<?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-24874759</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:16:57.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angelically Created</title><subtitle type='html'>A Place Where Angels Walk the Earth...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-115155423279319210</id><published>2006-06-28T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:13:36.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies sometimes Help</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Recently, I lost a close friend by telling my friend how I felt. I was always told to tell the truth but in this case, I wish I hadn't. Now, my friend is gone and I don't think he will ever forgive me. I guess it is true when they say, "The truth hurts".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-115155423279319210?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/115155423279319210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=115155423279319210' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/115155423279319210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/115155423279319210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/06/lies-sometimes-help.html' title='Lies sometimes Help'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114853526174186318</id><published>2006-05-24T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T22:34:21.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Whew!!! It's been a long day. I woke up earlier than expected, but of course I went back to sleep. It has just been a long drowsy day. I'll be glad when I find a damn job!!! I need some money. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114853526174186318?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114853526174186318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114853526174186318' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114853526174186318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114853526174186318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-stuff.html' title='Just Stuff'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114836163378518663</id><published>2006-05-22T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:50:36.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life without Void</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Life without Void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would anyone miss me? Does anyone love me? Does anyone care?&lt;br /&gt;Just to go through life as a depressed, stressed and unloved person is unthinkable. I’m often misunderstood because people can not see my deepest thoughts, my deepest emotions, my deepest dreams, or my deepest scars. Crying in the inside for someone to listen when friends turn away. Losing a good friend is like losing your memory.&lt;br /&gt;You have to start over completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School is a burden, but not only that; everything that accompanies school. Peer pressure to be something you’re not or do things that you know you will regret. Friends who will become close but still talk behind your back. And social activities that sometimes make you forget about your morals and what you really stand for.I went through school while being laughed at by society because I was not skinny…and never have been. Why can’t people see my beauty? Do I have any? How can I end it now? Would anyone miss me? Does anyone love me? Does anyone care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotional set-backs and undesirable thoughts cut deep like blades. My ambitions are forever decreasing because of the feeling of not being wanted…Fearing rejection in its highest form. Yet, I have experienced rejection. Rejection because of my skin color. Rejection because of my size. Rejection because of my personality. Rejection because of my past. Rejection because of my looks. Rejection because of society’s negative stereotypes. Would anyone miss me? Does anyone love me? Does anyone care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interpretation of how things should be, the demonstration of how things used to be, and the motivation to enjoy the things that are happening now are not in reach because of life’s unbearable circumstances. Life is like drawing without an eraser, and someone has drawn a line setting me and the rest of the world apart. Would anyone miss me? Does anyone love me? Does anyone care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubtful dreams, broken promises, and a future that has no end do not amount to the drastic measures I’ve taken just to fit in, keep friends, smile often, make others happy, and be loved. Where should I force it to be sure to hit a vain, lung, heart, or any other major artery? Maybe if I bleed, I will bleed out the hate, bleed out the hurt, bleed out the pain….soon to enter a world of new existence. Would anyone miss me? Does anyone love me? Does anyone care? I’m tired of living this life without void.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankie Alexander©2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114836163378518663?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114836163378518663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114836163378518663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114836163378518663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114836163378518663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/05/life-without-void.html' title='Life without Void'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114711203059209924</id><published>2006-05-08T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T11:21:47.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry for the delay in the number of blog postings I have been putting up lately. Seeing that classes have now ended and finals have begun, I really don't have much to talk about lately. I don't think many people read the blog anyway. So now, I'm just going to talk about anything that comes to mind. I can't wait until August 15th. I know. I know...you are probably thinking, "Why in the hell is she ready to go back to school so soon?" It's not that I'm ready to go back to school. Then is when I move into my apartment with my 3 closest friends. It should be GREAT! I've gotten a job for the summer working at Wal-mart Portrait Studio...you know, the company that is usually in the front of walmart that takes pictures of people, sorta like Olan Mills...lol. Anyway, it should be fun trying to get babies to smile. I know it pays well. Ok, I've put a song on the blog, well it's not really a song. It's moreso an inspiration poem. I think it relates to me in many different aspects. Focus your ears on the words.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.share.geocities.com/twofine5/Beautifulwma.wma"&gt;Click Here if you want to Download the Song&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://us.share.geocities.com/twofine5/Beautifulwma.wma" width=0 height=0 type="audio/x-ms-wma" loop="0" autostart="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114711203059209924?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114711203059209924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114711203059209924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114711203059209924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114711203059209924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/05/delayed.html' title='Delayed'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114671761951809331</id><published>2006-05-03T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:42:29.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture This....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know you all have never seen real pictures of me, so now is the time to indulge in my angelic goodness. Focus your eyes on one of GOD's most beautiful creations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=23163956" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" name="rockmyspace" allowscriptaccess="never" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="320" width="426"&gt;&lt;/embed&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/24874759-114671761951809331?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114671761951809331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114671761951809331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114671761951809331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114671761951809331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/05/picture-this.html' title='Picture This....'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114654686981967848</id><published>2006-05-01T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:19:52.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Expectation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/1600/see_saw.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/320/see_saw.