<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423</id><updated>2009-11-11T20:22:38.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>art imitates life;</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-3424110152324780944</id><published>2009-11-10T01:14:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:16:03.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>keep it pushing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was low key feeling like i put myself in an awkward position by spilling my feelings but nonetheless i'm still the driver of my destination.  sometimes we crash but we don't always get hurt.  so with that said, although NOTHING is going to come from this - i enjoyed the ride.   =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-3424110152324780944?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/3424110152324780944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=3424110152324780944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/3424110152324780944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/3424110152324780944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/11/keep-it-pushing.html' title='keep it pushing.'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-6892884282480002641</id><published>2009-11-10T00:56:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T01:00:38.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XBX-mYpztlw/SvkPeJRI9EI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BHFGs95OsKg/s1600-h/2r62x68.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XBX-mYpztlw/SvkPeJRI9EI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BHFGs95OsKg/s320/2r62x68.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402366238565921858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;if through our travels we get separated, never forget - in order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets.  HOVA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-6892884282480002641?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/6892884282480002641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=6892884282480002641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/6892884282480002641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/6892884282480002641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/11/regrets.html' title='regrets'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XBX-mYpztlw/SvkPeJRI9EI/AAAAAAAAAWU/BHFGs95OsKg/s72-c/2r62x68.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-3159002066478502376</id><published>2009-11-07T15:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T15:55:04.315-06:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;If you've ever given yourself, completely, to someone and had your heart broken, then you must know how God feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-3159002066478502376?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/3159002066478502376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=3159002066478502376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/3159002066478502376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/3159002066478502376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/11/saturday.html' title='saturday.'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-4577922631492055563</id><published>2009-11-04T00:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T01:02:12.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>poison.mp3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;You're just like poison and I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;How can something so deadly feel so right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt; I'm not sure what to do it's a catch 22 -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;cause the cure is found in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I dont want it but I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You're just like poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;My affliction, I'm addicted I can't lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kiss me one more time before I die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Word to my mama, beyonce wrote this song for me (no homo).  But seriously,  I swearrrr this song relates to my current ordeal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-4577922631492055563?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/4577922631492055563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=4577922631492055563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/4577922631492055563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/4577922631492055563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/11/poisonmp3.html' title='poison.mp3'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-3350949397967695472</id><published>2009-11-02T13:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:09:06.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the narrow path.</title><content type='html'>as a christian, i've always been taught that i'm supposed to be an example.  the light that i possess is supposed to illuminate so others can see the christ in me.  often at times, i feel that my light dims with every mistake that i make - then i realize that i'm human.   although, that's no excuse and shouldn't be subsititued when i do wrong.  i dont use is habitually - just saying.   i don't always walk the straight and narrow and if i'm supposed to lead by example i have a lot of work to do.   i sometimes tend to forget that as a young adult, growing in christ, god will allow certain things to happen to test your strength and faith.   there's many a multitude of times when i wanted to give up but i held on.   i'm still holding on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-3350949397967695472?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/3350949397967695472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=3350949397967695472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/3350949397967695472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/3350949397967695472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/11/narrow-path.html' title='the narrow path.'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-3880377085676176757</id><published>2009-11-02T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:02:24.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>the future.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XBX-mYpztlw/Su8sm94vfMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/jvE1i11_vS0/s1600-h/tumblr_kpbhldOxLV1qzx4z7o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XBX-mYpztlw/Su8sm94vfMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/jvE1i11_vS0/s320/tumblr_kpbhldOxLV1qzx4z7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399583526199721154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the future belongs to the few of us still willing to get our hands dirty.  word.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-3880377085676176757?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/3880377085676176757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=3880377085676176757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/3880377085676176757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/3880377085676176757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/11/future.html' title='the future.'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XBX-mYpztlw/Su8sm94vfMI/AAAAAAAAAWM/jvE1i11_vS0/s72-c/tumblr_kpbhldOxLV1qzx4z7o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-2871521164614908072</id><published>2009-10-31T01:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T01:17:01.