<?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-4265270404634970658</id><updated>2012-02-13T16:36:54.643-08:00</updated><category term='A Different Me'/><category term='The Game'/><category term='FAMILY'/><category term='Barack Obama'/><category term='Field of Dreams'/><category term='T'/><title type='text'>One Mo Minute</title><subtitle type='html'>Getting Better Every Minute</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-8436431741064577111</id><published>2012-02-01T12:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T08:09:26.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P Don Cornelius</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I woke up this morning only to discover Don Cornelius, host, creator and producer of Soul Train, took his life early this morning. He was only 75 years. It truly saddened me. How can a man filled with so much genius and innovation decide to take his own life?There has to be more to the story that's untold. Mr."Soul Train" himself launched the careers of so many great musicians from James Brown to Elton John to Al Sharpton. He gave them a platform to showcase their talent when no one else would. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don Cornelius, a native of Chicago, IL, started the show in 1970. The first part of his career he started off as a salesman. He switched gears and his interest grew in television after he saw a void for African-Americans to show the world their talents. His career in television started as a writer for a local Chicago station. From there "Soul Train"was born. The famed show was modeled after "American Bandstand" hosted by Dick Clark. The show was only shown locally in Chicago, Atlanta, Houston and Los Angeles. The show q&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 22px; "&gt;uickly became a success and was nationally broadcast in 1971. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The shows 35 year run changed the lives of so many African-Americans and Americans for that matter. Every single Saturday morning people took a ride on the hippest show. If not for the music, definitely for the trendy styles , dance moves and hair. Don Cornelius shifted the way music television was conducted with this iconic show. He pioneered a new approach to reaching audiences of all levels. He changed the brand of musical artists and allowed them into the homes of millions every single week. Its a sad loss to both the television and music community. As the investigation into his death continues many details will be uncovered about the motive behind untimely suicide. Who knew he was so troubled that he wanted to end it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;all? Nevertheless, he leaves behind a deeply legacy. It will touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;many generations after him. May he rest in love, peace and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHVOdcEErrY/TymtQmAvpyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dobVqVbqF3A/s400/don-cornelius.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704280903634626338" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px; " border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);   line-height: 22px; font-family:georgia, 'times new roman', times, serif;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height: 22px;font-size:15px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-8436431741064577111?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/8436431741064577111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=8436431741064577111&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8436431741064577111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8436431741064577111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2012/02/rip-don-cornelius.html' title='R.I.P Don Cornelius'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dHVOdcEErrY/TymtQmAvpyI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/dobVqVbqF3A/s72-c/don-cornelius.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-5682537087324724955</id><published>2012-02-01T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T11:59:58.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurgence of Empowering Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; The year two thousand and twelve is the year for African-Americans to empower themselves and be the great people they were born to be.  I don't there is a better time to be black. Not just because the President of the United States is black, but because we are doing things our own way. From music, dance, literature, art and medicine we are making a new mark on the world.  The African race has come a long way. From chains we now wear crowns. Although we still have a ways to go our progress is noted. For example , black women are starting to embrace their beauty much more. I think that the natural hair movement is much more than women not wanting to put chemicals on their tresses. It signifies that black women no longer want to fit into a box that the media has created. Black women want more freedom. They are finally defining beauty by themselves for themselves.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am HUGE fan of Tumblr. Thanks to my younger sister I stumbled upon Black Fashion. This page  inspires me everyday. Nothing brings me more joy than seeing young black people using style as a language. Expressing their individuality, personality and finesse. The fact that things from two decades ago is making a cameo appearance in modern times is awesome. Black Fashion showcases the style of people of every hue, size, shape and gender. Its quite inspiring. The road map to knowing who you are first starts with being co&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mfortable with who you are. &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I look at my social community and everyone is following their dreams. They are stepping out on faith and making things happen. So many people in my age range are becoming entrepreneurs , starting beauty and clothing lines, authoring books, becoming philosophers and scholars. The year two thousand and twelve is the year for African-Americans to empower themselves and be the great people they were born to be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_H7we6SQj1o/TymYNmd01aI/AAAAAAAAAQk/aESTQ-VLd7E/s400/Harlem.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704257762472809890" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 234px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-5682537087324724955?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/5682537087324724955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=5682537087324724955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/5682537087324724955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/5682537087324724955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2012/02/resurgence-of-empowering-self.html' title='Resurgence of Empowering Self'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_H7we6SQj1o/TymYNmd01aI/AAAAAAAAAQk/aESTQ-VLd7E/s72-c/Harlem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-9137378254132167701</id><published>2012-01-30T13:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:09:16.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo'Style: Faux-y Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;I am obsessed with faux fur vests. They are really rocking my world lately. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;There is just something about them. I have found creative ways to wear them whether with a denim shirt and spandex skirt or over my favorite hoodie. These little furry things can take an outfit to the next level in less than 10 seconds. Try &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: left; "&gt;it out and see how far this accessory can take you. If you pair it with a belt, necklace or your favorite lipstick you are guaranteed to be CHIC! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;Vest&amp;amp; Denim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 120px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qeHUEVxG1eg/TycSMkGeJ_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/DsqiuTMjjrk/s200/mo2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703547460146571250" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;Vest &amp;amp; All Black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xlMabGTtN1g/TycSXo9i8CI/AAAAAAAAAQA/7pvJA1mhG6g/s200/Vest1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703547650429874210" style="text-align: center; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px; " /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Different Ty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;pes Of Vest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9fpep-M3DVI/TycTV3mT1vI/AAAAAAAAAQY/QbPhQuTElFQ/s400/vests.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703548719510836978" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 184px; " /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-9137378254132167701?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/9137378254132167701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=9137378254132167701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/9137378254132167701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/9137378254132167701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2012/01/mostyle-faux-y-lady.html' title='Mo&apos;Style: Faux-y Lady'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qeHUEVxG1eg/TycSMkGeJ_I/AAAAAAAAAP0/DsqiuTMjjrk/s72-c/mo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-7753744624342336207</id><published>2012-01-10T09:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T12:20:18.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Allow me to reintroduce myself</title><content type='html'>Sooo....it has been a while? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like I go through this every year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I start the year off strong writing on my blog. I get motivated and devote all of my time to this. Then somewhere off into the distance I get distracted. I lose sight. I get bored. Life happens. I have writers block. I have every reason under the sun why I disconnect. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have decided to redirect my focus of this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I live in NYC . There are so many great things around me....art, music and food. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am going to start chronicling things I see in the city. My thoughts and experiences. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that this will keep me attached to OneMoMinute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am determined to stay devoted to my craft and this might be it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So lets start this journey AGAIN! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-7753744624342336207?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/7753744624342336207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=7753744624342336207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7753744624342336207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7753744624342336207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2012/01/sooo.html' title='Allow me to reintroduce myself'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-7375056353731095104</id><published>2011-07-04T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T07:54:10.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Dress Rehearsal</title><content type='html'>Life is not a movie. There is no dress rehearsal. You only have one time to get it right. The cast might change , but the story will remain the same. No matter how hard one tries , they don't have control over the script. With every decision that you make there is a consequence. You can't go around with a magnifying glass burning ants and not expect them to die. Sometimes I think that people confuse movies with real life , myself included. Everything isn't meant to have a happy ending. Many stories have to end for beautiful beginnings. Its a hard adjustment. However, the beauty of life is that if goes on. While I was at work I ran across this quote ," Man's ultimate destiny depends not on whether he can learn new lessons or make new discoveries and conquests , but on the acceptance of the lesson taught." That's so powerful. In life we learn different things for a reason. To teach us something not only about life in general , but most importantly about ourselves. Some lessons are harder to learn than others , nevertheless essential. I'm so grateful for all these lessons. No matter how much they made me cry, smile , sad, or mad. I learned that I'm one of the strongest people I know. I have become numb to negative situations and always seem to come out unscathed. Along with lessons are decisions. When you consciously make a decision to do something. That means you have consciously decided to take on the repercussions. ( Good or bad). Experience is the best teacher.&lt;br /&gt;Being on both sides of hurt .There are just somethings life teaches you shouldn't do . Talk about gratefulness? I'm beyond it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-7375056353731095104?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/7375056353731095104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=7375056353731095104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7375056353731095104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7375056353731095104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2011/07/no-dress-rehearsal.html' title='No Dress Rehearsal'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-7374252453401354238</id><published>2011-03-09T21:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:47:19.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Concealed</title><content type='html'>Even with my flawless cocoa skin , I have a strange obssession with make-up. Whether I'm concealing , filling , blushing or lipsticking. It all intrigues me. Under the eyes. Highlighting cheekbones. Hiding blemishes. Concealer is here to stay. It was created to hide blemishes and give that extra finishing look .The smallest amount of concealer can change a women's entire look. Going from a bag lady to a powder puff princess. In some cases women are only wearing a dollop of concealer with a touch of gloss for a complete light coverage look. Its really working. Adding some powder , eye liner and blush really sets it off . If you look closely at photos of Kim K, Beyonce, Jennifer Hudson , Oprah and J to the Lo , their faces are concealed to perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LHkIuo75xWI/TXhjtxQ6CCI/AAAAAAAAANI/woMJqGipNuw/s200/Kim%2BK.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582321376095242274" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;BEFORE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;                                                                                          &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;  AFTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dVdQXiAQjI8/TXhkQu_zevI/AAAAAAAAANY/5d3nw2ldCxc/s200/Kim.jpg" style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 154px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582321976782060274" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-7374252453401354238?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/7374252453401354238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=7374252453401354238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7374252453401354238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7374252453401354238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2011/03/concealed-concealer.html' title='Concealed'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LHkIuo75xWI/TXhjtxQ6CCI/AAAAAAAAANI/woMJqGipNuw/s72-c/Kim%2BK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-8274573468194687969</id><published>2011-02-01T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:30:44.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check Out My Documentary!</title><content type='html'>After Blood,Sweat and Tears! My documentary is finally done. It's about African-American women who date outside of their race. I hope you enjoy it . Feel free to leave comments and feedback! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skin Deep:Black Women Venturing Out &lt;br /&gt;Executive Producers: Monique Mitchell and Marsha Buchanan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Uno4hgL8kgY" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-8274573468194687969?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/8274573468194687969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=8274573468194687969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8274573468194687969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8274573468194687969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2011/02/check-out-my-documentary.html' title='Check Out My Documentary!'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Uno4hgL8kgY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-8979569475021952191</id><published>2011-01-31T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T10:15:37.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons of Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TUhLXuTX0DI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bVIKimpFn3E/s1600/seasons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TUhLXuTX0DI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bVIKimpFn3E/s320/seasons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568783810181976114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was sitting in church Sunday and I had this revelation . An epiphany.Like the 4 seasons . They come and go. There is a sign that they are either coming or going. Each one has specific characteristics. For winter its snow and for summer its heat. Just like the earth , life has seasons too .In life our seasons have signs too. It's just that some choose to recognize them and others ignore the signs . The hardest thing one can do is force yourself to leave one season and enter another. Upon graduating from college I have found myself struggling to leave college right where its at . Its so hard to leave something familiar for the unknown. However, I have acknowledged that my time is up. That its time to move onto the next season in my life and harvest the great things that are in store for me. Why linger in a season of things that are old...and prepare for a season with things that are fresh and new. Another side of seasons I thought about was relationships. Ever wandered why a friendship/relationship didn't manifest like you wanted it to? Maybe its because you two are in different seasons of your life. Once, I really sat down and thought about this. My entire perception changed. People are like fruits and vegetables . If you try and pick the fruits and vegetables prematurely. It will be deformed. It wont taste right. It will be discolored. It simply wasn't ready for harvest. On the other hand, if you allow that fruit or vegetable to ripen. You will reap a good harvest. It will not only be plentiful . But will have a rich flavor. Nothing in life should be forced if its not in the right season. Some relationships and acquaintances need to be released in order for you to reap the full benefits. Let it go...so it can GROW. Seasons are symbolic in so many areas. Some seasons are good and some are bad. Some seasons have famine and some have harvest. Some seasons cause pain and some cause happiness. Some seasons add relationships and some seasons subtract them. As soon as you begin to recognize what season you are in, your life you will get a clear vision of where you are. Don't involve yourself in relationships and ventures that are out of season. You always be disappointed. In the mist of changing seasons. Patience is a virtue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-8979569475021952191?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/8979569475021952191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=8979569475021952191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8979569475021952191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8979569475021952191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2011/01/seasons-of-change.html' title='Seasons of Change'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TUhLXuTX0DI/AAAAAAAAAMY/bVIKimpFn3E/s72-c/seasons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-6568292509419039517</id><published>2011-01-22T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T20:12:26.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maya Angelou visited my Alma Mater today. Since I couldnt be in attendance. I will dedicate this post to her . ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/y2gTlDze4Q8" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-6568292509419039517?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/6568292509419039517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=6568292509419039517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/6568292509419039517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/6568292509419039517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2011/01/maya-angelou-visited-my-alma-mater.html' title=''/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/y2gTlDze4Q8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-4443146735195579075</id><published>2011-01-22T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T19:53:43.