzq3vwrcRI/s400/b+chain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is her new video for ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="374" width="448"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/nwfaHHf31j5BBKpx"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/nwfaHHf31j5BBKpx" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw in july..i think the 14th she will be releasing yet ANOTHER album with a dvd included. This will also include the remix to ego with yeezy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Danielle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745050541240357643-7134525348354854871?l=pickyoafro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/feeds/7134525348354854871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/2009/05/murder.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745050541240357643/posts/default/7134525348354854871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745050541240357643/posts/default/7134525348354854871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/2009/05/murder.html' title='murder.'/><author><name>Elise.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07472794775928330160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/Sdlj78TOtqI/AAAAAAAAAqw/XZPxUrkuzdA/S220/111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/ShWtuiXh3wI/AAAAAAAAA1I/UXzq3vwrcRI/s72-c/b+chain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745050541240357643.post-1451921454853744019</id><published>2009-05-19T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:52:39.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>return of the ankh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/ShNh4lLqZzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/IXK3sjCM1Vs/s1600-h/erykahb.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337717608045766450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/ShNh4lLqZzI/AAAAAAAAAyw/IXK3sjCM1Vs/s400/erykahb.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; oh em gee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;so mad at myself for saying that...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im sure you can tell by now but i think im obsessed with erykah badu. ive been listening to her since mama's gun (thats all my parents would play in the hulk-our supersized green van w/ no ac or working radio). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to tell you the truth her story, her lifestyle, and her music have to be my biggest inspiration. (as far as my writing goes) Idk man i just love her vibe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway if you havent heard already she is releasing the second part to her "Amerykah" series in the fall. I am super excited. Since I missed her in Houston AND in Austin, I guess I owe her this much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is also about to go on another tour so if you are interested in finding tour dates....well heck i dont know where to tell u to go. im looking myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;until then ill just keep listening to baduizm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;danielle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745050541240357643-1451921454853744019?l=pickyoafro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/feeds/1451921454853744019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/2009/05/return-of-ankh.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745050541240357643.post-2098182656768446512</id><published>2009-05-19T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:42:07.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>girl, u better do that.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh13dmnSaRV7h2vIvU"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh13dmnSaRV7h2vIvU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&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/2745050541240357643-2098182656768446512?l=pickyoafro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/feeds/2098182656768446512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/2009/05/girl-u-better-do-that.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745050541240357643/posts/default/2098182656768446512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745050541240357643/posts/default/2098182656768446512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/2009/05/girl-u-better-do-that.html' title='girl, u better do that.'/><author><name>Elise.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07472794775928330160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/Sdlj78TOtqI/AAAAAAAAAqw/XZPxUrkuzdA/S220/111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745050541240357643.post-1560707465664098333</id><published>2009-05-19T16:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:35:34.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate cops.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhPT50J0Y6aRUK8zMR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhPT50J0Y6aRUK8zMR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&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/2745050541240357643-1560707465664098333?l=pickyoafro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/feeds/1560707465664098333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-cops.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745050541240357643/posts/default/1560707465664098333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745050541240357643/posts/default/1560707465664098333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-hate-cops.html' title='i hate cops.'/><author><name>Elise.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07472794775928330160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/Sdlj78TOtqI/AAAAAAAAAqw/XZPxUrkuzdA/S220/111.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745050541240357643.post-7801150469668920080</id><published>2009-05-19T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T16:07:02.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whats his and hers..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/ShM7iXYbNoI/AAAAAAAAAyo/hPqyhx1xraY/s1600-h/him+and+her.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337675444942222978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/ShM7iXYbNoI/AAAAAAAAAyo/hPqyhx1xraY/s400/him+and+her.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;its been a while, but I am back and better than ever. Ive been spending a lot of time looking at my compatibility charts with other astrological signs. if you haven't done it before...try it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I am a Gemini (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;btw&lt;/span&gt; my birthday is coming up sooner than you think) and proud of it. to be honest its actually kind of scary..you have to do a lot of searching to find the chart that really goes into detail. all i can say is whew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;anyway considering that i don't have many followers on this blog ill use it as my safe zone (if u will). its a lot of stuff that i like to write about but i am held back by thoughts of judgement. hopefully you enjoy this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inspired by: the story of a girl and a guy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she never gave a damn. never gave a damn about what anyone else thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;well at least that's what she would tell herself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;most people will claim that you cant change fate or even adjust your emotions for that matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she was proof that it was a lie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;far from average, she thought with her mind rather than with her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;after a long line of mishaps she had finally met her match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;he was well established and furthermore she was already familiar with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;completely aware of his past she ignored his circumstance; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;so she engaged in what was called "friendship"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;before indulging in something you must always be familiar with all it entails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; care; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;to her this was merely another test of her capabilities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but then the unexplainable kicked in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she knew she liked him the moment she saw him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;she knew she loved him the moment she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; forget him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;but still that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; matter because she "knew" better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no degree, no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;license&lt;/span&gt;, no amount of praise from her peers could amount to that feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;it just made matters worse that she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; have him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her mind took the place of her heart and desires became decisions.