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>loud sigh.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been meaning to stop by here for some days - but i just can't find the time.   besides the constant roller coaster of indecisiveness, life is grand.   well....overall life is grand but in retrospect there are aspects that can definitely improve.   i was told the other day by a co-worker that i was "living" - i would rather not explore further but i'm having WAY TOO MUCH CARELESS "fun."  I guess that goes without saying.  brrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm...idk...not in like with this guy but he's cool.   I was talking to one of the bestfriends about what was going on and she believes that I'm swimming in that ol river - TheNile (denial).    I beg to differ.   I'm well aware when I have feelings for someone and for him - it's one of those "it is what it is" situations.   I haven't felt so careless in a while but I suppose I'm burnt out on the ups &amp;amp; downs of the dating game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get it together,&lt;br /&gt;april nicole &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-2871521164614908072?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/2871521164614908072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=2871521164614908072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/2871521164614908072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/2871521164614908072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/10/loud-sigh.html' title='loud sigh.'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-6884874176973609497</id><published>2009-10-14T10:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:20:11.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it reads:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" class="UIStory_Message"&gt;seemingly, the hardest thing to do is take your own advice. granted, when you know better you do better but that's a process - you have to want to do better. wrong seems right sometimes but it AIN'T in the end. ha, where is all this when you REALLY need? Hindsight is 20/20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some things goes without saying.  i summed up my current situation in a facebook status.  im doing better.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-6884874176973609497?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/6884874176973609497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=6884874176973609497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/6884874176973609497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/6884874176973609497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/10/it-reads.html' title='it reads:'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-7853326941500632769</id><published>2009-10-07T01:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T01:07:26.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>simple things.</title><content type='html'>usher said it best, "it's the simple things in life we forget."  true story.  as i sit here i was thinking about how guys tend to overdue it.  honestly, i'm not pressed for a relationship - not even thirsty for a boyfriend.  i'm good.   BUT on the contrary, i wouldn't mind having someone to talk to.  simple, right?  wrong.  seems as though the guys that in some form of fashion "express interest"  just don't get it.  i'm not in the race for the title as wifey, actually i'm far from it.  i don't want anything from you - just a little conversation but i suppose that's asking for too much.  *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school &amp;amp; work is kicking my butt.   i needed a break like yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-7853326941500632769?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/7853326941500632769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=7853326941500632769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/7853326941500632769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/7853326941500632769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/10/simple-things.html' title='simple things.'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-6152745488916761618</id><published>2009-10-04T23:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:58:35.344-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i try to periodically "better" myself and carry out the things i plan on changing.   i've told myself that cursing and the random use of the "n" word will be prohibited.  this begins tomorrow.   honestly, i think this will be a challenge.  at any given moment or at the slight chance of anger i will ricochet bullets of foul words from the tongue - but again  like any other challenge i'm empowered to win at all costs.  well, all positive costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for sometime now, i've been realizing that i do a lot of things for myself, my own approval.   i realized that before i would do things and base the outcome or how i felt about it on what others thoughts  that's null and void now.   i'm straight on that.  i'm living for me, that's actually pretty um....overdue i suppose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-6152745488916761618?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/6152745488916761618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=6152745488916761618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/6152745488916761618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/6152745488916761618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/10/sunday.html' title='sunday.'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-6977156747581800060</id><published>2009-09-30T12:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T12:54:29.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>respect.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Want to be respected?  Try to hold your tongue as much as possible.  Always remember: "The strong stays quiet while the weak causes riots"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-6977156747581800060?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/6977156747581800060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=6977156747581800060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/6977156747581800060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/6977156747581800060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/09/respect.html' title='respect.'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-7591860962622488653</id><published>2009-09-22T01:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T01:04:02.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>daily inspiration.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XBX-mYpztlw/SrhoyGQIpxI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cv3QMCgRHlU/s1600-h/tumblr_kpopxghsUU1qzn62ro1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XBX-mYpztlw/SrhoyGQIpxI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cv3QMCgRHlU/s320/tumblr_kpopxghsUU1qzn62ro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384168564402464530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-7591860962622488653?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/7591860962622488653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=7591860962622488653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/7591860962622488653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/7591860962622488653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/09/daily-inspiration.html' title='daily inspiration.'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XBX-mYpztlw/SrhoyGQIpxI/AAAAAAAAAWE/cv3QMCgRHlU/s72-c/tumblr_kpopxghsUU1qzn62ro1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-7628259710022803833</id><published>2009-09-21T00:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T00:20:26.