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love All Over Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TTuhwQbu4-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/MlpwNr17Dls/s1600/Pictures11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565219614963459042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TTuhwQbu4-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/MlpwNr17Dls/s320/Pictures11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My day was going fine. I was cleaning up the house. I turned on the television . Watched VH1 Soul . And to my surprise it was the Monica Soul Story. They played her old school jams and it got me reminiscing . I was jamming. Then "Love All Over Me" came on and it changed my whole day. This is one of my favorite songs by her . I think it truly captures the feeling of what love should be. You can hear it in her voice. As I watched,I remembered that , Shannon Brown , the lead guy in the video is now her real life husband. Just last year this time she broke up with her boyfriend and the father of her children Rocko. I have been thinking about this scenario all day. The guy who pretended to be her husband...is NOW REALLY her husband. How awesome it that? This taught me a few things. Be careful what you do or say cause it can turn into reality. The second lesson is that break ups are meant to elevate you to a hook up. All that time she spent with someone who didn't really value who she was. According to blogs, he was always guilty of infidelity .She finally decided to let that go and found someone who adores her. I figured if GOD could do that for her ...I know he can do that for me. Sometimes in relationships both men and women , we hold on to whatever we can. We will settle for whatever we can get. Just to have that person in out lives ...afraid to lose them . When sometimes its better to admit its not meant to be. I have had to make a decision. Do I want to be with someone who I have to force to fit or someone tailor made for me? The time I spend pulling teeth and begging ..I could use with someone who wants to shower me with a new beginning. From the ugliest heartache can come a beautiful surprise. Monica sparked something in me today. She gave me hope and renewed my faith in relationships and love. It also reminded that what GOD has for me is for me. Relationships were designed to teach a lesson ..to propel you to the next person your supposed to be with . Love is a journey with bumps and glitches along the way ..but once you reach the final destination one will find it was all worth it in the end. The moral of today's story is that love can find you and it can be beautiful. At least I hope so. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-4443146735195579075?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/4443146735195579075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=4443146735195579075&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/4443146735195579075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/4443146735195579075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2011/01/love-all-over-me.html' title='Love All Over Me'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TTuhwQbu4-I/AAAAAAAAAMM/MlpwNr17Dls/s72-c/Pictures11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-2241104137966636550</id><published>2011-01-22T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T18:40:05.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expiration Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TTuR06rHJaI/AAAAAAAAAME/BpgkSR2la60/s1600/expire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565202102835684770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TTuR06rHJaI/AAAAAAAAAME/BpgkSR2la60/s320/expire.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"When people show you who they are. BELIEVE them the first time"-Maya Angelou .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; As 2010 ended , I found myself trying to see the good in people around me.Attempting to look past all their imperfections and shortcomings in their relationship with me . Giving them a second chance. Hoping for the best because I wanted to to. But to no surprise , nothing changed. GOD uses people in our lives to show us a few things. That their season has expired or its time for you to move on. There is no sense in holding on to friendships, associations, or relationships  that has no purpose. I guess in the end when you have wiped your hands clean of a failed relationship. You can at least say you tried..right ? But to what emotional expense? I love the saying , " When you know better , you do better" . If someone in your life has a pattern of being &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;inconsistent&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;insensitive&lt;/span&gt;, indecisive, untruthful , &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;conniving&lt;/span&gt;, malicious, or hurtful. Thank them. Now you know which course of action to take ..... your expectations won't be so high. As 2011, takes off , I will take all those lessons of having high expectations of people. And use them as a stepping stone to growth and knowledge. People take the lead from you. They treat you how you allow them to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-2241104137966636550?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/2241104137966636550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=2241104137966636550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/2241104137966636550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/2241104137966636550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2011/01/expiration-date.html' title='Expiration Date'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TTuR06rHJaI/AAAAAAAAAME/BpgkSR2la60/s72-c/expire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-3860633259093063805</id><published>2010-10-14T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:24:47.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress Factors</title><content type='html'>For the past few weeks all the things I have been stressing  over,  have been coming right together. Ill stay up all night for a test. Worried losing sleep. When I walk into class the test is cancelled. My agenda is filled and I can't detect whether I'm coming or going ...and then out the blue the  events get cancelled. At that point ..its a sigh of relief .  I'm starting to really understand the saying that what GOD has for me is for me. I learned over the weekend from a mentor these  simple things. Why are you stressed and worried over things that GOD has already designed. Why do you think that you can dictate and plan your life out just the way you want it to;When you didn't even have control your own birth ? That stuck out for me . How can I be so preoccupied with the unknown. Its UNKNOWN for a reason, and there is no need in losing valuable sleep over it . What good is a movie or book when you already know the ending?Gotta stay tuned or keep reading to get to the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-3860633259093063805?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/3860633259093063805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=3860633259093063805&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/3860633259093063805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/3860633259093063805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2010/10/stress-factors.html' title='Stress Factors'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-9026998983850881407</id><published>2010-09-08T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T08:27:10.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripped</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TIerBxVRlqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/OULAeIzjiuQ/s1600/images-1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TIerBxVRlqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/OULAeIzjiuQ/s320/images-1.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514564315649250978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All good things must come to an end. The question is whether or not you are brave enough to let it go? But, just because they come to an end doesn't mean they wont come back around. Life is all about seasons. Drought , famine , overflow and abundance are all apart of life .  I sat in church on Sunday and the pastor delivered an awesome message about hope. Hope goes a little bit further than faith . Faith is the substance of the things hoped for . But , hope is an attitude. Hope is even when your in the mist of going through, you still believe that things will get better. Hope is letting go and knowing that whatever you think you lost GOD will replace with something bigger and better. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my two decades of living , I have learned that as soon as you let go ... GOD will bless you. There is no need holding on to something that is dead . It's like this ...would you rather hold on to something that you want ...or hold on to something that GOD has planned for your life? It takes GOD snatching you from your comfort zone and stripping you of affiliations and relationships to elevate you to where you need to be.  Imagine being on an island all by yourself. A small piece of land, surrounded by water on all sides. Just you. Stripped of everything. No car. No clothes . No computers. No music.  No people. Free of distractions. You would be forced to survive. Forced to make things work. Forced to make do. Forced to find new ways to live.Forced to let GOD guide you.  At some point in our lives GOD will put us on our own personal islands, in a world of chaos and reality. He does this to transform us into our better selves. Distractions deter us from where we need to be, and the sooner you let those things go ..the possibilities are endless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-9026998983850881407?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/9026998983850881407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=9026998983850881407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/9026998983850881407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/9026998983850881407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2010/09/stripped.html' title='Stripped'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TIerBxVRlqI/AAAAAAAAAL4/OULAeIzjiuQ/s72-c/images-1.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-8653338014428645175</id><published>2010-07-03T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T11:26:22.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TC-Agqpg5FI/AAAAAAAAALo/Th9i3oSEjmc/s1600/LOVE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489747769480504402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TC-Agqpg5FI/AAAAAAAAALo/Th9i3oSEjmc/s320/LOVE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every little girl dreams of the knight in shining armour that will come rescue them. With a gold plated chest, dreamy eyes and hair blowing in the wind. Just like something out of a movie. He will come riding in with gifts and love . From there live in a mystical castle living happily ever after .That's until you wake up ..realize its a dream and come back to reality. For the last few weeks I have been trying to decipher why I have this infatuation with love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the dictionary, love is defined as a strong regard or emotion for someone. Ultimately , I believe love is such a strong emotion it defies definition. Its relevant to whomever is in it. If I had to design love , I would craft it to be everlasting, unconditional and unbreakable. It would be constructed to bring out the best in individuals , helpful and forgiving. The special features would include an unspoken language and so strong bribery is not included.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever love comes up in a room of soon-to-be successful young impressionable women...we all say the same things about ourselves. We have obtainable goals set, beauty and brains, speak eloquently , can hold an intelligent conversation..blah blah blah the list goes on . We have yet to FIND someone who can appreciate all the things we have to offer. As I start to get older I realize that's the problem . WE shouldn't be looking for anything. We should be found. Such a hard concept to understand...I'm 22 and I'm just starting to put the pieces of the puzzle together. I want to be right where I need to be , so when he finds me ...he wont have to look any further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is something you don't go searching for. When you forget about it and just live life .It finds you when you least expect it to. There are negative images of love and commitment theses days. With Tiger Woods and his infidelity. can't forget the Chris Brown/Rhianna ..Drunk PUNCH kinda love. But then there are also positive ones like the popular Barack and Michelle Obama and Will Smith and Jada. They are like the saviors for Black love. Even with the ugliness that love sometimes brings , I still see the beauty in it .The ability to love is a gift. One that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not willing to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;give&lt;/span&gt; to just anyone. Sometimes spending time loving the wrong people, carrying baggage and not letting go of the past is a hindrance to give love a chance. Love can be a gift and a curse. Spreading it all over the place isn't wise. But I can say, I wont go looking for it in the trees, small crevices and corners , or dark alleys. I'm going to let it find me...instead of going on a love scavenger hunt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-8653338014428645175?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/8653338014428645175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=8653338014428645175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8653338014428645175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8653338014428645175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2010/07/love.html' title='Love Hunt'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TC-Agqpg5FI/AAAAAAAAALo/Th9i3oSEjmc/s72-c/LOVE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-1601049645757088008</id><published>2010-06-22T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T15:32:44.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRETTY People Do The UGLIEST Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TCE5n5QMKtI/AAAAAAAAALg/kwOaIYM86zI/s1600/GreenWithEnvy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485729178660383442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TCE5n5QMKtI/AAAAAAAAALg/kwOaIYM86zI/s320/GreenWithEnvy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's so funny sometimes how relationships that you once had ...soon fade to black . How someone you love ..hurts you the most . I have come to the conclusion that jealousy and envy bring out the worst in people. No matter how talented , beautiful, humble or well off they are . Sometimes a person must step outside of themselves ..to see how UGLY they truly are. It's like life has a sense of humor. How can the one thing that is supposed to bring individuals together ...snatch them apart? Witnessing the love that you once had for people turn to hate ...is such a hurtful process to endure. NEVER allow anyone to get the best of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this awesome Chinese proverb it simply states, " He who seeks vengeance must dig two graves: One for his enemy and one for himself." It means that when you take the time to hurt others who have hurt you...you only end up hurting yourself. One of the most hypocritical things one can do is become a reflection of the people they despise so much. Never taking into account their recent transformation. Turning the other cheek is easier said than done but, its the healthiest route. The amount of time your using to lose sleep , you can be planting into something else like purpose. Enemies can only do to you...what you allow. My father always told me ...don't allow people to rent space in your head ...with YOUR permission. Be the bigger person. Move on. Let it go. Fighting fire with fire only causes a larger flame...so let it die out slowly. God will use your enemies as your foot stool to elevate you to higher heights. You should never have a hand in someone's downfall or seek revenge. No one can take care of your enemies better than GOD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These simple sayings are so profound. Treat others the way you want to be treated and what goes around comes around. Don't do to others what people has been done to you. Be reassured that GOD will take care of those who cast evil against. The sooner these lessons are learned the better off you shall be. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-1601049645757088008?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/1601049645757088008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=1601049645757088008&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/1601049645757088008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/1601049645757088008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2010/06/pretty-people-do-ugliest-things.html' title='PRETTY People Do The UGLIEST Things'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/TCE5n5QMKtI/AAAAAAAAALg/kwOaIYM86zI/s72-c/GreenWithEnvy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-3104153536211271678</id><published>2010-05-17T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:29:54.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/S_F87axBcsI/AAAAAAAAALY/_xMl6_1Vx6c/s1600/lena4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 286px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472292382470927042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/S_F87axBcsI/AAAAAAAAALY/_xMl6_1Vx6c/s320/lena4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" It's not the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;load &lt;/span&gt;that brings you down..its the way you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;carry&lt;/span&gt; it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lena Horne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-3104153536211271678?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/3104153536211271678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=3104153536211271678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/3104153536211271678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/3104153536211271678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2010/05/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/S_F87axBcsI/AAAAAAAAALY/_xMl6_1Vx6c/s72-c/lena4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-2994719933263977594</id><published>2010-05-17T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T09:54:47.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got a feeling...that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; gonna be a good day. Peace and Blessing to all my readers. Love you lots . Stay &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PROgressive&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;PROactive&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-2994719933263977594?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/2994719933263977594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=2994719933263977594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/2994719933263977594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/2994719933263977594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-got-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-5700868373812430117</id><published>2010-05-14T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T21:47:51.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the Run</title><content type='html'>It's Friday night in Atlanta. End of May. Summertime---And I'm in the house. I guess I'm not like most 22 years old. I decided to have a movie night. I watched the movie "Preacher's Kid" starring LeToya Luckett and Tank ---- and it seems as though that movie was made just for me. I took away a lot of things....but there was one message in particular that stuck with me and opened my eyes. You leave GOD --------but he never leaves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is such a powerful statement.  So many times as a believer---we stray from GOD.  There is nothing like the guilt of feeling like the favor of GOD has departed from your life.  No matter the sin. Whether its sex-drugs-&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;liquor&lt;/span&gt; -clubbing-lying- or hanging out. We get wrapped up in living for the moment that we forget about the future sometimes.  I think that as young people...we feel like we have time. It like we live our lives when we're young..scratch things off our bucket list --then when we get older we wanna live for GOD. But what if that's too late.&lt;br /&gt;It never occurred to me parents warn you about what not to do --because they are protecting you . Parents already lived and don't want you to make the same mistakes that they did.  I know from experience --there is nothing like living life for yourself. Curiosity gets the best of you---you want to explore the world ..and answer your own questions.  However sometimes we get so caught up in living for ourselves...that we forget to live for GOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Preacher's Kid" highlighted the notion that GOD will do things to get your attention. He will put you through a test...to have a magnificent testimony. GOD knows your intended end and he is the one who created you. He constructed your mind and everything that resides in it .GOD makes no mistakes because he is perfect. As humans , we make mistakes . The best thing is to learn from them and not make the same mistake twice. The main character , Angie had to experience life for herself in order for it to bring her back to where she started . The one place she was running from---GOD. No matter how hard you try and run from GOD---he will always lead you right back to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-5700868373812430117?