&lt;br /&gt;the line which could have been crossed turned into a circle that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wouldn't&lt;/span&gt; go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lost and hurt by the lack of possibilities the girl began to rebel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;instincts tell us to fight. fight for whats right or even more whats rightfully our own; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;who's to determine that possession? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;the story goes on as well as the feelings of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;disappointment&lt;/span&gt; and shame. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;just an example of a situation where there is no one to blame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Danielle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;r.i.p Bernie mac. [watching his show]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745050541240357643-7801150469668920080?l=pickyoafro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/feeds/7801150469668920080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-his-and-hers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745050541240357643/posts/default/7801150469668920080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745050541240357643/posts/default/7801150469668920080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-his-and-hers.html' title='whats his and hers..'/><author><name>Elise.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07472794775928330160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/Sdlj78TOtqI/AAAAAAAAAqw/XZPxUrkuzdA/S220/111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/ShM7iXYbNoI/AAAAAAAAAyo/hPqyhx1xraY/s72-c/him+and+her.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745050541240357643.post-8588326616683951103</id><published>2009-01-11T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:37:30.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>12.12.2012.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/SWqQv2_ZaSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7CmW5l360fc/s1600-h/2012_believers_list.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290199864189741346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/SWqQv2_ZaSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7CmW5l360fc/s320/2012_believers_list.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sorry to laugh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok so before I get started last night I was bored out of my mind. once again. so i went into our guest room and started looking for books in the bookshelf. anywhoo...i started finding all of my old childhood diaries. They were hilarious and almost made me cry. (i miss my innocence) lol anywhoo i came across an entry that was the last labor day of our past century. I was talking about how all of the computer programmers said that the computers would blow up and how houses were basically going to self-destuct and we all would be dead. Lol i had a very active imagination. this was 99. i was in the 4th or 5th grade. lol the topic was: y2k. lol then i did another entry on new years day..disappointed because nothing had happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess you can call this my new diary because I cant seem to get away from blogspot. If you havent already heard WE (you me the chick behind you and everyone else) are supposed to d i e December 12, 2012. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BEFORE I GET STARTED I DONT BELIEVE THIS ISSHH AND IT BOTHERS ME HOW PEOPLE SEEM TO DISENGAGE THEMSELVES FROM THEIR BELIEFS FOR MYTHS LIKE THIS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now i dont know much about it..the first i heard was a few days ago when kb told me...BUT supposedly prophets from around the world all envisioned this day as being DOOMS DAY. Mainly by the mayans. im not here to give a history lesson so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;for more information: &lt;a href="http://www.december212012.com/"&gt;http://www.december212012.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway i dont see the point in indulging in this type of thing. Not to say that i dont think it is possible because i do. Ive been reading a book lately entitled The purpose of life....and in it i have realized the point that living FOR god is our sole purpose. anywhoo i am far from religious..blame that on my parents...so i dont even want to TRY and preach. my point is that if we believe in god and everything he can do why would you even begin to think that he would TELL you when the end is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont know if this makes sense or is coming out right. i have so much on my mind but idk. tell me what u think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;danielle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745050541240357643-8588326616683951103?l=pickyoafro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/feeds/8588326616683951103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/2009/01/12122012.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745050541240357643/posts/default/8588326616683951103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745050541240357643/posts/default/8588326616683951103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/2009/01/12122012.html' title='12.12.2012.'/><author><name>Elise.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07472794775928330160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/Sdlj78TOtqI/AAAAAAAAAqw/XZPxUrkuzdA/S220/111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/SWqQv2_ZaSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/7CmW5l360fc/s72-c/2012_believers_list.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745050541240357643.post-8540492408961421746</id><published>2008-12-30T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T17:41:51.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On &amp;&amp; On....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/SVrNscP4WvI/AAAAAAAAALc/yHiiJwQst6I/s1600-h/VALENTINES+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285763276053437170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/SVrNscP4WvI/AAAAAAAAALc/yHiiJwQst6I/s320/VALENTINES+023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cant believe I'm actually going to write this. this topic is normally accustomed to the pages of my diary. (lol journal if it makes you feel more comfortable) Im bored and pretty much at the point where I could care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this probably has nothing to do with what I am about to write but curiosity prevails. I once heard that wondering leads to actions and actions determine who you are. That would mean that a kid that wondered what would happen if they stole a piece of chewing gum from the corner store, then did it would then be labeled as a thief.&lt;br /&gt;I think placing labels on things totally disrupts the world. I might have danced before but I'm not a dancer. Life is not defined by the thoughts you had, nor by the labels society place on us; more so by the actions and experiences that we encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;many people wonder why i keep my relationships private or why I dont have them.