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes, things may not go as planned. They can end up better or worse than what was expected. Although this is true, it is still great that it had a chance to happen. EVen when you first meet a friend that you never really expected to meet in your lifetime, the meeting leaves a little joy in your heart. Though questions may go unanswered about why things happened the way that they did and the answers are likely to never be revealed, the experience will last a lifetime. Trusting someone to make you happy and share those special moments with you is very hard to do. It is something that may not happen the first go-around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Life experiences help determine how far you go in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Age and maturity help determine how far you go in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Kind words help determine how far you go in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;An open heart helps determine how far you go in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Character helps determine how far you go in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Long-lasting friendships help determine how far you go in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"You must learn day by day, year by year, to broaden your horizon. The more things you love, the more you are interested in, the more you enjoy, the more you are indignant about, the more you have left when anything happens."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114654686981967848?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114654686981967848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114654686981967848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114654686981967848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114654686981967848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/05/unexpected-expectation.html' title='Unexpected Expectation'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114620429370766355</id><published>2006-04-27T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:53:06.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I just wanted to share with yall some of my favorite quotes. These are sayings that anybody can live by and help them achieve anything that they want to achieve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"A man may fall many times, but he won't be a failure until he says that someone pushed him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Never be afraid to try something new. Remember, amateurs built the ark. Professionals built the Titanic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Hold your head up, but be careful to leave your nose at a friendly level."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Striving for success without hard work is like trying to harvest where you haven't planted."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Be an organ donor - give your heart to Jesus!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"WARNING: Exposure to the Son may prevent burning!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Life is fragile, handle with prayer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I will build a strong foundation with the stones which are thrown against me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"It's ok to kiss a fool. It's ok to let a fool kiss you, but never let a kiss fool you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"A smile is a curve that will straighten out a lot of things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I've always wanted to growing up and be somebody. I should've been more specific."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Growing old is inevitable. Grow UP is optional."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"I can do all things through Christ that strengthens me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;HOPE THESE GIVE YOU A LITTLE INSPIRATION!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114620429370766355?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114620429370766355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114620429370766355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114620429370766355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114620429370766355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/04/favorite-quotes.html' title='Favorite Quotes'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114607821278941439</id><published>2006-04-26T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:37:17.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://gradcollege.okstate.edu/current_student/assets/aPlus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 281px;" src="http://gradcollege.okstate.edu/current_student/assets/aPlus.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok, the semester is winding down and final exams are right around the corner...Starting May 5th to be exact. I'm not really worried because I did very well throughtout the semester and my midterm grades were better than I expected they would be just because of the courses I was taking. I do have a little concern about my Literature class because we have only had one test and about 5 quizzes in the class. The quizzes don't count for much in the class. We asked her about giving us a study guide for the final seeing that it is a Literature class and we read a billion poems and short stories (hypothetically speaking). I can't believe she said that she would only discuss the final, not give a study guide. Even after a lot of persuasive statements and suggestions from the class, the answer was still the same. Oh well, I guess we will all just have to look over the few notes that she has given us in class (not much to rely on) and try out best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There is a good possibility that I will not be taking my Financial Accounting final. (It's optional) I think my grade is high enough to not take it. This class is the class that I was most worried about in the beginning of the semester before school even started. I'm not a "math" person. Algebra and other math courses like that are ok, but when it comes to advanced math courses, that's when the problems come in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As finals roll in, they are no big concern with me this semester. THANK GOD! I'm striving for a 3.0 GPA at the end of the semester, and I believe that there is a good chance that I will have one. Whew! GO FRANKIE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114607821278941439?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114607821278941439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114607821278941439' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114607821278941439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114607821278941439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/04/finals.html' title='Finals'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114602316799329140</id><published>2006-04-25T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:49:57.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean Slate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For the last couple of days or so, my mind has been totally blank. I haven't really had anything to talk about. There is nothing spectacular going on in my life right now. Could someone please help me out? Post comments to my blogs or something. I'm still patiently awaiting the weekend of the 28th. A very special friend of mine is coming to Jackson to visit me. It will be our first time meeting each other in person. I'm still holding my breathe. I hope he likes me in person as much as he likes me online. Anyways, it's too late to worry now. There are only 3 days left until his arrival. I'm sure I'm going to enjoy his company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/24874759-114602316799329140?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114602316799329140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114602316799329140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114602316799329140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114602316799329140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/04/clean-slate.html' title='Clean Slate'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114585041821871414</id><published>2006-04-23T20:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:34:31.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold it Gently</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/1600/heartinhands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/320/heartinhands.