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/5700868373812430117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=5700868373812430117&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/5700868373812430117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/5700868373812430117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2010/05/on-run.html' title='On the Run'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-2947131724533236245</id><published>2010-05-13T18:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:34:57.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Field of Dreams'/><title type='text'>Field of Dreams: PRO-active vs RE-active</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/S-zDdey1u0I/AAAAAAAAAKw/e5tdOwNjPZQ/s1600/field_crops1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470962558598232898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/S-zDdey1u0I/AAAAAAAAAKw/e5tdOwNjPZQ/s320/field_crops1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When things go wrong .....as they sometimes will. Do you see it through or throw in the towel? There  will be different seasons in your life. Drought, Famine, and Harvest. In harvest ,it seems like everything is going right. Opportunities are fluid. More good days than bad days. Goals and dreams are being checked off a list. You feel as if life is moving in the right direction . Then there is drought. Life has its good days and bad days , but it seems like things are steady. The most uncomfortable and miserable place to be in... is a famine. Everything seems fruitless and every door you turn to is closed. The debts are HIGH and the funds are LOW . Dreams feel &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;deferred&lt;/span&gt; ---and no where near arms reach.There seems to be nothing tangible to give hope--but faith is truly the only thing you can hold on to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The true measure of a man surfaces in the time of famine. One must decide to continue the battle or give up. Proactive vs. Reactive? In times of trouble one should stay proactive. Walking in stride one foot in front of the other---never skipping a beat. Don't quit and give up before the miracle happens. When things happen out of your control..you should discover what you CAN control. Being defeated and overcome is a state of mind. When your mind is made up there is no turning back . Being reactive means allowing emotions to get in the way.Its so easy to cry and lose sight of what its in front of you. Losing all hope . Being reactive is like getting lost and not attempting to find another route---to your destination. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best way to be proactive is in a place of solitude in silence. Even when the world is spinning ..find a way to jump off . Drown out distractions and mute ambient sound. Look in the mirror and really admire your reflection. Pick up the pieces and find something else to do with your time. So far this summer --it seems like all the doors I wanted to walk through have been closed in my face. I felt like ..man ...GOD why are YOU closing all these doors. My resume is tight. My reputation speaks for itself. I have the talent, drive, and expertise--so why aren't people seeing my GREATNESS? The sadness of a broken nose from those closed doors began to take a toll on my spirit---as I watched people get opportunities that I dream of. There is nothing like a broken spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I heard GOD tell me....how can you question the creator of your destiny? How can you doubt the person who makes the impossible POSSIBLE?How can the same GOD that blessed you before---- not bless you again? .At that moment I picked up my tears ..and kept moving. When you remain proactive it shows GOD that he can trust you--even in the storm. So imagine how he can reward you--with clear skies? So I----- Wiped my tears. Drew up another plan. Stayed focused...and allowed GOD to be GOD. Being proactive is hard . What you do in a famine will determine whether or not you reach another harvest. Being reactive is easy. You cant be a PRO without RE-petition. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-2947131724533236245?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/2947131724533236245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=2947131724533236245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/2947131724533236245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/2947131724533236245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2010/05/proactive-vs-react.html' title='Field of Dreams: PRO-active vs RE-active'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/S-zDdey1u0I/AAAAAAAAAKw/e5tdOwNjPZQ/s72-c/field_crops1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-1283984297983590350</id><published>2010-04-13T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T16:02:47.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='T'/><title type='text'>Dear 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wow. 2010. She is definitely trying her best to get the best of me. My life has changed so much. Been on an emotional &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;roller coaster&lt;/span&gt;. I have been fighting tooth and nail to keep my sanity. In my 22 years of living I have seen the best and worst of people. The heart of man can be so tarnished and evil when man feels insecure and threatened. I have had to learn how to turn the other cheek. Now that is truly a task for me. Imagine...if you treated people the way they treated you? What would the world be like?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Life is so unpredictable. It will take the things you love the most. People you never imagined will walk in and out .You will see those that you love turn against you. You will be left all alone. Life will make you feel so low ..that there is no where else to go. Life will show you the beauty and ugliness of man . Life will give you peace. Life will torment you . Life will inspire you and defeat you. When you are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;up against&lt;/span&gt; a trouble...you see it through. When bad things happen ..&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not an excuse to let go of life..pull the reigns a little harder.No matter what card life decides to deal , its up to you to play that hand the best way you can.  There have been times that I have wanted to give up...but I had to encourage myself . Motivate myself. Spend time with myself . And..LOVE myself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The beautiful thing about GOD is that he makes no mistakes. He uses every situation to teach you something. Its up to you to wake up and pay attention. So GOD...&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; paying attention. I'm taking notes. I'm listening loud and clear. Sometimes GOD will put you through &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;somethings&lt;/span&gt; to make sure he gets your attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So as I stand here in 2010, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; stronger than ever. More attentive . More willing to learn . More willing to GROW. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you go through something, you GROW through somethings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-1283984297983590350?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/1283984297983590350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=1283984297983590350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/1283984297983590350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/1283984297983590350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2010/04/dear-2010.html' title='Dear 2010'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-8458165825558946870</id><published>2009-11-03T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T18:22:06.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast of Champions</title><content type='html'>Its times like this I blog. When I'm up against a trouble...and I have to see things through. Ever since this semester has started I have had to overcome many obstacles. There is always a new struggle that must be won. For the first time in my life.. I have realized why being apart of the "in crowd" or having a large circle of friends is not always so rewarding. It brings additional heartache , pain and of course when dealing with women drama. I have always been taught that if you have a problem, do not harbour the feelings cause that just destroys your spirit. So here it goes...With age comes wisdom and I c&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; not seem to understand why women act the way the do. I come from a family of women. My father is the only man in the house . But these women  I deal with on a daily basis are of a new breed catty , envious and easily influenced. Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;okay&lt;/span&gt; to be on one accord...but to not have a mind of your own is no excuse. Hiding behind words is not an excuse either.  When people are insecure about themselves it shows in everything they do. I have learned to be confident in what I am , the good and the bad. I have been trying to find my solace in this new world I have entered . I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; find peace in a cup of wine or the arms of a man . I find my peace in words. The only thing that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;pacifies&lt;/span&gt; my need to express myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the going gets tough...the tough gets going. The food I have been eating lately is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; the breakfast of champions. This food teaches me strength , endurance and gives me stamina . Each year I learn more about people and myself ......nothing surprises me anymore.  I have never been more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;in tuned&lt;/span&gt; with the scenarios that play out around me. Every situation that I go through , gets me a step closer to where I need to be....and WHO I need to be. At the end of the day, I will have the last laugh. I refuse to allow anyone to determine how I am going to feel . That road ends . Here and NOW. From here on out positivity will seep through my pores.  As I weather this storm , I have my boots and umbrella handy. And this too shall pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-8458165825558946870?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/8458165825558946870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=8458165825558946870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8458165825558946870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8458165825558946870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/11/breakfast-of-champions.html' title='Breakfast of Champions'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-2884936738338060659</id><published>2009-07-23T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T21:04:46.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>H.A.M and Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SmkyzzRXuMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/04okn5dX_tk/s1600-h/solange-knowles-shaved-head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361872696879069378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SmkyzzRXuMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/04okn5dX_tk/s400/solange-knowles-shaved-head.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solange, Solange, Solange! That's all I can say! I hate when pretty girls make such bad decisions. I'm all for being different and stepping out of the spotlight of your older sister Beyonce. I stood behind you when you wore that multi-colored latex suit at the Gay Pride Festival in San Francisco, and when you were wearing feathers on your eyelashes. But this by far is way too much for me. I could say I blame it on Amber Rose ..but I know Mama Tina taught you better than that . I so disappointed on so many levels. Thank GOD for lace fronts . I guess if you were going to shave your head at least get a nice edge up..if that's too much to ask for! BUT...because I am a fan ..and love who you are as an individual . I have hope that you can pull through from this H.A.M and Cheese moment ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-2884936738338060659?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/2884936738338060659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=2884936738338060659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/2884936738338060659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/2884936738338060659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/07/ham-and-cheese.html' title='H.A.M and Cheese'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SmkyzzRXuMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/04okn5dX_tk/s72-c/solange-knowles-shaved-head.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-2176322484022322175</id><published>2009-07-23T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:45:06.118-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting to Exhale</title><content type='html'>Today , I did it. I stuck my chest out . Closed my eyes. Took a deep breathe and did it . I exhaled . Almost 5 years later , I can finally say that I have released all the emotional baggage , and anger I have been carrying around from the past. I just let it go. Its like I let my hair down , barefoot and ran full speed through a place rich with flowers, milk and honey, and birds singing. Its an experience I can not even put into words .  One thing in life I have learned is that, when one door closes ,another one is opens. I'm so thankful to be at this place of solitude and serenity. There is no feeling like breathing and flying free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-2176322484022322175?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/2176322484022322175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=2176322484022322175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/2176322484022322175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/2176322484022322175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/07/waiting-to-exhale.html' title='Waiting to Exhale'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-3883113586032677439</id><published>2009-07-22T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:30:53.068-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still I Rise By : Maya Angelou</title><content type='html'>I love this poem. It speaks volumes. Maya Angelou eloquently captures the tenacious spirit of African-Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/JqOqo50LSZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/JqOqo50LSZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JqOqo50LSZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JqOqo50LSZ0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-3883113586032677439?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/3883113586032677439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=3883113586032677439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/3883113586032677439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/3883113586032677439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/07/still-i-rise-by-maya-angelou.html' title='Still I Rise By : Maya Angelou'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-9194504183381443049</id><published>2009-07-22T22:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T23:20:56.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CNN Black In America 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SmgAe2Zo73I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iilZBpitaQU/s1600-h/BLACK-IN-AMERICA-CNN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361535886383705970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SmgAe2Zo73I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iilZBpitaQU/s400/BLACK-IN-AMERICA-CNN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight , the first part of the critically acclaimed Black In America 2 aired . Black families around America gathered around the tube to see if this years follow up, would top last years premiere. In my personal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;opinion&lt;/span&gt; , the show was tastefully done. I think it did an excellent job of capturing the struggles of black people in today's society . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Soledad&lt;/span&gt; O'Brien , a woman of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;African&lt;/span&gt; decent was able to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;capture&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; testimonials of the young and old . Although there lies a huge age gap between the two...they are not so different. The segment of the BIA2 that touched me the most was when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Malaak&lt;/span&gt; Rock , wife of comedian Chris Rock , used her celebrity to change the lives of young teens . She chose 30 teens in an urban New York City community , to go to South Africa to see how other children their age are living. Rock exposed these children,who in some cases had never been outside of their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;neighborhood&lt;/span&gt; block, how big the world is and the endless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;opportunities&lt;/span&gt;. She showed these students that knowledge is power and is the key to success. I was able to relate to this particular story , because when I was 17 I had the honor of traveling to South Africa for 3 weeks . I visited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Johannesburg&lt;/span&gt;, Cape Town and Durban. Teens my age could not read . Some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; were torn apart from violence and the AIDS epidemic. I visited schools that had no money for books or food for their students. I met young girls who looked just like me , who wanted just a taste of freedom and opportunity that I took for granted everyday. After leaving South Africa, I brought so much knowledge and understanding of myself and those who came before me. I learned the importance of giving back and seizing every opportunity given to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like the children in Rock's group, I left with the notion that I could all things ,If only I put my mind to it . This is the very reason why I loved the first installment of BIA2. The series draws in its viewers and allows them to reflect on their personal experiences. BIA2 ,like its predecessor BIA has faced many tough critics within the Black Community. Many think that it highlights the negative aspects of the black culture and others believe it realistically &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;portrays&lt;/span&gt; the daily struggles of blacks. The main goal of the program is to teach those who are misinformed. To allow others to step into the shoes of the adversities that blacks face on a daily basis. The beauty of the Black culture is that no one black person is the same. Each one shares a different story . A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;different&lt;/span&gt; beginning. A different end. But they share the same ancestral background . I look forward to the second part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;, and what new ideas will be ignited within me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-9194504183381443049?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/9194504183381443049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=9194504183381443049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/9194504183381443049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/9194504183381443049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/07/cnn-black-in-america-2.html' title='CNN Black In America 2'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SmgAe2Zo73I/AAAAAAAAAJI/iilZBpitaQU/s72-c/BLACK-IN-AMERICA-CNN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-8350159128306402672</id><published>2009-07-03T19:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:34:10.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Do You Measure: Like Your Age or Your Shoe Size?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/Sk7KCB1vhqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dT7vtt6nk2Q/s1600-h/Tape20Measure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354439143192495778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/Sk7KCB1vhqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dT7vtt6nk2Q/s400/Tape20Measure.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Recently in my life I have witnessed adults act more like their shoe sizes than their age. The usual immature behavior. Snickering when people walk into the room, using the Internet as a scapegoat , publicly discussing private issues , cowardly behavior and not taking responsibility for their own actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;With 22 right around the corner, I am on a mission to continue to grow into a young lady.My entire life , my mother has taught me to never be a coward. If you dish it out, you should be able to take it when it comes back to you. Another rule of thumb she taught me is if you have a problem or issue with someone, you go to the person and not hide behind words. These words of wisdom would go in one ear and out of the other. But now more than ever , I hold on tight to these words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Ones behavior is a reflection of who they really are . As a growing woman , I understand that people are looking up to me at all times. People take note of my behavior and judge me based upon that . It saddens me to see people I look up to act like toddlers. This leaves me with no one to admire and I am forced to be the change I want to see. Maturity is something that is learned and gained through knowledge. A lack of immaturity is no longer a valid reason to be ignorant and spiteful . In 2009 , men and women have to do better. Put away childish things , and stay mindful of your purpose. No one should ever be complacent where they are . There should be a constant longing for elevation. Everyone should lead their lives with their own minds, and dance to the beat of their own drum. Never allow anyone else's idea's to become permanently yours. Never compromise what you know is right , to please someone else. Better yet, don't hide hate behind a smile. Be able to stand alone , and not rely on the strength of others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Here is a quote for thought , " He had noticed that events were cowards: they didn't occur singly, but instead they would run in packs and leap out at him all at once." Please stop finding comfort in the soles of your shoes or others, elevate to your age and see how much you will grow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-8350159128306402672?