&lt;br /&gt;i feel like that is the one aspect of my life that doesnt need to be wanted by popular demand.&lt;br /&gt;i was raised to be independent in all aspects. From my thinking to my lifestyle; its hard for me to even want others to do for me. I honestly think Im bi-polar. everyone is familiar with the cliche' its not you, its me; but with me that is always the case. Ive tried to break my habits and get out of my stubborn ways but it never seems to work. I always come out looking like the bad guy so I have vowed not to even waste my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think one day the right person will be able to break down these walls that covet my true feelings but I know that I have to be willing. One of my ultimate favorite songs is &lt;em&gt;India Arie's I am Ready For Love. &lt;/em&gt;Sometimes I wish I were the one singing it instead of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...i am ready for love. why are you hiding from me. I'd quickly give my freedom to be held in your captivity. ..lately ive been thinking maybe youre not ready for me. maybe you think i need to learn maturity....i will be patient kind faithful and true to a man who loves music...a man who loves art..respects the spirit world and thinks with his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but at the end of the day it all comes back to me. Im not really ready.&lt;br /&gt;Its crazy. I get angry when I get too much attention but attracted when I dont get any. I think one of my main problems is that I always settle for less and take what is available. I run away all the good ones and stick with the bad until they piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labeled as cold-hearted, or mean. That completely isnt fair. Should I be faulted because I dont have the same outlook as you?&lt;br /&gt;I hate Valentines day and PDA is gross...Titles are pointless because they add on seriousness. I have come to think that keeping things simple, with room to roam makes "it" more fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;above is a pic from last Valentines. spent with my friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;idk. im just venting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Danielle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745050541240357643-8540492408961421746?l=pickyoafro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/feeds/8540492408961421746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-believe-im-actually-going-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745050541240357643/posts/default/8540492408961421746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745050541240357643/posts/default/8540492408961421746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-believe-im-actually-going-to.html' title='On &amp;&amp; On....'/><author><name>Elise.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07472794775928330160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/Sdlj78TOtqI/AAAAAAAAAqw/XZPxUrkuzdA/S220/111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/SVrNscP4WvI/AAAAAAAAALc/yHiiJwQst6I/s72-c/VALENTINES+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745050541240357643.post-4048855422800611843</id><published>2008-12-29T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T21:47:36.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Fruit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/SVmtngmC4PI/AAAAAAAAAIc/IWjDq21xmkY/s1600-h/STL+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285446531971997938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/SVmtngmC4PI/AAAAAAAAAIc/IWjDq21xmkY/s320/STL+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Growing up we learned of many historical events which were supposed to not only teach us about our history but also give us a sense of appreciation for our culture. As a child I did not realize how it could possibly be vital to my everyday life. If I knew then what I know now I wouldn't have to work so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child, I remember going on trips to St.Louis and seeing my family dress in traditional Afri&lt;em&gt;k&lt;/em&gt;an clothing. In the midst of my naivety I thought they were out of their minds merely because I knew we weren't African; I use that loosely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt weird and wouldn't really worship when we went to church being that I was the odd ball in normal clothes. Its crazy because the past few times we have went out there I would get mad if we didn't go. Hehe thats my grandma. I just love the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285440586201835442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/SVmoNa3-J7I/AAAAAAAAAIM/iO0lYJOQY1k/s320/STL+115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I guess the reason I am writing all of this is because I have a new found interest in my culture. I love learning new things and this is something I'd like to dedicate majority of my time to. Most of the women in my family got the same tattoo which is the Ankh. No I do not believe tattooing the symbols of this culture will indite me into it but I believe it will give me an everyday reminder of what I am striving for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ankh is a West African [Adinkra] symbol which represents life. My family uses it to represent 'family'. Above you will see it in the middle of Africa on the sign of my family's church. The loop at the top is believed to represent the female. The pole at the bottom is believed to represent the male. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; together they make life. Whether you see it as a symbol of life, family, or Ra (the god of sun) it is believed to be a very powerful symbol and I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big part of my families beliefs is that once you learn something, or are given something, you should then pass it on. Similar to the movie Pay&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/SVmtVA-HOQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UWmLBfYpHP8/s1600-h/sank2_lg.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285446214245366018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/SVmtVA-HOQI/AAAAAAAAAIU/UWmLBfYpHP8/s320/sank2_lg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it Forward. This ideal is represented by the Sankofa bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure you all have seen the next one.&lt;br /&gt;GYE NYAME. I have no earthly idea how you pronounce it but in literal terms it means "except for god." Many people get this tattoo with the words "..only god can judge me," beneath it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/SVmuA17hdGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/v0D9q7L5Xjs/s1600-h/gyen_lg.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285446967195956322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/SVmuA17hdGI/AAAAAAAAAIk/v0D9q7L5Xjs/s320/gyen_lg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now im not trying to lecture you on the African culture because I wouldnt even know where to start; I found interest in this and I wanted to put it out there in case anyone else did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more symbols type West African Adinkra Symbols into Google or Yahoo and you will get a list along with meanings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Danielle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745050541240357643-4048855422800611843?l=pickyoafro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/feeds/4048855422800611843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/2008/12/strange-fruit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745050541240357643/posts/default/4048855422800611843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745050541240357643/posts/default/4048855422800611843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pickyoafro.blogspot.com/2008/12/strange-fruit.html' title='Strange Fruit...'/><author><name>Elise.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07472794775928330160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='23' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/Sdlj78TOtqI/AAAAAAAAAqw/XZPxUrkuzdA/S220/111.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dJijJm7WYtQ/SVmtngmC4PI/AAAAAAAAAIc/IWjDq21xmkY/s72-c/STL+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