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;You've got my heart, but hold it gently. For if you squeeze too tight it will burst into tears. Tears of laughter...Tears of joy....Tears of hurt....Tears of pain. Tears like rain on a hot summer day in the midst of a drought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got my heart, but hold it gently. For it is fragile and easily breaks. It breaks because of lack of trust....Lack of joy....Lack of help. Breaking through to new worlds of consciousness and new worlds of hope. It breaks like a timeout in a football game in need of a new game plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got my heart, but hold it gently. For it is heavy and frequently falls. Falls into a pit of despair begging to get out...Begging for closure...Begging for peace. It falls frequently in love...most times too quickly. It falls like the temperature in the windy city of &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;...so quickly where absolutely nothing can be done to stop it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got my heart, but hold it gently. For it loves. It loves to great heights. It loves beyond any other love...Loving deep within my soul. Get caught, and you won't be let go. It loves like one who has a favorite song who can listen to it a billion times and never get tired of hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got my heart, but hold it gently. For if you harm it, it will be scorned for life. Scorned with the greatest fear of living. Scorned like someone who has been raped, despised, misled, abandoned, disowned, wronged, beaten, abused mentally, abused physically, and betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got my heart, but hold it gently. For if you care about it sincerely, it will burst with laughter, break through to new worlds, fall deeply in love, love to greater heights, rejoice in song, leap for joy, and be happy for eternity. Care almost as much as Jesus cared for us as he hung on the cross and never looked back....Care for it with a heart as precious as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got my heart, but hold it gently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;copyright©2006 Frankie Alexander &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114585041821871414?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114585041821871414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114585041821871414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114585041821871414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114585041821871414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/04/hold-it-gently_114585041821871414.html' title='Hold it Gently'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114559327157219806</id><published>2006-04-20T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:21:11.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Won't Hurt to Try</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/1600/comics.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/400/comics.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is one of the funniest things I've ever seen. I just had to share it. Kids do the darnedest things....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114559327157219806?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114559327157219806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114559327157219806' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114559327157219806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114559327157219806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-wont-hurt-to-try.html' title='It Won&apos;t Hurt to Try'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114550916630056131</id><published>2006-04-19T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T22:01:04.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Legends Reference Pages: Crime (Jury Rigged)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.snopes.com/crime/fraud/juryduty.asp"&gt;Urban Legends Reference Pages: Crime (Jury Rigged)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Watch out for this Scam. The result could put a good name with a bad person. Don't let it happen to you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114550916630056131?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114550916630056131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114550916630056131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114550916630056131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114550916630056131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/04/urban-legends-reference-pages-crime.html' title='Urban Legends Reference Pages: Crime (Jury Rigged)'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114547372550044349</id><published>2006-04-19T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:36:33.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Come Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's only been a couple of hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/1600/waiting2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/320/waiting2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Patiently waiting for your return.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;pznluv&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/24874759-114547372550044349?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114547372550044349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114547372550044349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114547372550044349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114547372550044349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/04/baby-come-home.html' title='Baby Come Home'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114547231634626782</id><published>2006-04-19T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T11:51:06.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Distance Between the Two....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/1600/map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/320/map.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The laughter, the thoughts, the ideas, the conversations are all so wonderful. You live there. I live here. I wish there was not so far away. I am able to see you, but not touch you. I am able to hear you, but not experience your emotions while looking deep into your eyes. We could become even closer mentally if only you were here and not there. We are close friends, but that's certainly not enough. I can not wait until those days when you are here. Oh, the hugs and kisses that I have in store. My heart, I'm sure, will smile. The days will be cherished, but I dred to see the day when you go back there. I can only imagine. Why is it that the people you care about the most live so far away? Yet, there is always that chance of greater distances making it even harder to become closer. Our hearts may naver touch. Maybe it's not meant to be. Even though the distance between the two is great, being able to be your friend makes my life special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;pznluv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114547231634626782?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114547231634626782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114547231634626782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114547231634626782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114547231634626782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/04/distance-between-two.html' title='The Distance Between the Two....'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114542045101386168</id><published>2006-04-18T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:38:38.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diversity Matters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cpchem.com/images/PeopleGlobe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.cpchem.com/images/PeopleGlobe.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm sure most of you may know the differences between white and black greek fraternities and sororities, but it's always great to take things to another level. Today was one of the most exciting days of my life. Why, you ask? Today, the Phi Beta Sigma's probated on the Mississippi State University campus. Yeah, I know that there is really nothing special about that other than new faces being added to the organization. Today, it was different. I'm in a co-ed Professional Engineering Fraternity, and the president of the fraternity is a white guy. To everyone's surprise, (except mine...I already knew it was gonna happen) On the way in to show their faces, wow! there is this white guy....the Theta Tau president. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I am so proud of him. It's not often you see someone who has the guts to do such a thing. Better yet, it's not often you see someone like him be willing to go through the agony of being on a black greek line. For example, our Kappas are once again on probation for breaking a pledges ribs during his pledging process. Pledging, I'm sure, is no joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, it's always nice to see different races coming together to make things more worth-while. This is not the first time this has happened though. Before she graduated, we had a white Zeta Phi Beta. Currently, we have an Indian Alpha Kappa Alpha. People like these bring a spark to organizations. Always remember, whether you're red, purple, blue or yellow....