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/8350159128306402672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=8350159128306402672&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8350159128306402672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8350159128306402672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-do-you-measure-like-your-age-or.html' title='How Do You Measure: Like Your Age or Your Shoe Size?'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/Sk7KCB1vhqI/AAAAAAAAAIw/dT7vtt6nk2Q/s72-c/Tape20Measure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-154662255179133102</id><published>2009-07-03T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:40:56.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson 1958-2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/Sk7BLD6n4iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2Dpqb88Zo-g/s1600-h/MO.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354429402764010018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/Sk7BLD6n4iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2Dpqb88Zo-g/s400/MO.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" I Never Can Say Good-Bye", " Lady In My Life", and " Rock With You", are just a few of my favorite songs by Michael Joe Jackson. On June 25,2009 the world lost a musical legend and genius. He provided music that allowed people all over the world to dance, make babies, break-up , make-up and unite nation. It seems that every great mind throughout history has two sides . One side is genius impacting the world and contributing great ideas and gifts. The other side of the mind is troubled and longing for something that is lost . Michael Jackson is a man that struggled with many demons . Coming from a family that suffered verbal and physical abuse . It stunted his mental capacity , forcing him to grow up to fast . His childhood set the pace for the rest of his life. His legal woes and mental criticism never overshadowed his talent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MJ was not only a great musician to the world ,but his family . He will be greatly missed . My all time favorite music video is "Remember the Time". I remember being in the living room when the video premiered on BET. Eddie Murphy and Iman sitting on that Egyptian Throne made me fall in love . I would stand up in front of the family big screen TV and attempt to do the choreography. That was a pivotal part of my childhood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though MJ suffered many legal troubles and was paraded in the media as "strange" and a "circus freak" , his legacy is much greater . After his passing the media has raised speculation that he was addicted to pain killers and sedatives. That his frail lifeless body was subjected to years of skin bleaching and plastic surgery. These antics in the media have not stopped millions of fans to flock to Los Angeles just to be where he is, dead or alive. As he is laid to rest for eternity.. I pray his soul entered into heaven. I pray that his legacy will live on and he will continue to live in our hearts . I will continue to pray for his family and their strength. Micheal Jackson's glittered glove, white socks, studded jackets,black hat, and crotch grabbing will live on forever and never be forgotten . R.I.P Michael " King of Pop" Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-154662255179133102?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/154662255179133102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=154662255179133102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/154662255179133102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/154662255179133102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/07/michael-jackson-1958-2009.html' title='Michael Jackson 1958-2009'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/Sk7BLD6n4iI/AAAAAAAAAIo/2Dpqb88Zo-g/s72-c/MO.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-5464370759734666758</id><published>2009-07-03T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T19:43:11.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Your Life Flashes Before Your Eyes..</title><content type='html'>There comes a point in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; lives.. when it flashes right before you . When you question everything you have done up until that very moment. When the things and people you take for granted seem to matter the most. Events and situations in our lives make us reevaluate our present and future and discover our purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the last week and a half I can name so many people that have died. People that died engaged in their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;destiny&lt;/span&gt; and others that never quite reached it. It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;occurred&lt;/span&gt; to me that life is so precious and while we have it we must cherish it . We must make &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;everyday&lt;/span&gt; count. We can not let our lives flash before us and not be in the picture . With age comes wisdom and knowledge. In a time when more people are leaving this earth than making an entrance,your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;existence&lt;/span&gt; must not be in vain .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the flash of a camera shines brightly in my eyes , I have realized somethings I used to do is not going to cut it anymore . Ignorance is no longer an excuse or bliss. Taking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;responsibility&lt;/span&gt; for my own life is my personal crusade. Although sometimes in life, unexpected events occur resilience is the only thing that makes you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as life continues to move fluidly , flow with it, even with its twists and turns. Make every picture in your life be the best one , and cherish every frame.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-5464370759734666758?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/5464370759734666758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=5464370759734666758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/5464370759734666758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/5464370759734666758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-your-life-flashes-before-your-eyes.html' title='When Your Life Flashes Before Your Eyes..'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-6104231109860683101</id><published>2009-05-09T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T06:30:50.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOnificent..With a Sensational Style : Spring 2009 Wrap Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;At this point in my life, I feel like I have truly evolved into womanhood. My mindset ,attitude and aggressiveness. My new motto is " Make the impossible...POSSIBLE" . When you put your mind to it..nothing is out of reach . This semester I have learned the meaning of this quote. As I look back on this semester alone...I see the transformation . In the beginning I didn't quite understand ..but now it is so clear to me . I have lost some friends , made some new ones , and gained some sisters . Some of the people in my life I least expected to lose or gain ..have made a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;significant&lt;/span&gt; impact in my life . Everyone enters and exits for a reason. Even when the world around you is crumbling .. cover it with a smile. It amazes me how much one's life can change in less than a year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;God used Spring 2009 to truly show me him and taught me to trust him with my WHOLE heart. This semester God granted me all the desires of my heart and more . Whenever I was unsure or underestimated his power ..he showed up and showed out. Being pushed to the limit , taught me to never crack under pressure..just make it happen . If I had one word to describe this semester it would be = Transformation. The most valuable lesson I learned...be careful what you ask for..cause when you get it ...you may not know what to do with it  .Every time I look at my reflection I am so happy with the woman I have become and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heights&lt;/span&gt; I have yet to reach .  I can truly say that life is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MO'nificent&lt;/span&gt; . I'm getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;MO'Betta&lt;/span&gt; everyday!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-6104231109860683101?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/6104231109860683101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=6104231109860683101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/6104231109860683101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/6104231109860683101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/05/monificentwith-sensational-style-spring.html' title='MOnificent..With a Sensational Style : Spring 2009 Wrap Up'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-8939236086672727224</id><published>2009-05-09T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T05:45:14.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M BACCCCCKKKKK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SgV6z_1mi0I/AAAAAAAAAII/EycWdrprkw0/s1600-h/skee+wee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333804367418395458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 287px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SgV6z_1mi0I/AAAAAAAAAII/EycWdrprkw0/s400/skee+wee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well...blogworld ...it has beeenn such a LONNGG time...and so much has changed . It's official I PASSED TV News the hardest class in FAMU's School of Journalism and Graphic Communication . I maintained a 3.5 GPA..and last but not least ...I am a member of the ORIGINAL Beta Alpha Chapter of Alpha Kappa Alpha Sorority Inc. ...The conclusion of this semester is that with dedication and hard work...DREAMS do come true . Now that I no longer have a busy schedule and have to pencil people in...I'm back to regularly scheduled blogging. Ive missed my blog soo much . I have so much to say..and thank god I have lots of freetime to say it! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-8939236086672727224?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/8939236086672727224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=8939236086672727224&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8939236086672727224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8939236086672727224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-baccccckkkkk.html' title='I&apos;M BACCCCCKKKKK'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SgV6z_1mi0I/AAAAAAAAAII/EycWdrprkw0/s72-c/skee+wee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-4572876583166794333</id><published>2009-02-17T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T16:22:00.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing What I Have To Do ...So I Can Do What I Want To Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SZtUNglr9UI/AAAAAAAAAIA/i9qnZtU4pn4/s1600-h/video%2520camera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303925577221928258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SZtUNglr9UI/AAAAAAAAAIA/i9qnZtU4pn4/s400/video%2520camera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My new life consists of toting around a camera tripod bag that stands at 3 feet tall and 20 pound camera box.The life of a broadcast journalism student at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FAMU&lt;/span&gt; is trivial . I have learned so much in the last few weeks...hence my absence from the blog. BUT I'M BACK!!! .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put it this way ....my entry level TV News class is kicking my behind. I have been under so much pressure lately. But I must admit I love a good challenge. I have been through the fire and its only the second month of school. My professor Kenneth Jones is making me a champion. He is challenging me in ways I never knew . He has humbled me even more and made me want to reach my potential . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For the past couple weeks I have only seen the walls of my bedroom and an editing booth. Who knew my once social life would dwindle down to that????!?!? My typical day consists of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wa&lt;/span&gt;:king up at about 7:45 AM , arriving on campus at 9:00AM and getting back at home at about 6 :00 PM. A normal person would be irritated . Sometimes I am ..I can't lie , but because I love to do it ..it doesn't seem like a job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the last week I have cried, felt defeated, overwhelmed , stressed and overworked , but I know that in order to get what I want I must put the work in. Everyday I am learning the power of patience . I am sharpening my craft and making sure I am the best I can be. My mom constantly reminds me to keep hanging in there . Her words of wisdom have helped to stabilize my crazy world. This is the journey I must take to be the first Monique.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. A world renowned entertainment &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;journalist&lt;/span&gt;. My name will be written in lights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I have been doing what I have to do...so I can do what I want to do.. I have missed my blog. No fears I will be back ....Trust I have a lot of things to talk about!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-4572876583166794333?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/4572876583166794333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=4572876583166794333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/4572876583166794333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/4572876583166794333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/02/doing-what-i-have-to-do-so-i-can-do.html' title='Doing What I Have To Do ...So I Can Do What I Want To Do'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SZtUNglr9UI/AAAAAAAAAIA/i9qnZtU4pn4/s72-c/video%2520camera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-565197432964631580</id><published>2009-01-29T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:45:45.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mo's Corner: Taraji P. Henson</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYHPE8FLYLI/AAAAAAAAAHw/hHnY0Bz0FJw/s1600-h/photo_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYHOuSTUH5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/C8O_vpRkiOM/s1600-h/taraji.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296741931346567058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYHOuSTUH5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/C8O_vpRkiOM/s400/taraji.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Name: Taraji P. Henson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Birthdate: September 11, 1970&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hometown: Washington D.C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;College: North Carolina A&amp;amp;T and Howard University&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Movies: " Baby Boy" " Hustle &amp;amp;Flow" " Curious Case of Benjamin Button" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;" A Family That Preys" " Something New" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Best Fly Friend( BFF): Sanaa Lathan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Little Known Fact: She is the great granddaughter of Matthew Henson , a black explorer who traveled the Artic Circle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-565197432964631580?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/565197432964631580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=565197432964631580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/565197432964631580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/565197432964631580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/mos-corner-taraji-p-henson.html' title='Mo&apos;s Corner: Taraji P. Henson'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYHOuSTUH5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/C8O_vpRkiOM/s72-c/taraji.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-1043247242069214110</id><published>2009-01-29T06:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:46:30.721-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KANYE KANYE KANYE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYHPPtZJKdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZhzQtirn6Vc/s1600-h/kanyew2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296742505554454994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYHPPtZJKdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZhzQtirn6Vc/s400/kanyew2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYHDHKlYTjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5oV6kZMZdB8/s1600-h/kanye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296729164632051250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYHDHKlYTjI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5oV6kZMZdB8/s400/kanye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYHCsuatH_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/noyob0zmrwo/s1600-h/kanye.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYG_0wQReBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5CEQ4k0L4Nk/s1600-h/kanye2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296725549791672338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYG_0wQReBI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/5CEQ4k0L4Nk/s400/kanye2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;WHY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;KANYE&lt;/span&gt; ..WHY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;My poor little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt;. He seems to really be going through something. After the death of his mother and breakup with long time girlfriend Alexis ..something just ain't right about him. It makes me wonder is he loosing his mind? He recently has become a designer for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Louis&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Vuitton&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; get me wrong these new exclusive Red sneakers are dynamic. His style has always been one to watch. He is innovative and a trendsetter. His style is unique and one of a kind.Lately his "individuality" has gone to the extreme. His new modern mullet and entourage concerns me. I believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kanye&lt;/span&gt; is a genius who is trying to find his way.Most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;brilliant&lt;/span&gt; people are misunderstood. This get up he is parading around in.. I guess is an outlet for his creative expression. As a role model for many young &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;metro sexual&lt;/span&gt; men...I pray his new look doesn't make an appearance to a city near you.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYHCsuatH_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/noyob0zmrwo/s1600-h/kanye.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYG_TaWVcXI/AAAAAAAAAG4/cUtmDuxW9-0/s1600-h/kanye2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-1043247242069214110?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/1043247242069214110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=1043247242069214110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/1043247242069214110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/1043247242069214110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/kanye-kanye-kanye.html' title='KANYE KANYE KANYE'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYHPPtZJKdI/AAAAAAAAAH4/ZhzQtirn6Vc/s72-c/kanyew2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-849635611900271787</id><published>2009-01-28T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T20:31:33.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Endless Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYEv99adIjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EFMa0ZDZNro/s1600-h/2004_the_notebook_003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296567378268463666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYEv99adIjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EFMa0ZDZNro/s400/2004_the_notebook_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The Notebook is hands down one of my favorite movies. I always wondered if me and my "Noah" will ever end up like that. No matter what happens, a true love will stand the test of time .