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>missing out.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was perusing facebook earlier via iphone and the comfortableness of my bed.  [lazy] &amp;amp; came across a past love interest.   his status was saying that he's thankful for his current gf.   i believe i got a little salty.   maybe because when we were "dating" - things seemed to be a constant roller coaster ride &amp;amp; i could never tell which direction the wind was taking us but in the end - we didn't get far.  and i guess to know that he's happy with someone that's not me makes me a little envious.  not of her - but what they have.  im missing out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people go to college and find their husband/wife and shit - i'm still on this never ending journey. at one point i was happy with someone.  exceedingly happy - in love and the whole nine but it fell apart.  why?  maybe the distance?  or the ideal that both of us was TOO much alike and at the end of the day - i guess the cliche of opposities attract proved to be right.  or maybe we didn't fight for the love?  but shouldn't it be easier?  idk - but it's confusing.   i tell myself that i wholeheartedly loved this guy but it was easier to walk away.   and i sometimes tell myself that maybe we didn't love each other the way we said we did - or what not.  but whatever - that's neither here nor there anymore.  we kind of fell all the way off.  i miss him at times.  o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another note, i miss the companionship.  the comfortablenes of being with someone that doesnt judge you and someone to openly talk to without feeling like you're cheating yourself.  you know that "he loves me flaws and all" type love - i'm waiting for that.  until then i'm praying to the man above.  yup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for the rambles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;april nicole. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-7628259710022803833?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/7628259710022803833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=7628259710022803833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/7628259710022803833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/7628259710022803833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/09/missing-out.html' title='missing out.'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-1033062955551876888</id><published>2009-09-13T16:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T16:42:50.869-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pardon me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pardon me.....i had to laugh at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a few days back some ingenious person created this list that was composed of indirect blows at various people from schools in northern Louisiana.   now, as i read it - some things tickled the funny bone [even the one about me] - yes, i made this list.    i'm sure some of the people that were included may have been offended because some things were indeed offensive but on the other hand - i had to laugh.  growing up, i've probably been the butt of many cracks and jokes and guess what,  i've joined in laughter with the best and worst of em'.   when you're comfortable wth yourself - the thoughts of others are next to none.   i've accepted my imperfections and i embrace them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-1033062955551876888?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/1033062955551876888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=1033062955551876888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/1033062955551876888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/1033062955551876888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/09/pardon-me.html' title='pardon me.'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-8325795010548507612</id><published>2009-09-05T20:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:48:31.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>streetlights.mp3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XBX-mYpztlw/SqMUrgZ0u_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/JNaReiWd3L4/s1600-h/6278kanyewestweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XBX-mYpztlw/SqMUrgZ0u_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/JNaReiWd3L4/s320/6278kanyewestweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378165117675682802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Let me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Do I still got time to grow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Things ain't always set in stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; That being known let me know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Let me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Seems like street lights glowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Happen to be just like moments passing&lt;br /&gt;in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So I hopped in the cab and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I paid my fares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See I know my destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="text" &gt; But I'm just not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; All the streetlights glowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Happen to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Just like moments passing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; In front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; So I hopped in the cab and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; I paid my fare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;See I know my destination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="text" &gt; But I'm just not there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-8325795010548507612?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/8325795010548507612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=8325795010548507612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/8325795010548507612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/8325795010548507612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/09/streetlightsmp3.html' title='streetlights.mp3'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XBX-mYpztlw/SqMUrgZ0u_I/AAAAAAAAAV8/JNaReiWd3L4/s72-c/6278kanyewestweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-5179116204762038148</id><published>2009-09-02T01:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:19:58.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>im good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i believe i've managed to low-key piss off one of the guy friends.  not intentionally.   if there's something that i refuse to tolerate is someone to play with my feelings and someone to blatantly lie to me.  so, HE texts me today on some he misses me crap - first things first i aint trying to hear it.  i've always believed that actions speak louder than words and his actions don't match the word play.  so um miss me with that.  i dont need it.   then he goes to say sometimes words are actions.  lol.  dude, what?  so yeah, i deleted a few numbers today.  didnt need that dead weight lingering on anymore.  =) other than that, i'm good.  real good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yup yup,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;april nicole &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-5179116204762038148?