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;DIVERSITY MATTERS.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;CONGRATULATIONS, ROD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;....AND THE REST OF THE SP '06 PHI BETA SIGMA FRATERNITY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114542045101386168?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114542045101386168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114542045101386168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114542045101386168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114542045101386168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/04/diversity-matters.html' title='Diversity Matters'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114530183168853984</id><published>2006-04-17T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T12:28:15.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Questions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kfrc.com/w3/img/question_mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 114px;" src="http://www.kfrc.com/w3/img/question_mark.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Have y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ou ever just sat around the house and pondered questions? Some of the questions you know probably will never be answered and others you know will always have varying opinions. Here are 20 questions that came to me while thinking of this blog.&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;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do guys say that they are done with females, yet they still call and send them instant  messages?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are there so many different christian denominations?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is going to be the next biggest college website following facebook?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How does a person learn to trust again?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do people really know the difference between conservative and liberal before they choose either option on their profile?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When is the war in Iraq going to end?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How would my life be if my father was not in it?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would it be as hard as it seems to go through life if I was deaf or blind?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do you tell someone that you want to be in a relationship with them if it seems that they are not feeling you?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is my economics class so boring?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why are you just reading these questions and not answering them?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Is it smart to go on a shopping spree with your school refund check even though it has to be paid back?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do people actually realize how helpful the World Wide Web is?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why is it so hard for me to let go of grudges?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Does a person who cheats in a relationship have low self-esteem?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why do people you love the most live so far away?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you think there will ever be a cure for AIDs?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Why can't whites and black abolish racism?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How will it feel to hold my college degree in my hands?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do people read my blog?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Whew! Hopefully, I will get an answer to at least one of these questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114530183168853984?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114530183168853984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114530183168853984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114530183168853984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114530183168853984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-questions.html' title='Random Questions'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114486635176021290</id><published>2006-04-12T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T11:28:31.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/1600/all_alone.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 148px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/320/all_alone.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;stribbled thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;scattered ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;unanswered questions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;tightly kept secrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;uncried tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;retained anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;unbelievable dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;un-heard-of creations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;unmentioned problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;needed advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;oppressed feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;bottled up emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;forgetful past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;small regrets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;unorganized agendas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;restored knowledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lonely heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;unspoken facts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;in my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114486635176021290?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114486635176021290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114486635176021290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114486635176021290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114486635176021290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/04/in-my-mind.html' title='In my Mind'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114478133652097149</id><published>2006-04-11T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T12:12:19.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://halifax.cbc.ca/tv/canadanow/images/health_hazard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://halifax.cbc.ca/tv/canadanow/images/health_hazard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One of my close friends continuously calls me a walking health hazard, and in high school I must admit that I did start to feel like I was. Once again, I'm starting to feel that way now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Since middle school, I have repetitively been in and out of the hospital and in and out of the doctors' office and in and out of surgery. Yeah, I know what you are thinking..."Damn, you ARE a health hazard".&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Even after....Doctor's visit after doctor's visit, appointment after appointment, prescription after prescription, shot after shot, anesthesia after anesthesia, surgery after surgery....and yet, the saga continues....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Today I convinced myself to go to the Student Health Center on campus to find out wut it is that I am dealing with now. This is only one out of the 5 times I have been to the doctor just this semester, including the times I went to the doctor back home. I only got 1 and  half hours of sleep "this morning" because I tossed and turned all night last night. I JUST COULD NOT SLEEP! My neck was hurting from a minor soar throat and my ear was throbbing. I suspected an ear infection because I had them so many times when I was young. Luckily, this time, the nurse practitioner diagnosed only bad allergies and sinuses which is probably putting a whole lot of pressure on my ear. IT HURTS LIKE HELL! She threw me a prescription and an over-the-counter medicine and sent me on my way. (Also telling me to take ibuprofen to ease the pain in my ear)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In high school, I always felt that I had no purpose of being here because I was always sick and there was always something wrong with me. Maybe GOD had it out for me. Yeah, I know I was stupid for thinking this way, but that's how I felt. Honestly, I thought about taking my life several times, but I knew that I would never go through with it. (Thank GOD) I must be honest, there are still times I think about it today. Seeing that I have a handfull of close friends, I don't feel that I can talk to them because they would probably look at me funny, thinking "Is this chick out of her mind?" So, I just keep it to myself.