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It seems like everyone has that one person in their lives that has their heart . No matter the space or time.Its like no matter what they have been through they always find their way back to one another. Even if they vowed to never speak to that person again. It amazes me how when love chooses you , there is nothing you can do about it. In The Notebook even with all the obstacles they still managed to find their way back to each other. COuld it really end up like that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I know that when Ally was engaged , Noah never escaped her thoughts . I wonder if she ever imagined living life without him ? I wonder how knew that she was supposed to spend the rest of her life with Noah? It seems like all the odds were against their love . He lived far away. Her parents hated him. He was not wealthy and unpolished . He never hesitated to express how he felt . I wonder how did she convince the people who objected their romance that he was indeed " the one"?Yes .....The Notebook is merely a movie. Yessss...the characters are not real. But they represent couples all over the world who share a love that never dies. Some are lucky enough to end up with the ones who have captivated their hearts forever and others find new loves , but they just don't compare to that "Noah/Ally" love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sitting here in my room..may I add by my lonesome...makes me wonder if these Ally/Noah relationships really exist? Can the art in your heart really become a reality?It is impossible to have hope in the idea of an endless love ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-849635611900271787?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/849635611900271787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=849635611900271787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/849635611900271787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/849635611900271787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/notebook.html' title='My Endless Love'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYEv99adIjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/EFMa0ZDZNro/s72-c/2004_the_notebook_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-7800115669586051580</id><published>2009-01-28T19:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:48:47.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.&lt;br /&gt;In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,&lt;br /&gt;other times there were one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bothered me because I noticed&lt;br /&gt;that during the low periods of my life,&lt;br /&gt;when I was suffering from&lt;br /&gt;anguish, sorrow or defeat,&lt;br /&gt;I could see only one set of footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I said to the Lord,&lt;br /&gt;“You promised me Lord,&lt;br /&gt;that if I followed you,&lt;br /&gt;you would walk with me always.&lt;br /&gt;But I have noticed that during the most trying periods of my life&lt;br /&gt;there have only been one set of footprints in the sand.&lt;br /&gt;Why, when I needed you most, you have not been there for me?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord replied,&lt;br /&gt;“The times when you have seen only one set of footprints in the sand,&lt;br /&gt;is when I carried you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-7800115669586051580?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/7800115669586051580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=7800115669586051580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7800115669586051580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7800115669586051580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/footprints.html' title='Footprints'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-5139819664504056995</id><published>2009-01-28T18:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T19:49:21.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Nation Under God....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYEh3nPPedI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LUTzXTwFyvE/s1600-h/America.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296551876073847250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYEh3nPPedI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LUTzXTwFyvE/s400/America.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I realized the world I live in is not all peaches and cream. People are living in times with real problems. Real hurts and pains. Real issues and dilemmas. A husband and father of 5 beautiful children took the lives of his entire family. He killed his children, wife and himself to save them from the pain of going without. It made my heart cry out when I read the story on CNN. I could not fathom killing the kids I gave life to...or the man I decided to spend the rest of my life with.&lt;br /&gt;This story is just another example of how desperate the American people are right now. Americans are resorting to killing each other just to eat and see another day. That is so disturbing, yet real. I never thought I would see the day when humans would not see the value in another man’s life or even their own. To take someone’s life is playing God. A killer makes the huge decision of who will be given life and who will take their last breath. Although we are going through rough economic times I know things will get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago my mind was programmed in a negative state. I was a victim of crime and my attitude about life began to change. I saw the negative in everything and lived my life in fear. I became desperate to find some kind of hope. Living in fear everyday and have no peace in my own mind, did not sit well with me .One day I had to decide that I was not going to allow all the things going on around me to define my happiness. My life is nowhere near perfect but I have learned to be content were I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barack Obama ignited hope into the hearts of many American s. He gave us faith that things will get better. It breaks my heart to see that barely a week after his installment, people are giving up ALREADY. It is understandable that not knowing where your next meal will come from, or where you will lay your head or how you will pay your bills can bear down on you. A measure of a man or woman is defined by how strong they are when things are not always good. Strength, faith, dedication and perseverance are all essential to survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I’m starting a campaign to pray for the peace of mind for my fellow Americans. I pray for faith, assurance and steadfastness. At the very lowest times in my life, I looked to God and he picked me up. I believe that if we found refuge in the arms of God...he will give us peace and security. I am well aware that not having and going without is new to us Americans. We live in a world where resources are abundant and at our fingertips. But everything must change. God uses situation to show us things and elevate us. Imagine going without and being poor as a life story. The economic crisis in America could be a lot worse so we must be thankful for what we have. Even when things are going astray we must seek the positives in our lives. Like the gift of life. The gift of freedom. The gift of prayer. I challenge my readers to pray for the well-being of our country. Pray for hope and mercy. Pray for understanding when the unexpected happens. Most of all pray for peace for our nation. Truthfully the only thing we need is God. When you seek God he will provide everything you need and want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-5139819664504056995?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/5139819664504056995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=5139819664504056995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/5139819664504056995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/5139819664504056995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-nation-under-god.html' title='One Nation Under God....'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYEh3nPPedI/AAAAAAAAAGo/LUTzXTwFyvE/s72-c/America.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-5896181045081347688</id><published>2009-01-28T18:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T18:33:43.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYEUzcKRVRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pAL5tiOtZs0/s1600-h/moni1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYEUzcKRVRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pAL5tiOtZs0/s400/moni1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296537510729569554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered a song that truly depicts the kind of love, relationship and man I desire. This song is dedicated to the mystery man that has yet to make an appearance in my life . I will know when he has arrived and is truly special when my heart smiles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEONE By.Musiq Soulchild&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted a man that wanted&lt;br /&gt;Me for my name or material things&lt;br /&gt;See I always hope for a man that's so sure, emotionally secure&lt;br /&gt;With spiritual faith&lt;br /&gt;A man that I can trust with all of my secrets&lt;br /&gt;And even listen to all of my issues&lt;br /&gt;A man who never judge&lt;br /&gt;Me or how I was&lt;br /&gt;He deals with me strictly through love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who will put up with the things&lt;br /&gt;Loving me can bring&lt;br /&gt;But still be there to see us through&lt;br /&gt;Someone who would put up&lt;br /&gt;With the strange and complicated things&lt;br /&gt;Cause I would do the same for him too&lt;br /&gt;Someone who I can be real with&lt;br /&gt;Aint gotta be perfect&lt;br /&gt;Because loving one another is all that matters&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to explain&lt;br /&gt;So believe me when I say&lt;br /&gt;That I found all of that in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I hope for a friendship that's so pure&lt;br /&gt;A guy I can talk to bout whatever is on my heart&lt;br /&gt;A man that needs me&lt;br /&gt;That trust and believes me&lt;br /&gt;That wont take my kindness as some kind of weakness&lt;br /&gt;A man who bares his soul who is willing to let go&lt;br /&gt;That wants me to lead him but knows how to take control&lt;br /&gt;And when I am feeling down&lt;br /&gt;Cause things are going wrong&lt;br /&gt;He fills me up and makes me feel strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are that someone who loves me&lt;br /&gt;Through all my inperfections&lt;br /&gt;You know my heart is filled with nothing but good intentions&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that told me&lt;br /&gt;Long as we got us&lt;br /&gt;Nothing matters&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that sees the joy through the pain&lt;br /&gt;You are my light through the rain&lt;br /&gt;Here and now&lt;br /&gt;Boy I am saying&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;You're my heart&lt;br /&gt;It's you&lt;br /&gt;Your that someone I can truly say that I'll never find another love like you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-5896181045081347688?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/5896181045081347688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=5896181045081347688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/5896181045081347688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/5896181045081347688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-song.html' title='His Song'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SYEUzcKRVRI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pAL5tiOtZs0/s72-c/moni1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-7755611150583548871</id><published>2009-01-27T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T17:20:28.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Love</title><content type='html'>I am on a quest to find that hot love that will wake me up in the morning . That love filled with lots of sugar and steam. A love that is freshly brewed and everytime you have it you are refreshed. Im talking about black love. A love so beautiful and rare . I came across this Youtube video and wanted to share this with you. I hope you enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WIAGPVgzhnU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WIAGPVgzhnU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-7755611150583548871?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/7755611150583548871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=7755611150583548871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7755611150583548871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7755611150583548871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/black-love.html' title='Black Love'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-4419197205964073838</id><published>2009-01-20T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:48:36.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL </title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOS0hO7M8aU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YOS0hO7M8aU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/4265270404634970658-4419197205964073838?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/4419197205964073838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=4419197205964073838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/4419197205964073838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/4419197205964073838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/america-beautiful.html' title='AMERICA THE BEAUTIFUL '/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-3659066609234505207</id><published>2009-01-20T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:27:31.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters By Blood...Best Friends By Choice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SXYJS1iHA2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/X984SOI8yoI/s1600-h/mo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293428631233037154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 357px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SXYJS1iHA2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/X984SOI8yoI/s400/mo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every little girl has someone they look up to. A person they want to be like when they get older. A person they emulate in the mirror. A person that every time you see them , they serve as a reminder of what you aspire to be . My whole life I have admired one person. This person in my eyes is gorgeous , smart, strong, funny and overall dynamic. This person is my older sister Melissa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always known I was blessed to have the girl people wanted to be , or admired to call my sister. There are no words to truly explain how much she means to me. I have never met a person like her. She is the most selfless, courageous and faithful person I have ever met. As a child we had the typical big sister , little sister relationship. I always followed her around(I actually still do that now), did everything she did, eavesdropped on her conversations, wanted to hang out with her and her friends, got her in trouble, cried for her when someone hurt her feelings and twisted her ankle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my years of living I have never met a person who has believed in me , more than I believe in myself sometimes. I can always count on Melissa to have my back , even when I don't deserve it. I have lots of friends who have older sisters and they don't have a relationship like ours. I can tell my sister anything and know it will stay just between us. We have our own inside jokes. If I need a good laugh , she is a phone call away. When I'm too scared to drive home long distance, she will take off work to come and get me. If I fall , she encourages me and helps me to get back up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is a special person. She is creative, artistic, funny, eclectic, spiritual, domestic, loyal, trustworthy, honest, real, blunt, helpful,and inspiring. She has taught me what it means to give with a cheerful heart. She is a true example of a phenomenal woman. Who ever is privileged enough to marry my sister, will be a lucky man. She is beautiful inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my sister reads this I want her to know that all the advice she gives me , I listen . All the times you were there for me when I needed you most , I will never forget it . When my life was spiraling out of control, you were there to keep me grounded . When I was ready to stop fighting , you stepped in and fought for me. When I wanted to be just li&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SXYHtsGHyOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PwB4XOxgXgw/s1600-h/mo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293426893532940514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SXYHtsGHyOI/AAAAAAAAAGI/PwB4XOxgXgw/s400/mo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ke you , you encouraged me to be an individual. When all the people I thought were my friends let me down, you were there to help lift me up . I will continue to strive for greatness , to make you and the rest of the family proud. I will always have your back. When I make it big , you will too. Many will never know a sister like you or a relationship like we have. You are the greatest example for Melanie and I. When the three of us get together, we can not be stopped . The Mitchell girls, a.k.a. " Sharon Chirrun" are a powerful group of women, with strong successful destinies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you all the time , but I am going to tell you once again , Thank You. Thank you for loving me, and being the BEST big sister I have ever known. &lt;/span&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/4265270404634970658-3659066609234505207?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/3659066609234505207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=3659066609234505207&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/3659066609234505207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/3659066609234505207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/sisters-by-bloodbest-friends-by-choice.html' title='Sisters By Blood...Best Friends By Choice'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SXYJS1iHA2I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/X984SOI8yoI/s72-c/mo2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-2734394809210459846</id><published>2009-01-20T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:13:51.678-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barack Obama'/><title type='text'>Barack Hussein Obama: A Day That Goes Down In History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SXYGOqqC1xI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZEQvBlyk_bs/s1600-h/barack-obama404_672648c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293425261059168018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SXYGOqqC1xI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZEQvBlyk_bs/s400/barack-obama404_672648c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;January 20 , 2009 marks the day that a dream was not only realized , but is now a reality . Millions of people young and old, black and white, big and small have flocked to our nations capital to watch our 44th President be sworn into office . Barack H.Obama , a bi-racial man has rekindled hope in so many hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many never thought they would see a black man in the White House . Not as a cook , or secret service agent , but as President of the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart has smiled this morning as I have watched history unfold right before my eyes. This morning I have been watching the news coverage . I listened as an older black woman cried telling the reporter the last time she stood in front of the Washington monument was when Martin Luther King gave the " I Have A Dream Speech". Another woman from Ghana , traveled from Africa to be apart of the momentous occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Barack Obama represents the power of faith . This man had faith in himself that he could do whatever he put his mind to. God used him as a vessel to show others that faith as small as a mustard seed can grow into something bigger. I feel so blessed and honored to be living through history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I am not in D.C to be amongst the crowds to just hear his voice, today is a special day for my country. It's a day that my ancestors died for . A day that our forefathers wrote about when they wrote, " All men are created equal". Today is the result of the pursuit of happiness. A day that symbolizes hopes and dreams. A day that reminds me that what God has an infinite plan for all of us ,if we just BELIEVE. Watching the televised event put a sense of pride in my heart . Watching Barack, Michelle, Malia, and Sasha take their place on that stage ignited a fire of inspiration in my heart . No weapon formed against the progression of our nation shall prosper. I pray that God will surround our new president with an army of angels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting my hand over my heart and reciting the Pledge of Allegiance and singing the Star-Spangled Banner have a whole new meaning as freedom continues to ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY INAUGURATION DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-2734394809210459846?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/2734394809210459846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=2734394809210459846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/2734394809210459846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/2734394809210459846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/barack-hussein-obama-day-that-goes-down.html' title='Barack Hussein Obama: A Day That Goes Down In History'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SXYGOqqC1xI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ZEQvBlyk_bs/s72-c/barack-obama404_672648c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-7706597301955809305</id><published>2009-01-13T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:43:20.