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-1266958971973399859</id><published>2009-08-28T00:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T00:59:44.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mutual addiction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i want someone that's mutually addicted to me.    i've read somewhere that the person that loves the least controls the relationship.  i won't deny that.  usually the one that loves the hurts the hardest too.  crazy much?  but seriously, i believe that there is a divine opportunity that you'll meet someone who will be mutually addicted to you;  im waiting for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;patiently waiting,&lt;br /&gt;april nicole &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-1266958971973399859?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/1266958971973399859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=1266958971973399859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/1266958971973399859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/1266958971973399859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/08/mutual-addiction.html' title='mutual addiction.'/><author><name>april 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there is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; harmony&lt;/span&gt; in the house,&lt;br /&gt;there will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;order&lt;/span&gt; in the nation.&lt;br /&gt;if there is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; order&lt;/span&gt; in the nation,&lt;br /&gt;there will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peace&lt;/span&gt; in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;---ancient chinese proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-1552087389915298315?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/1552087389915298315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=1552087389915298315' title='0 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style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;when you know better, you do better.   it gets difficult to abide by what you know because it seems much easier to take an alternate route.   for sometime now, i've been noticing that i don't practice what i preach in all aspects of life.  i take short cuts and from such i've been cut short - BUT like i said when you know better you do better, im trying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;april nicole &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-6835720015109350646?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/6835720015109350646/comments/default' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-1290889462616810490?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/1290889462616810490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=1290889462616810490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/1290889462616810490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/1290889462616810490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/08/blown.html' title='...blown.'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-1725346819612191034</id><published>2009-08-14T03:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T04:03:16.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XBX-mYpztlw/SoUnaBCehoI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xk7VJxypBd4/s1600-h/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XBX-mYpztlw/SoUnaBCehoI/AAAAAAAAAV0/xk7VJxypBd4/s320/40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369741458618091138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;never frown; you never know who's falling in love with your smile.  =) cliche' but it's the truth.  i find myself smiling a little more everyday.  i've always been complimented on having a nice smile, so i smile.   i've also been told that smiling makes you THAT much more attractive.  be happy; live happy; move happily and always remember happiness is a direction not a destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;live inspired,&lt;br /&gt;april nicole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-1725346819612191034?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/1725346819612191034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=1725346819612191034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/2120035730387056060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/2120035730387056060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/08/buddha.html' title='buddha.'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-1503736715840559161</id><published>2009-08-11T23:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T00:01:51.592-05:00</updated><title type='text'>poppin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;okay the title has no relevance at all with the contents.   but uhh i realized today  - well i actually peeped game long before but umm this holding of the grudges that i participate in has to stop.  so, i've officially 86'd that.  life's too short to be anything but happy.  so, i smile and piss em' off a little more.  yzr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-1503736715840559161?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/1503736715840559161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=1503736715840559161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/1503736715840559161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/1503736715840559161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/08/poppin.html' title='poppin&apos;'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-1806810946393781232</id><published>2009-08-09T20:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T20:51:33.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>bruised.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;like all scars or bruises, in time they'll heal.    i only believe that the way that this bruise got here is what hurts the most.    i'm alright.  i'm good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-1806810946393781232?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/1806810946393781232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=1806810946393781232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/1806810946393781232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/1806810946393781232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/2009/08/bruised.html' title='bruised.'/><author><name>april nicole.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07535259856279881771</uri><email>chocolate_dawl@yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00876050660594833701'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3206771847474816423.post-4701800927915282745</id><published>2009-08-08T19:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:07:15.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>here i am....again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;life can bring us through many changes, just dont give up, know that; it's gonna be alright, people come and they go, it's just the way that it goes, everything is everything. it's alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3206771847474816423-4701800927915282745?l=theartsydawl.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theartsydawl.blogspot.com/feeds/4701800927915282745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3206771847474816423&amp;postID=4701800927915282745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/4701800927915282745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3206771847474816423/posts/default/4701800927915282745'/><link 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