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A couple of weeks ago, I wrote a poem to help myself be more optimistic about what's going on in my life. Check it out...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My Living is not in Vain&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I sit and wonder where I would be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If all my life I could not see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I’ve had nightmares since the age of three.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Life is hard for everyone; not only me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;From year to year I feel the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I continue to believe my living is not in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As days roll by and even weeks,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I can’t help but wonder who to seek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My bones get weary and my body gets weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;As my thoughts begin to surface, I can not speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wonder how I continue to be sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yet I still know that my living is not in vain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I keep friends and enemies in my sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I keep an open ear throughout the night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For trust is something I do delight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But it is not always real and not always right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Though it is hard for my trust to remain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I declare to you that my living is not in vain.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I give respect where respect is due.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I’d give my life if necessary too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Not saying that life is easy to go through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But there are not many chances, so very few.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So once again, I have to proclaim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;That my living is certainly not in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Though my purpose on earth is not yet defined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know I will soon get a harvest divine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Better things will come in due time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But for now, I will continue to let my little light shine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Through it all, my hopes will remain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I truly believe my living is not in vain.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I will do anything possible to help a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;If anything is needed, my back I will bend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A hand and an ear, I am not afraid to lend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My help, by mail, I will send.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I hope they will never fail to do the same,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;For my life and my living are not in vain.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GOD has helped me through hard times and long years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He has helped me to abolish some of my most dreadful fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;He has dried each and every one of my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And he gives me proof that he is always near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To speak of his goodness, I am not ashamed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And he lets me know that my living is not in vain.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I will take this with me until I’m put in my grave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But until that time, I have to be brave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The years of my life have now been shaved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I will fight intensely for the rest to be saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Even if I don’t have one bit of fame,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It is definite that my living is not in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;copyright©2006 Frankie Alexander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114478133652097149?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114478133652097149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114478133652097149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114478133652097149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114478133652097149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-trip.html' title='Another Trip'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114470093618476229</id><published>2006-04-10T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:31:44.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:dIKYFcaAVnF_ZM:http://msuinfo.ur.msstate.edu/visualid/webstuff/mstate_monw_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:dIKYFcaAVnF_ZM:http://msuinfo.ur.msstate.edu/visualid/webstuff/mstate_monw_600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm just in the mood to show a little school spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO DAWGS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114470093618476229?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114470093618476229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114470093618476229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114470093618476229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114470093618476229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/04/school-spirit.html' title='School Spirit'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114469965502559869</id><published>2006-04-10T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T13:07:35.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unclaimed Interest</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok, here's the thing. Last Friday, there was an interesting conversation in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;literature class. You can say that the teacher kind of bumped heads with a couple of the students. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We were discussing a poem in the literature book entitled "Suicide Note". This poem is about and Asian American college student who left a note for her parents telling them that she had committed suicide because she didn't receive a perfect 4.0 GPA. The girl tried hard to acheive her goals and she soon felt that her not getting the 4.0 would not make her parents proud. In the poem, the girl kept thinking to herself, "Not smart enough. Not pretty enough. Not strong enough." She always compared herself to a bird with snow on it's wings (the bird cannot fly). Seeing that she didn't get the 4.0, her choices were as thin as shaved ice, she felt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Moving on, the teacher later asked if we knew anyone who stived to make very good grades, such as a 4.0. She asked if we knew anyone who would think about hurting themselves if they did not make their parents proud. At this point, there were a couple of responses. Here is what happened next.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Teacher:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; My son attends Michigan State University, and in high school he played basketball and football. We (the parents) wouldn't let him play these sports in college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student 1 (female):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Teacher:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; When you go to college, it should be all about academia. We did allow him to play tennis and golf though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student 1:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; So you are saying that students shouldn't go to college and participate in athletics? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Teacher:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; No, I'm not saying that, but a student should be in college and be focused on getting a degree. My son plans on going to medical school and he doesn't need all of these sports holding him back. Why do sport have to be so competitive? Why can't people just go to a game just for fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student 2 (female):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Life is competitive. Why can't a person go to school and play a sport? They can be competitive in playing their sport as well as getting their school work done and achieving their goals. There's nothing wrong with that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Student 3 (male):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; What wrong with someone going to college and playing sports just because it's something that they like to do. Something that is very interesting to them. Maybe they played a sport in high school and they want to continue through college so they can become more skillful in the sport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Teacher (stumbling over her words):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; Well, that's fine. As long as it's not one-sided where the athletic part is getting all of the attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This conversation started to get heated, but the teacher ended the conversation just in time. Student 1 plays volleyball and student 2 plays softball. I can understand why they got so offended. If a person likes to do something, they are going to do it to help keep them busy and entertained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What do you think about this scenario?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Did you play any sports in school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Do you agree with the students or the teacher?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I call this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"The Battle of the Unclaimed Interest"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114469965502559869?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114469965502559869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114469965502559869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114469965502559869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114469965502559869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/04/unclaimed-interest.html' title='Unclaimed Interest'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114419280436910055</id><published>2006-04-04T15:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T16:30:16.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Things go Wrong....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wow! This past weekend was very hectic for my friends and I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;To start, late Saturday night/early Sunday morning, two of my close friends and two other people that they were with were in a very bad car accident. They had gone to a club in Grenada, Ms which is about an hour from where they live. I'm pretty sure liquor was involved. On the way home late Saturday/early Sunday morning, they had a car wreck with only their car involved. The car was found some time Sunday morning so it is unknown how long they had been there unconscious...All four people were unconscious. It is said that the three passengers fell asleep while on the way back home which probably caused the driver to fall asleep. All four were taken to ICU. The driver had to be flown to a hospital in Jackson, MS so she could be taken to the trauma center. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Fortunately, the three passengers that were taken to the original hospital are out of ICU now and they came out of the wreck with only bruises, broken legs, a cracked pelvis, and deep scars (not saying that they all had these problems). The driver has yet to wake up. She has a brain injury but doctors don't know the extent of the problem yet. They are keeping her sedated for a couple of days. Fortunately, they didn't have to go through with the surgery to cut off part of her skull, but things still haven't gotten any better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sunday night, one of my high school classmates was killed from a gunshot wound to the face. He is an identical twin. Last year, they shot his brother thinking that it was the other twin (yeah, they had the wrong guy). Luckily, he recovered. They have been looking for the right guy for at least a year now. They finally set him up. He was changing a tire for a female right around the corner from the hospital. While changing the tire, he was shot. Someone tried to rush him to the hospital that was less than 3 minutes away, but they followed them and shot him again. He was actually dead before the second time that he was shot. The female that wanted her tire changed had played a part in setting him up. People can be so cruel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I know I could have made this shorter, but I wanted people to know the whole stories. I said all of this to say, life can be short or long. You never know. Live life to the fullest. Live according to the LORD's purpose. Do not force GOD to be unpleased with how you are living your life. Tomorrow is never promised to us. We are all guilty of wrong-doing, and we should all repent before it is too late. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Please pray for the families of the victims. I can only imagine what they are going through. I am only close friends with these people and I don't know what I would do if I was to lose them. The LORD works in mysterious ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PRAYER CHANGES THINGS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114419280436910055?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114419280436910055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114419280436910055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114419280436910055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114419280436910055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-things-go-wrong_04.html' title='When Things go Wrong....'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114403629311232705</id><published>2006-04-02T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T21:55:46.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice Cover-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/1600/mydisplayimage.com%20two%20faced.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/320/mydisplayimage.com%20two%20faced.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Have you ever felt that you were living a lie? Not such as using a different identity or saying you have nice things and you don't, per say. I'm talking about making everyone think that you are always happy, that nothing ever worries you, or that you are living the perfect life. I feel that way most of the time. Deep inside you never know what the other person is going through. Neither do you know how bad their life seems to be day by day. A close friend wrote this poem in middle school, and I think it really relates to me. Well, here it goes...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Laugh A Lot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile I wear fades away.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the pain I felt in my heart still stays.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting my actions of yesterday,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot reveal the emotions I've kept away.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I cry out, no one cares.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows, because no one's  there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they notice the smile I wear&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it seems that it's always there.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to laugh to keep from crying.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you have to kill to keep from dying.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laugh a lot...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;copyright©2006 Wallace Jackson&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114403629311232705?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114403629311232705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114403629311232705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114403629311232705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114403629311232705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/04/nice-cover-up.html' title='Nice Cover-up'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114378514215445350</id><published>2006-03-30T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:43:21.