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Houston...are you there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SWy2Y9efYvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KB4NQNOwXzc/s1600-h/Houston.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290804202189054706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SWy2Y9efYvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KB4NQNOwXzc/s400/Houston.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Houston&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is bigger in Texas..thats what they say. But sooner than later...I will get a chance to see for myself . One of my favorite things to do is travel . I love traveling because you get to see how other people are living. You step outside of the thing called life and experience the lives of others. In my lifetime I have traveled over seas and been all around the country. My next destination is Houston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houston the home of Beyonce, Paul Wall is my next playground . The oil ladden city is also known as " The Bayou City" . I am going to the city of the" Stanky Leg" and "Ricky Bobby" to celebrate the birth of a friend. I am so excited ..I must admit . The city is filled with rich creole culture, style and spice .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Houston treats me right ... who knows I might jut become it's newest resident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-7706597301955809305?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/7706597301955809305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=7706597301955809305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7706597301955809305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7706597301955809305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/houstonare-you-there.html' title='Houston...are you there?'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SWy2Y9efYvI/AAAAAAAAAF4/KB4NQNOwXzc/s72-c/Houston.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-1047225967255976096</id><published>2009-01-07T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:46:01.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMU ...Excellence With Caring...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SWVZt7WYwJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/24C0tkSr45M/s1600-h/FOote+hilyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288731982977089682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SWVZt7WYwJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/24C0tkSr45M/s400/FOote+hilyer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SWVZoRtHqDI/AAAAAAAAAFo/WMDzdasvH4E/s1600-h/FOote+hilyer.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today was my first day back on " The Hill" and I was so disappointed. It was cold, windy,and gray. Students were walking around like zombies and like someone just took their best friend.Over the break &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FAMU&lt;/span&gt; had this bright idea to upgrade the system that allows students to take care of all their obligations. That would include schedules, financial aid,meal plans, and book vouchers. Everything that is essential to a student starting the semester off right. The OUR &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FAMU&lt;/span&gt; system has been shutdown for almost a month for upgrades . Once the site came back up it suffered many malfunctions leaving a reported 3500 students left without a schedule or enrollment for the spring semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am a pretty responsible student , so I did the majority of my schedule before I left for break to ensure I had everything in order. My education is funded through scholarships, so I have to prepare my schedule in advance. As a scholar in order to maintain my scholarship I must maintain 15 credits per semester. I am currently registered for 12 credits. I have been trying to register for this one particular class, but can't because I need a permission code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So I decided to walk to the Grand Ballroom only to be stopped. The line was wrapped around the building . Some students had been standing in line since 6 am, but they did not open the door until 9 am. Previously the day before, some students stood in line for 6 hours only to walk away without a schedule or a smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday , so many people were trying to get their classes situated. I heard &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Foote&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hilyer&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FAMU's&lt;/span&gt; administration office) called a SWAT team on students . A SWAT team ???.. You call a SWAT on students who are taking control of their education? Who are trying to make sure they get their net checks ? Who are making sure that they are enrolled in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There is so much confusion and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;frustration&lt;/span&gt; on campus right now, its unbelievable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am die hard RATTLER. I bleed orange and green. I carry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;FAMU&lt;/span&gt; with me where ever I go .The chaos and despair that has broken loose across my campus is mind boggling. I'm not sure who is responsible for the poor planning , but I hope it is rectified ASAP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-1047225967255976096?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/1047225967255976096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=1047225967255976096&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/1047225967255976096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/1047225967255976096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/famu-excellence-with-caring.html' title='FAMU ...Excellence With Caring...'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SWVZt7WYwJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/24C0tkSr45M/s72-c/FOote+hilyer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-6295126429729672882</id><published>2009-01-06T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T13:55:38.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back In the Habit...FAMU I ♥ Thee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SWPR36Rs2dI/AAAAAAAAAFg/i_pMok32Ih0/s1600-h/FAMU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288301145929603538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SWPR36Rs2dI/AAAAAAAAAFg/i_pMok32Ih0/s400/FAMU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Winter break is over and the true test has begun. I am back in the place that I love so much, but also caused me so much stress and worry. After a great 3 weeks off from school, now is the time to put everything I learned to work. All the posts I have written I am going to utilize in my own life.Coming back to the highest of seven hills,I feel so refreshed . I feel like a completely different person . I am filled with optimism and excitement. I'm leaving 2008 in 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the new semester takes off , I'm interested in seeing what it holds. I have learned so many lessons and have reflected so much . I am hopeful that these new life lessons will be put to good use. The past tests in my life I failed , due to lack of studying, experience and knowledge. But the tests that lie ahead of me , I am preparing now to pass .&lt;/span&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/4265270404634970658-6295126429729672882?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/6295126429729672882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=6295126429729672882&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/6295126429729672882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/6295126429729672882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-in-habitfamu-i-thee.html' title='Back In the Habit...FAMU I &amp;hearts; Thee'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SWPR36Rs2dI/AAAAAAAAAFg/i_pMok32Ih0/s72-c/FAMU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-4877547700531439641</id><published>2009-01-05T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T13:38:44.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Can Make the Difference ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SWJ92cSs6NI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3oHW6-8JsBs/s1600-h/positive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287927286747424978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SWJ92cSs6NI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3oHW6-8JsBs/s400/positive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Stick and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me", is what parents tell their children to tell bullies on the playground. But in reality words can hurt you more than stick and stones . Someone can physically hurt and although it may hurt , the pain eventually goes away. Words are much more powerful . If someone uses hurtful words , the pain can last a lifetime .&lt;br /&gt;Words for many people shape their destiny and view of themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can start and end relationships. Words can build or destroy someone .Words are so powerful that when they are released from your mouth they become apart of the atmosphere and begin to unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother always reminds me to be careful what I say , because it can come to pass.In the bible it talks about bridling the tongue. That with words you can speak life and death. Proverbs 18:21 says" Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are much more than letters scrambled together to make a sound . They can make the difference and bridge the gap in many things that many hope for .With the New Year in tow I'm changing the words that come out of my mouth . I'm changing the way that I think , because thoughts become actions and words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words and Faith go hand in hand. Faith is the substance of things hoped for. It is a strong belief in things that you desire . Words help to ignite faith and keep it alive . Saying negative words can take away things you have faith for.Speak and think positively. Negative thoughts render negative results. Believe that what you say you want..you can really have . Don't talk yourself out of your destiny. Once you deposit words , you can never take them back. So in conversation say things that will enrich your life, and think before you say them . Even when life throws lemons at you , speak life and positive things into your life .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Quarrels end, but words once spoken never die”-African Proverb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-4877547700531439641?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/4877547700531439641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=4877547700531439641&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/4877547700531439641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/4877547700531439641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/words-can-make-difference.html' title='Words Can Make the Difference ....'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SWJ92cSs6NI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/3oHW6-8JsBs/s72-c/positive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-626716795869320656</id><published>2009-01-04T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T19:10:29.338-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Music For The Soul...</title><content type='html'>Anita Baker- No One in the World Live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/enSwVxoqksA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/enSwVxoqksA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22425%22%20height=%22344%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;http://&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/enSwVxoqksA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/enSwVxoqksA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my top favorite songs... ENJOY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-626716795869320656?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/626716795869320656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=626716795869320656&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/626716795869320656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/626716795869320656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/real-music-for-soul.html' title='Real Music For The Soul...'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-4973444769018251200</id><published>2009-01-01T17:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:01:55.659-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Game'/><title type='text'>The Game CANCELLED?!?!?!?!?.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SV1zyVcSFPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UTdOe2m_x3g/s1600-h/the_game-show.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286508846189253874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SV1zyVcSFPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UTdOe2m_x3g/s400/the_game-show.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So..... my heart skipped a beat when I read that " The Game" on The CW might be cancelled , only after its third season. CANCELLED?!?!..is the only word that stood out . If this show gets cancelled I don't know what I am going to do to satisfy my craving for entertainment. I have already had to cope with the station moving the show from prime time on Monday night , to no time on Friday. Now they are trying to take it from me all together. They must be stopped . Something must be done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just I got that awful feeling in the pit of my stomach..like when "Girlfriends" was cancelled in the middle of the season. They cancelled " Girlfriends" before I even got the chance to see Joan get married or Lynn do something with her life. " Girlfriends" is one those classic shows that every woman loves .I know "The Game" is on its way to being a classic.This is the only show left on The CW that caters to black people, other than "Everybody Hates Chris" ." The Game" is really one of the best shows on television that caters to blacks 18 and up. There is always non-stop drama . Always some kind of twists and turns . The shows writers keep me tuned in that's why I watch it every Friday, and if I miss it I watch it online. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melanie , Derwin, Tasha,Malik, Jason and Kelly are an intricate part of my life . They make my Fridays nights. What would life be without them ? Boring and drab. I don't want to deal with not knowing what will happen to Derwin's baby? If Melanie will ever make it on her own? Will Kelly and Jason get back together? Will Tasha finally let Malik grow up? ...My mind is racing . I pray The CW will make the right decision and keep the show on air. Until then, I will be sitting on my bed patiently waiting for January 9 at 8:30 to come when the new episodes air . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-4973444769018251200?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/4973444769018251200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=4973444769018251200&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/4973444769018251200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/4973444769018251200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/game-cancelled.html' title='The Game CANCELLED?!?!?!?!?.....'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SV1zyVcSFPI/AAAAAAAAAFI/UTdOe2m_x3g/s72-c/the_game-show.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-7978610031964455723</id><published>2009-01-01T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T16:08:06.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Song for the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mary Mary-Get Up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZGvVj9HMLKs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZGvVj9HMLKs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-7978610031964455723?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/7978610031964455723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=7978610031964455723&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7978610031964455723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7978610031964455723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/song-for-new-year.html' title='Song for the New Year'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-8101690669880705243</id><published>2009-01-01T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:16:16.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Year In Review...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite New Movies: Wanted , Step Brothers, Baby Mother, Secret Life of Bees, Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Singers: Jazmine Sullivan , Solange Knowles ,Usher, Johnta Austin. Lalah Hathaway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Albums that got me through: Jazmine Sullivan "Fearless" Usher " Here I Stand" Lalah Hathaway " Self-Portrait" Solange Knowles "Sol-Angel and the Hadley St. Dreams"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite TV Show : The Game &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Trips : Orlando (Spring Break/Orlando Classic) Washington D.C New Orleans/Baton Rouge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Gossip Site: Young, Black and Fabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Jeans: Seven's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Shoes: Black Steve Madden Boots and Nine West Pumps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Organization: Presidential Ambassadors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Biggest Honor: Miss Presidential Ambassador &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Purse: White Dereon Hobo Bag &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Accessory: Gold Lion Necklace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where I spent the most money : Forever 21 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Year must have : IPOD/ Digital Camera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Quote: "When people show you who they are, believe them...the first time." - Maya Angelou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Perfume: Sean John Unforgivable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Biggest Accomplishment: Interning at FOX 5/ Driving on the expressway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite New Food: Jambalaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Treat: Chocolate Devotion( Coldstone) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Drink: Spunch( Hi-C Fruit Punch and Sprite)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite New Pastime: FAMU Football Games &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Repeat on IPOD: " Dope Fiend" Johnta Austin " You Are My Joy" Kenoly Brothers "Suffocate" J.Holiday "Prototype"Jazmne Sullivan "White Picket Dreams" Solange &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Restaurant:Stevie B's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Movies I Watched The Most: Love Jones and Why Did I Get Married, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite New Drink: Water &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Inside Quotes:" Man Down" " So ..Not Corporate" " Not so much ...more so less" " That's what he like " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"Hey Lil Hot Sausage" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Where you can always find me : Facebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite people: My Family(Duh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Body Spray: Magnolia Blossom ( Bath and Body Works)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite Restaurant : Stevie B's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Best Thing I've Ever Done: Enlarged My Territory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Place I Miss The Most: Miami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Concert I Missed: Maxwell and Jazmine Sullivan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Favorite News Show: The View/Entertainment Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;People who made me laugh: My sisters/ Paul Mooney/ Jamie Foxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Things I will miss the most: Laughs and Love&lt;br /&gt;Things I'm happy to leave behind: Situations, Drama, Relationships,Stress&lt;br /&gt;Things I'm taking to 2009 : Friends, Happiness, Growth, Prosperity, and Dreams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-8101690669880705243?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/8101690669880705243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=8101690669880705243&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8101690669880705243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8101690669880705243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-year-in-review.html' title='My Year In Review...'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-8098617945848198036</id><published>2009-01-01T11:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T12:19:00.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-bye 2008.Hello 2009.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SV0kI9tMRbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n2A9S_xlAik/s1600-h/2009.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286421274024494514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SV0kI9tMRbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n2A9S_xlAik/s400/2009.