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle Minds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I ran across this on Facebook. I decided to share it. Let's put idle minds to use, people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;STUPID ASS QUESTIONS 4 A STUPID ASS TO PONDER........ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can a man with no hands throw a party? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can a man with no legs kick it with you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can a man with one tooth floss in his ride? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can a man with no d!ck act hard? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can a man with no hands feel where you coming from? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can a man with no teeth bite ur style? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can a man with no SALIVA spit game? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;do a bunch of dudes in wheelchairs roll deep to a party? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can a mute perform oral sex? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can a man with no rhytum beat his meat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can a bunch of dudes with no legs run bustos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can a man with no fists fight the power? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can a man with no butt be azz out? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;does a man with no dick give a "FUCK"? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can a man with one ear hear both sides of the story? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can a man with no back front you some money? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can a man with no arms raise the roof? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;can a man with no tongue hit a lick? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;WHAT WILL PEOPLE COME UP WITH NEXT?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114378514215445350?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114378514215445350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114378514215445350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114378514215445350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114378514215445350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/03/idle-minds.html' title='Idle Minds'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114377567137791885</id><published>2006-03-30T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T22:48:51.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Deserves a Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:8eo1gs_NnJyUOM:65.36.182.81/images/library/prayer_requests.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 122px;" src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:8eo1gs_NnJyUOM:65.36.182.81/images/library/prayer_requests.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My friend Brandon has asked for prayer, and I did not hesitate to do so. The LORD works in mysterious ways. After saying my prayer for one of my close friends, a poem that I wrote in high school came to mind. I would like to share it with you all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GOD, I come to ask for forgiveness from all the wrong I've done. If I really want forgiveness, I know that you're the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GOD, I know that you're the one. I know that you're the best. I have now given my life to you, but I have not yet passed my test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GOD, my life is in your hands and I know you will take care. You see every little thing I do because I know you're everywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GOD, I know that you're the beginning, and I know that you're the end. You are the ruler of my life. You are my closest friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GOD, I am praying to you now that I may do no wrong. I know deep within my heart that heaven is my future home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GOD, you wake me up every morning at Almost at the same time. I am very thankful for this. I know you're truly mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GOD, let's not even think about it because we both know it's true. If it had not been for you, LORD, I don't know what I would do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GOD, you are the maker and creator of every girl and boy. You not only gave us life, but you also gave us joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GOD, you are the food that I eat every morning, noon, and night. You are the medicine that I take to make me feel alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GOD, you are the house in which I live and the bed in which I sleep. You never tell a lie. Promises, you always keep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GOD, you may not come when I call, but I know that's okay. It doesn't really matter because you love me more everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GOD, I come to ask for forgiveness from all the wrong I've done. If I really want forgiveness, I know that you're the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GOD, this is my prayer and I hope that you will answer it, but there is no doubt in my mind because you always remember and never forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brandon, I just want to say that GOD will come through for you. Whatever your trial or tribulation is, it will NOT conquer you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Romans 8:28 says, "And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are called according to his purpose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Brandon, whatever you are going through will not last long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Psalms 30:5 says,  "For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endureth for a  night, but joy cometh in the morning."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Thanks for allowing me to pray for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114377567137791885?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114377567137791885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114377567137791885' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114377567137791885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114377567137791885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/03/everyone-deserves-prayer.html' title='Everyone Deserves a Prayer'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114369855654969432</id><published>2006-03-29T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:02:36.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AAAAhhHhhhahhHHHhh!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just relieving a little stress &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114369855654969432?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114369855654969432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114369855654969432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114369855654969432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114369855654969432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-relief.html' title='What a Relief'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114368506281961515</id><published>2006-03-29T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:24:53.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Color-Blind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/1600/kkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 214px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/320/kkk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This is something that is long overdue. Why are people still letting the past linger within their souls? What's the use? Yeah, black suffered a lot back many years ago and of course all of the hurt and pain will never be forgotten, but the racism must stop. Yeah, it's true that it has decreased tremendously today but we must be honest with ourselves, there is still plenty out there. Whites still feel that blacks are still inferior to them when in actuality, blacks are just as dominent as whites. In many cases, blacks are more smarter, stronger, and powerful! This does not give us an excuse to let the "race card" be played in everyday life. We are all one. WE ARE BIGGER THAN THAT! Let's stop this nonsense. MY LIFE IS COLOR-BLIND...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114368506281961515?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114368506281961515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114368506281961515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114368506281961515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114368506281961515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/03/color-blind.html' title='Color-Blind...'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114366082709898881</id><published>2006-03-29T11:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T11:47:26.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Not Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/1600/my_msn_emoticons_angry.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 106px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/320/my_msn_emoticons_angry.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ok, check this out. This past weekend, I got into a fight with a friend. Yeah, I know what you are thinking, "We all get into arguements with friends." That's true, but I'm speaking about a real, hard-up fist fight. THAT AIN'T ME! So obviously she did something that really pissed me off. It's a very long story so I'm really not gonna get into that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Anyway, a couple of days ago I decided to write a poem while in my Literature class (yeah, the class is very boring) about this particular weekend (The fight to be exact). Seeing that fighting is not the type of person that I am, I wrote this poem to clear up some things about the fight. Take a look at this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;“A Fight for Something Small”&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;This fight is not about strength.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;I grow stronger everyday.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;This fight is not about popularity.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;There are many people who love me.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fight is not about beauty.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;I am exceedingly beautiful. (Inside and Out)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fight is not about knowledge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;My education is still in progress.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fight is not about perfection.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;Everyone will forever have struggles.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fight is not to come out on top.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;When I came out of the womb, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;I knew I would be somebody.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fight is not about age.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;My maturity exceeds the numbers.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fight is not about salvation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;Psalms 27:1 says, The LORD is my light and my&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;salvation&lt;/span&gt;— whom shall I fear? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;The LORD is the stronghold of my life— &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;of whom shall I be afraid?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fight is not about character.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;Mine will never decrease; only grow.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fight is not about friends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;My smile helps me keep them.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This fight IS about RESPECT.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;This is something I will give and &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;Surely will receive.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;eadily &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;xtending &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;incerity &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;urpose&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; E&lt;/span&gt;xcitement &amp; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ourtesy &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;hroughout&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;copyright©2006 Frankie Alexander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114366082709898881?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114366082709898881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114366082709898881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114366082709898881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114366082709898881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/03/thats-not-me.html' title='That&apos;s Not Me!'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114355347673437409</id><published>2006-03-28T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T05:44:36.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Got the Right One Baby, Uh Huh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="content-wrapper"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever had a question that stays idle in your mind? No matter how many days or months go by, it's still there, and you can't find the answer. Well, here is one question that still lingers within me, and I have yet to find an answer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is there one real way to know if a person is right for you? We all go through life wondering what will happen next or if the guy I'm seeing really worth the time. We all have obstacles and it seems as if I have run into plenty this year. I don't think my life can get any worse.  In the end, I know that there is someone out there that can give me the motivation I need. In the meantime, I always remember.....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;"The road to success is not straight!!! There is a curve called Failure, a loop called Confusion, speed bumps called Friends, red lights called Enemies and caution lights called Family. You will also have flats along the way that are called Jobs. But, if you have a spare called Determination, an engine called Perseverance, insurance called Faith and most importantly, a driver called JESUS, you will make it to a place called SUCCESS."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In life, there is no compromise. Things have to be done the right way. So I will continue to trust JESUS and believe that he will bring me completeness...whether it's through that significant other, through goals, or just through life itself....&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114355347673437409?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114355347673437409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114355347673437409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114355347673437409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114355347673437409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/03/you-got-right-one-baby-uh-huh.html' title='You Got the Right One Baby, Uh Huh!'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24874759.post-114352198271339228</id><published>2006-03-27T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T07:30:22.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Sucks to be New!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/1600/alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7360/2587/320/alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Have you ever been "the new student" in a class because you switched from one classroom to another, or because you transferred to a new school? Sucks doesn't it? You get this sense of loneliness because you don't know anyone in the class and they don't know you. You have no one to talk to. Makes you feel like your in a pitch black room with a lot of white, wandering eyes. That's how I feel right now. I'm new to Blogger, and I'm so all alone. I guess I can't just sit here and pout though. I have some work to get done. I have some friends to make. I have some analyzing to do. I have some opinions to set forth, and here is where I'm going to do it. My blog is going to be a little different than the rest though. Most of my posts will be poetry that i have written years ago as well as poetry that I have written just yesterday. Poetry is how I usually tell what's on my mind or get things off of my chest. So, feel free to leave comments if you will.....Well, I guess I better get started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24874759-114352198271339228?l=twofine5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/feeds/114352198271339228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24874759&amp;postID=114352198271339228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114352198271339228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24874759/posts/default/114352198271339228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://twofine5.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-sucks-to-be-new.html' title='It Sucks to be New!'/><author><name>Frankie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07152380995982724282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i68.photobucket.com/albums/i38/twofine5/compressed.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