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;So it's finally here ...2009 that is . It crept up and is here to stay. It seems like 2008 went by like a whirlwind. I must admit I am very happy to say farewell to 2008 because honestly ,it just was not that great . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Everyone across the world has constructed this long list of resolutions , to do more of this and a little less of that .The usual diet plans, erasing people out of phone books, and dedicating time to a good cause. Personally, I have decided to make a lifestyle change and work on being better everyday . Last year has taught me alot . Even in it's last hours . The most important person I learned about in 2008 was me. After GOD , I come first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I have learned I can't please everybody. I have learned to take the limits off and enlarge my territory. I have learned to think positively , even when things are bad. I have learned that prayer changes things . I have learned some relationships will not last forever , so I just gotta let them go . I have learned never to make anyone a priority , when I am merely an option. I have learned to see the good in everything. I have learned to sow good seeds, to reap good rewards. I have learned to love the ones who love me most . I have learned not to tell everything..keep somethings for myself. I have learned to be myself in all things I do .I have learned that with success comes much sacrifice. I have learned that even when I think I am alone ,GOD is right there with me. I have learned that everything happens for a reason, whether I see the intended end or not. I have found happiness in the little things .The biggest lesson I have learned is to let go and let GOD. With the events of 2008 , nothing surprises me anymore . When it comes to life you live, learn and do better . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;So going into 2009, I will continue to grow as a person. I will continue to make my dreams a reality .I'm not going to wait for anyone to give me anything , with hard work comes rewards .I am going to keep my goals ahead of me .I'm excited for the New Year. I pray it brings good health, favor, opportunities, boldness, new friends ,new relationships , happiness , desires of my heart , traveling , prosperity and achievement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yep, in 2009 I'm acting brand new.If you keep doing the same things the same way ,you get the same results. For 2009 I desire something new and fresh, I want some different results.I'm going to squeeze every bit of juice out of life .I am going to step into the spotlight.I know and believe in my heart GOD is about to do something great for everyone ,especially me.I have a spirit of expectancy and you should too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;As we go into in the New Year stay focused and be blessed. Please remember that with GOD anything is possible . Just believe and hold on to your DREAMS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Love yah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;MoMitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/4265270404634970658-8098617945848198036?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/8098617945848198036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=8098617945848198036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8098617945848198036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8098617945848198036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2009/01/good-bye-2008hello-2009.html' title='Good-bye 2008.Hello 2009.'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SV0kI9tMRbI/AAAAAAAAAEo/n2A9S_xlAik/s72-c/2009.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-457295273286798927</id><published>2008-12-30T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:48:25.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Need Love....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVrKjH4gbnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/S61oz8bUC10/s1600-h/Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285759817432985202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVrKjH4gbnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/S61oz8bUC10/s400/Pictures.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When " Singles Ladies" comes on you can find women swaying their hips in the club, doing the choreography in their living rooms or moving their hands left to right in the car . But the question is are all singles ladies really content with being single? Do they really enjoy going home to their empty bed? Do they really like going out with all their friends , who at the end of the night have some one to go home to? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Many people are single by circumstance and others by choice. Relationships are like viruses some catch them and others don't . I must admit ....I am a hopeless romantic. I always try to find the beauty in love, even though currently I am not in it. I love to see people in love ,because I have hope my turn is coming .I think a lot people these days have given up on the power of love for many reasons like,sexual indiscretion,lying, incompatibility,differences and immaturity. Or better yet they just are not equipped for it .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I read today that Eva Marcille Pigford is engaged to Lance Gross . They are the inspiration for my post .Gross spoke to Essence.com about his engagement and said," I knew the day I laid eyes on her because I just got that feeling.She took full control of my heart and is the only woman that has ever made me feel that way—that’s how I knew she was special.” After reading this I wondered does love at first sight really exist? I honestly can't answer that . I just believe when love chooses someone there is no way to runaway from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Now love for everyone has not been a fairytale. It has caused many heartache and pain. What makes love so unpredictable is that one does not know the expiration date.It can last for a season or lifetime. Love that goes wrong teaches you to forgive, not necessarily forget. Love teaches you life lessons and prepares you for next time. In life everything happens for a reason .Love that doesn't kill you only makes you stronger. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;One must love themselves first ,before they can truly love someone else .Love is not a substitute for completion , but a remedy for loneliness. At the end of the day, everybody needs love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;As the New Year approaches I know quite a few people have vowed to never love again and if they do, not to give it away so freely . Some people have to be made a believer when it comes to love .Love should never be underestimated. I have learned as a believer in God, (this goes for anything),if it can happen for your neighbor , it can DEFINITELY happen for you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-457295273286798927?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/457295273286798927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=457295273286798927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/457295273286798927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/457295273286798927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2008/12/lovedoes-it-really-exist.html' title='We Need Love....'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVrKjH4gbnI/AAAAAAAAAEY/S61oz8bUC10/s72-c/Pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-1835975011461783616</id><published>2008-12-29T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T14:05:35.137-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVlriKVc08I/AAAAAAAAAD4/cXb5JNEWglE/s1600-h/4GG%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVloqGE32vI/AAAAAAAAADw/iVqGaLSXd10/s1600-h/GIgi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285370710090832626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVloqGE32vI/AAAAAAAAADw/iVqGaLSXd10/s400/GIgi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; December 30, 2007 marks the day that my grandmother Rose Marie Clark-Johnson died . It marks the day I lost my twin and biggest fan. The day I lost the woman whose hips I inherited. The day I lost the lady who gave birth to my father . The day I lost the woman who called me "her heart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gigi ,as she is affectionately known was a very unique woman . She knew how to walk into a room and make everybody laugh . Everyone that knew her would say" Now you know Rose is crazy." In one breathe she would cuss you clean out and in the other tell you she loved you and pass you a twenty dollar bill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shared countless memories with her. I remember going to her house for the Martin Luther King Jr. Parade on 62nd street and 23rd Ave drinking jug juices and hot dogs . I remember going to Goombay in The Grove dancing with the Junkanoo. I remember her letting me drive her van when I was 14 , it was our little secret . I remember going to her house with a virus, she nursed me back to health and took me on a shopping spree. I remember her giving out gifts and she always gave me a little extra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was notorious for meeting someone and giving them another name.I remember she had nicknames for me and my sisters. My older sister was her first love , my little sister was her passion and I was her heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was a spunky, feisty, assertive , aggressive, humorous ,beautiful petite woman . She didn't have an old bone in her body . She came from a family where she was the only girl of five boys .So much so we couldn't call her grandma it was either Gigi , or auntie Gigi.She had a giving heart and was the life of the party . She was a true friend and one you could always count on. She was truly one of a kind.You could always find her in The Grove , Liberty City or Perrine at a funeral wake , social event , the casino , or just out and about . She was known for her gap , Christmas lights ,purple van and her pseudo personality, Conswella De La Rosa .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since I was little, I dreaded the day she would no longer be here . Now it is a year later that she has been gone and It still has not set in for me . I find myself thinking about her everyday . The way she said my name . The way she walked. The she wore her hair . The way she sang . The way she laughed . The way she smiled. The way she danced.The way she loved me . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although she is no longer here in body she left pieces of her on earth. I carry a piece of her with me everyday . When I look in the mirror at my figure I see her . I see her bright smile, humor , spunk and attitude. I miss her very much and know her existance was not in vain. She was truly a rose . A flower that spreads happiness, offers compassion and ultimately priceless. She gave 100% of herself to many people and she will never ever be&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVlsfBqYDTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GdrX87mARGw/s1600-h/4GG%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285374917973904690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVlsfBqYDTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/GdrX87mARGw/s400/4GG%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; forgotten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my grandmother and twin. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-1835975011461783616?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/1835975011461783616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=1835975011461783616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/1835975011461783616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/1835975011461783616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-rose.html' title='My Rose'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVloqGE32vI/AAAAAAAAADw/iVqGaLSXd10/s72-c/GIgi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-814510849128834238</id><published>2008-12-29T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T13:14:16.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Artist of the Week</title><content type='html'>When I think of style and finesse , one man comes to my mind, Usher . Usher is man that does it , and does it well . I will forever be a fan of his . His music has gotten me through somethangs. Whether he is married to Tameeka or not .. I will always be his number one fan.lol I dedicate this post to him. This is one of my favorite songs by him. I will never forget I was in the 11th grade when I saw him in concert perform this particular song. It took my breathe away. It did not hurt that my dad pulled some strings and got be backstage passes either . I hope you enjoy this as much as I always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject" height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GAMQstY6TM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" name="movie"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="true" name="allowFullScreen"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GAMQstY6TM&amp;amp;hl=" width="445" height="364" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;color1=" color2="0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Truly Special ..I Hope You Know Your Special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-814510849128834238?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/814510849128834238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=814510849128834238&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/814510849128834238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/814510849128834238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2008/12/artist-of-week_29.html' title='Artist of the Week'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-7516251351649733873</id><published>2008-12-27T12:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T14:12:50.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Just My God Given Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVaftAqAETI/AAAAAAAAADY/V5fCBejmQAk/s1600-h/100_3879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284586808384950578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVaftAqAETI/AAAAAAAAADY/V5fCBejmQAk/s400/100_3879.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;M.O.N.I.Q.U.E&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What's in a name? A name represents who a person is . It's the name given to them at birth and one of the only things that goes with them to the grave. Its amazing how a persons name can truly fit their personality, style, and attitude. A name encompasses a person as a whole and makes them who they are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Growing up I hated my name. I thought it was boring and old sounding . I hated the way it was spelled and rolled off my tongue. I felt like the only person in the whole world with the name Monique. I liked the name Keisha or Tatiana better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One day I decided to ask my parents why they named named Monique and they told me because it was made for just me. Made for me? I could not understand why. So I decided to define the meaning of my name for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Monique is of French descent. It derives from the names Mona and Monica. It means wonderful counselor or advisor . My middle name is the feminine version of Anthony . It means highly praiseworthy and priceless. It has Latin and French descent . My last name means he who is like God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking at the definition of my entire name it defines who I am .The definition makes me a special and unique person. I am truly my god given name . I am a good friend who offers great advice when called upon .I love to talk so when I start , I can't stop. As an individual I stand out . I don't do things everyone else does . I have my own mind and dance to the beat of my own drum . Although I am sometimes misunderstood I do things my own way and in my own time . I am a go getter , humorous ,highly intelligent and creative . I love to meet and get to know new people . I love to laugh and be happy. When people get to know me, they love me. Even when things in my life are crazy , you would never know it because I keep a smile on my face .I have a pure heart and good intentions. I love LOVE and enjoy spreading it. Even when I make mistakes I try to learn from them . I am beautiful inside and out .I am definitely priceless in a sense that I am one of a kind . I am very spiritual. Everyday I am on a personal journey with god , to be more like him . Ultimately my name is perfect for me and I carry it well . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mom was right when she said my name was made for me. I understand now why no one else in my class had my name . Why the way it is spelled and pronounced is different. It is because I am different. I never understood why it stands out until I got to know myself and understood who I am . I love my god given name . I am Monique Antoinette . Nothing More and nothing less . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I encourage you to define your name for yourself . You might be surprised of what you may discover. It true when they say its all in the name. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-7516251351649733873?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/7516251351649733873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=7516251351649733873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7516251351649733873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7516251351649733873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2008/12/god-given-name.html' title='I&apos;m Just My God Given Name'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVaftAqAETI/AAAAAAAAADY/V5fCBejmQAk/s72-c/100_3879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-7270965211329152213</id><published>2008-12-26T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T17:19:03.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all about the chase..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://%3cobject%20width=%22445%22%20height=%22364%22%3e%3cparam%20name=%22movie%22%20value=%22http//www.youtube.com/v/7Ml80LUm1H8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowFullScreen%22%20value=%22true%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cparam%20name=%22allowscriptaccess%22%20value=%22always%22%3E%3C/param%3E%3Cembed%20src=%22http://www.youtube.com/v/7Ml80LUm1H8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1%22%20type=%22application/x-shockwave-flash%22%20allowscriptaccess=%22always%22%20allowfullscreen=%22true%22%20width=%22445%22%20height=%22364%22%3E%3C/embed%3E%3C/object%3E"&gt;&lt;object height="364" width="445"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Ml80LUm1H8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7Ml80LUm1H8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long day of shopping ..I can't seem to get Sweet Lady by Tyrese out of my head . I love this song for so many reasons .Sweet Lady exemplifies the beauty of the chase . You know... when a man actually pursues a woman without any games .The type of chase when a man recognizes a woman for who she is and is willing to do whatever it takes to be with her. (This can go both ways however, I'm going to look at it from a female prospective). Women love a man who has taken the time to notice and get to know her. He has admired from afar her intelligence, personality , smile and style . He has asked around about her and is waiting for the right moment to say the right thing .When he has his house in order he goes in for the kill , without being being too aggressive. I mean his house is clean of all the exes , drama, girlfriends,lies emotional baggage and immaturity . He is just ready for love. Like the song says he wants her to be his" Lady".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might seem like I have really read into this song , but when I hear it this is what I think of. With age comes maturity. As we get older , men and women are looking for relationships that are meaningful. I talk to my girl friends all the time and most say the same thing. They are ready to be with men who are ready to be with them. This post is not to male bash . Trust me I know they are a lot of women who are just as messy. This is just a reminder to men and women to step their game up .Pursuing someone is great , but if there are no good intentions, it's meaningless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-7270965211329152213?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/7270965211329152213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=7270965211329152213&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7270965211329152213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7270965211329152213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-good-men.html' title='It&apos;s all about the chase..'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-8769907161606451325</id><published>2008-12-25T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:18:15.095-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....Slow to come...Quick to leave...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVSEltSeNII/AAAAAAAAADQ/h548vit5QvE/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283994046159533186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVSEltSeNII/AAAAAAAAADQ/h548vit5QvE/s400/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;......It's over. Christmas that is . I waited all year for my favorite holiday and its gone already. I must say this Christmas for me was great ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On this special day I laughed , cried, and reflected. I spread holiday cheer through texts and calls .I spent time with my family . I ate some goooooodddd foodd. I had 2 slices of red velvet cake. I played the Boy II Men Christmas CD 5 times. I talked to some old friends and rekindled some relationships.I realized how much I love and miss certain people. But the most important thing was I spent it with the people I love the most . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;In terms of gifts God blessed me with desires of my heart and a little extra . I got everything I wanted ...maybe except one thing, but , that's not all that important. Needless to say I had a very Merry Christmas . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know some may not have had a good Christmas. Whether it was because they reflected about losing a loved one , had no where to go , received no gifts or just were not in the spirit this year . Whatever the situation Christmas is a time to celebrate the life of Jesus and the gift of love and life . I am so grateful to have had a wonderful holiday experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;So as Christmas now runs to 2009 , I pray everyone had a holiday experience to remember. As the New Year peeks it's head , I hope we all remember to give love everyday and be grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-8769907161606451325?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/8769907161606451325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=8769907161606451325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8769907161606451325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8769907161606451325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2008/12/slow-to-comequick-to-leave.html' title='....Slow to come...Quick to leave...'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVSEltSeNII/AAAAAAAAADQ/h548vit5QvE/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-793573441686416024</id><published>2008-12-24T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T12:10:32.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some of my  Favorite Christmas Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;1. Let it snow Boys II Men&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Christmas in Jamaica Toni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. This Christmas Donny Hathaway&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4.Snowflakes of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt; Toni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5.Santa Claus Is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Comin&lt;/span&gt;' To Town The Jackson 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6.The Little Drummer Boy The Temptations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7.Your Not Alone Boy II Men&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8.All I want for Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt; Carey &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9.Little Drummer Boy Destiny's Child &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;10.Silent Night Destiny's Child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11.8 Days of Christmas Destiny's Child &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12.Joy to the world &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mariah&lt;/span&gt; Carey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;13.Oh Holy Night Christina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Aguliera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;14.Baby Its Cold Outside Dinah Shore Buddy Clarke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;15.Christmas Ain't Christmas (Without the One You Love)" The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;O'Jays&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;16.Give Love on Christmas day Jackson 5 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;17.Silver Bells Bing Crosby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;18.White Christmas Christina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aguliera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;19. O Come All Ye Faithful Faith Evans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20.This Christmas ( By any artist that has remade it) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;21. Silent Night ( By any artist that has remade it) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;......................The list goes on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;***Christmas is my FAVORITE holiday and time of year*** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-793573441686416024?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/793573441686416024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=793573441686416024&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/793573441686416024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/793573441686416024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-of-my-favorite-christmas-songs.html' title='Some of my  Favorite Christmas Songs'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-8570686578034079428</id><published>2008-12-24T11:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:18:45.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing you and yours a very Merry CHRISTmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVKIynOGhdI/AAAAAAAAADI/RSSMgxwndMY/s1600-h/christmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283435715961980370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVKIynOGhdI/AAAAAAAAADI/RSSMgxwndMY/s400/christmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Merry &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remember the real meaning of CHRISTmas is all in the name. CHRISTmas is the celebration of Jesus's birth. So on this holiday season when your giving those holiday gifts , give reverance to him. Say a little prayer and know it nots all about the gift receiving . It all about the giving .Be thankful for those people around you .Cherish special holiday moments. With a recession in tow, the holiday season will help you to appreciate all the little things that money cannot buy . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wish you and yours a Merry Little Christmas.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-8570686578034079428?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/8570686578034079428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=8570686578034079428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8570686578034079428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/8570686578034079428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2008/12/wishing-you-and-yours-very-merry.html' title='Wishing you and yours a very Merry CHRISTmas'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVKIynOGhdI/AAAAAAAAADI/RSSMgxwndMY/s72-c/christmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-7979486974063352759</id><published>2008-12-23T19:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T10:59:26.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Delicacy : Chitterlings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVGoSmu_pZI/AAAAAAAAADA/mVz6-hkr0ag/s1600-h/ChitlinsSmall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283188875471070610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVGoSmu_pZI/AAAAAAAAADA/mVz6-hkr0ag/s400/ChitlinsSmall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Chitterlings has been an African-American staple for decades and decades . Some run to them and others choose to runaway. Their signature smell is what makes them unique and truly a delicacy in the black community. The question lies : What exactly are Chitterlings? Where did they come from? Why are they so popular?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Chitterlings are made from hog intestines or rectum . During the time of slavery , slave masters would slaughter pigs and give the pig remains to slaves .That would include pig ears, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;neckbones&lt;/span&gt;, feet and internal organs . Slaves were forced to survive off of the foods their masters provided for them .From these remains they created southern traditions like chitterlings and souse .Chitterlings are cleaned ,boiled,and steamed. They are prepared and served over a bed of rice or noodles .Back in the day chitterlings were considered "poor people food" . It was all that poor people could afford .But chitterlings represented more than poor people , but a southern tradition.&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;Chitterlings are usually not served alone. They are served with other soul food dishes like macaroni and cheese, collard greens, black eyed peas, fried chicken and yams just to name a few . &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;Every Thanksgiving , Christmas or New Years dinner , the young and the old gather around dinner tables to eat chitterlings . In some cases,people don't need a holiday as a reason to eat chitterlings, they eat them throughout the year. Chitterlings and other southern dishes are responsible for bringing families together.However chitterlings are viewed one thing is for sure, the legacy of chitterlings will never die . It will continue to be passed from generation to generation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-7979486974063352759?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/7979486974063352759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=7979486974063352759&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7979486974063352759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/7979486974063352759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-delicacy-chitterlings.html' title='Holiday Delicacy : Chitterlings'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVGoSmu_pZI/AAAAAAAAADA/mVz6-hkr0ag/s72-c/ChitlinsSmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-4548911923573564201</id><published>2008-12-23T15:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:04:37.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"When the going gets tough..the tough gets going"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I guess its true when they say "home is where the heart is" , cause that is definitely where mine is . Don't get me wrong I love the college life , and most especially FAMU . I have just fallen out of love with being stressed everyday , and always under some kind of pressure. I'm just happy to be be able to relax, laugh and enjoy myself without any responsibility..and it feels good .Since some recent events in my life,I have started to read my bible more and find my comfort in the presence of GOD. Some people find comfort in other things to escape their reality , but my secret place lies in GOD and prayer.I have found myself walking with him alot more lately..cause when people fail you GOD will always be there. For the past few weeks , after traveling and studying , I have found myself ..BY myself . But I realized I was not by myself at all ...GOD was with me the whole time. When GOD has a point to prove or wants to show you something he gets you all alone so he can speak to you . Many may not understand..but because GOD is so awesome ..their understanding is not warranted .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm surfing the Net I always see this quote "God grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change; courage to change the things I can and wisdom to know the difference". I never really paid it any attention until I applied it in my life. There are just somethings you will never understand you just gotta look up to GOD and know that he will not put more on you than you can bare. You can't fix everything , things must be done in the right season. This year has been very interesting .I have experienced heartache, dissapointment , fear , favor , happiness...let's just say I have probably experienced every emotion possible the good and bad. This semester I have learned alot. I think one of the greatest things I have learned is not to limit myself to people,opportunities and relationships. You may surprise yourself of what can actually blossom .Sometimes with growth and maturity ,comes seperation from familiar things .Getting away from it all has made me refocus on what really matters . It has ignited this flame within me to step into my purpose and be who I was called to be . Its kinda crazy how things in your life never happen the way you plan it. How relationships you think will last forever end abruptly...&lt;br /&gt;but somehow GOD places  people in your life to pick up where others left off. I must say this ride called life has taken me for a spin. I am no longer that little girl who thinks everything has a happy ending. I am now a growing woman who believes in creating her own destiny . Home for me puts everything into perspective and boy do I have a BRAND NEW outlook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-4548911923573564201?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/4548911923573564201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=4548911923573564201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/4548911923573564201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/4548911923573564201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-sweet-home.html' title='&quot;When the going gets tough..the tough gets going&quot;'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-6549719382034119718</id><published>2008-12-23T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:23:41.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cup of Hot Chocolate..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVEoO6mAg8I/AAAAAAAAACY/Db6EXkxkO9Y/s1600-h/morris1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283048074594255810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVEoO6mAg8I/AAAAAAAAACY/Db6EXkxkO9Y/s400/morris1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was in the sixth grade when I laid my eyes on him. He walked into the room with a wide colgate smile , brown trechcoat and the Roots began to play in the background. That is when I realized the beauty of dark skin men. If you are wondering who this man is ..well it is Morris Chestnut. The place was in the theater watching "The Best Man" . He become the prototype of the man I wanted to marry . He has played the leading man in several movies like " Two Can Play that Game" , "The Brothers" , " The Inkwell" , and " Like Mike" , just to name a few. Sadly , for the last several years he has kinda fallen off. He has acted in low budget movies and lost his swag. As I sat in my living room watching TV yesterday . His picture flashed across the screen .That same smile and chiseled body And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVEoYezn49I/AAAAAAAAACg/dYT7MCtczBs/s1600-h/morris-chestnut2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283048238933861330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVEoYezn49I/AAAAAAAAACg/dYT7MCtczBs/s400/morris-chestnut2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lets just say ..he took my breath away . I felt like that 12 year old again sitting in the theater. He has a starring role in the upcoming movie " Not Easily Broken". He has a redefined look with a bald head and sharper edge. I am so happy to see him back on the map and it does not hurt to have a little eye candy either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-6549719382034119718?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/6549719382034119718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=6549719382034119718&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/6549719382034119718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/6549719382034119718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2008/12/hot-chocolate.html' title='A Cup of Hot Chocolate..'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVEoO6mAg8I/AAAAAAAAACY/Db6EXkxkO9Y/s72-c/morris1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-1075790031944763015</id><published>2008-12-22T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:17:56.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTIST OF THE WEEK</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282800236852913346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVBG03D3pMI/AAAAAAAAABo/4RYLmEh8FLs/s400/me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;KEYSHIA COLE - A DIFFERENT ME&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite CD for the holiday season. Keyshia Cole has grown as an artist and I love it .My favorite tracks on the LP are :A Different Me (Intro) and Brand New&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Check this out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ehmdqCfuATo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ehmdqCfuATo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-1075790031944763015?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/1075790031944763015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=1075790031944763015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/1075790031944763015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/1075790031944763015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2008/12/artist-of-week.html' title='ARTIST OF THE WEEK'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVBG03D3pMI/AAAAAAAAABo/4RYLmEh8FLs/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-5121608243832025025</id><published>2008-12-22T16:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:18:20.123-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAMILY'/><title type='text'>A FAMILY THAT PRAYS TOGETHER...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVAzVU4U0yI/AAAAAAAAABY/JhkoRR0RfpU/s1600-h/FAMILY+MO.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When searching for the definition of the word family many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;definitions&lt;/span&gt; come up. One is any group of persons closely related by blood. The family that I come from, we share more than blood. We share an irreplaceable bond. As I have gotten older I realized that I am so fortunate to be blessed with such a dynamic family. For those who know me ,my family is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVAwoiB8kLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5JcimsvTf0g/s1600-h/FAMILY+MO.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282775835793461426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVAwoiB8kLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5JcimsvTf0g/s400/FAMILY+MO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; my top priority. They are my place of refuge , my anchor and foundation. There are not enough words to describe what they mean to me. When I am home I can't laugh enough , eat enough or be happy enough. Family serves a reminder of where you come from. Family is more than blood or kinship , it is a relationship that teaches you to grow and keeps you going . No matter what I am going through or what situation I am running from I can always count on my family to make me see the light. I dedicate this portion of my blog to my family. They are indeed my rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-5121608243832025025?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/5121608243832025025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=5121608243832025025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/5121608243832025025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/5121608243832025025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-that-prays-together.html' title='A FAMILY THAT PRAYS TOGETHER...'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVAwoiB8kLI/AAAAAAAAABQ/5JcimsvTf0g/s72-c/FAMILY+MO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265270404634970658.post-2188114732282590901</id><published>2008-12-22T15:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T11:26:56.276-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Different Me'/><title type='text'>I WOULD LIKE TO INTRODUCE A DIFFERENT SIDE OF ME...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVApzUf-VzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Fk9Q0l4jKuo/s1600-h/mONI3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282768324558477106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVApzUf-VzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Fk9Q0l4jKuo/s400/mONI3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As 2008 closes out , I am doing things a little differently. This year has truly been an experience . I have learned so much about life, people,and myself . I have learned that in life in order to get a little you must give a little. In order to succeed there are some sacrifices that must be made. Life is unpredictable and the only thing constant about it is CHANGE. The changes that have taken place in my life have molded me into becoming a better woman. I thank GOD for the people who have entered,exited and remained in my life. With the help of GOD ,family and friends...Life just keeps getting better :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4265270404634970658-2188114732282590901?l=onemominute.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/feeds/2188114732282590901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4265270404634970658&amp;postID=2188114732282590901&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/2188114732282590901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4265270404634970658/posts/default/2188114732282590901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onemominute.blogspot.com/2008/12/different-me.html' title='I WOULD LIKE TO INTRODUCE A DIFFERENT SIDE OF ME...'/><author><name>Mo-Neek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10690677002201935787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='14' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s4cyR-FBEYU/TwS00zVMLJI/AAAAAAAAANw/C9tDF-x3m0A/s220/mo2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2QNBzcVD1fU/SVApzUf-VzI/AAAAAAAAAAo/Fk9Q0l4jKuo/s72-c/mONI3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
