<?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-3246077491910129304</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:25:19.868-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chew On This</title><subtitle type='html'>THIS BLOG PROVIDES THE PUBLIC WITH FOOD FOR THOUGHT. JUST SOME FUN THINGS TO MUNCH ON!..EAT UP!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-3141970451618103552</id><published>2008-07-21T21:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:41:04.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE VIEW..ON THE "N" WORD</title><content type='html'>ABOVE IS THE EPSIODE OF THE VIEW THAT AIRED LAST WEEK ABOUT THE USE OF THE "N" WORD. I SAW THIS EPISODE WHEN IT AIRED BUT FOR THOSE OF YOU THAT HAVEN'T SEEN IT OR HEARD THE BUZZ ABOUT IT IN THE NEWS CHECK IT OUT HERE. I THINK THAT IT IS A VERY POSTIVE THING THAT THESE WOMEN HAD THIS CONVERSATION BECAUSE IT IS A VERY DIFFICULT TOPIC IN WHICH THERE IS NO "RIGHT" ANSWER. I DO BELIEVE THAT IT IS A DIFFICULT TOPIC BECAUSE THE WORD HOLDS SO MUCH POWER. IT WAS EXCEPTIONALLY HARD FOR ELIZABETH HASSLEBACK TO UNDERSTAND WHY AFRICAN AMERICANS USE THIS WORD IF IT CAUSED SO MUCH PAIN. I HAVE HAD THIS CONVERSATION WITH PEOPLE OF DIFFERENT RACES BEFORE AND THEY SHARE THE SAME PROBLEM WITH THE WORD. HOWEVER, I DO THINK THAT AFRICAN AMERICANS KIND OF OWN A RIGHT TO THIS WORD. IT IS VERY HARD TO EXPLAIN BUT I AM NOT COMFORTABLE WITH CAUCASIANS USING THE WORD. I'M NOT SAYING THAT I AM RIGHT OR POINTING FINGERS AT ANYONE. WATCH WHAT WHOOPI SAYS, SHE KIND OF WRAPS UP THE WAY I FEEL IN A NUTSHELL.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-3141970451618103552?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/3141970451618103552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=3141970451618103552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/3141970451618103552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/3141970451618103552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/07/viewon-n-word.html' title='THE VIEW..ON THE &quot;N&quot; WORD'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-3754432610083729122</id><published>2008-07-21T13:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T14:02:56.562-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No running with knives!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.softballskill.com/ist2_4106929_band_aid_bandage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.softballskill.com/ist2_4106929_band_aid_bandage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Open Wounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;1. This last week has been a weird one, very different. My dad starting feeling ill and the incision from a surgery he had last year started to open up. Equaling major discomfort and stress on all of us. I've been a major homebody because of this and not in the mood to do much of anything. This open wound was the first one of the week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;2. My heart, is the next open wound. Constant wear and tear and improper use of it by the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; people has caused it to never heal to it's original state.  This wound was opened up by my current situation and the feelings I have gained over the last couple of months, feelings that while being genuine have felt purposeless and without meaning. But due to my abruptness last week I got answers to questions that have been circling my mind for a little while. So I think my heart is in good care right now, with me, while caring for someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;3. My love, those of you who know me, know who he is. My love, was my first real love,  breath of fresh air, just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;bangin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;'. Things went downhill as they do sometimes, first semester of college stress and long distance aiding the separation. Well my love, is no longer going to be far away. My love is now apart of the Temple University community. Yup, he successfully &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;, something I begged for a year ago, BUT everything happens for a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;So this fall will be interesting. A healing, growing and probably hurtful period of time. While I'm trying to take care of my dad, not lose my head in stress, guard my heart from My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;luv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; and my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;(a distinct difference), enjoy the remainder of Summer '08 without hurting a camper, going to Bing &amp;amp; PR, living &amp;amp; loving. I will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; be trying to protect my heart, and protect my open wounds to the best of my ability. A band-aid will not be good enough for these wounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-3754432610083729122?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/3754432610083729122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=3754432610083729122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/3754432610083729122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/3754432610083729122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-running-with-knives.html' title='No running with knives!!'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-7611553907105465241</id><published>2008-07-16T14:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T14:40:11.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT w/ food in your mouth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.say-yes-to-tennis.com/images/laughter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.say-yes-to-tennis.com/images/laughter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I've been thinking about the importance of laughter. Despite irritating me beyond words, my campers make me laugh beyond measurement. One camper in an attempt to say "Oooo you said the F word", said the whole word. Even though he slipped up and said the curse word I laughed hysterically at his attempt to censor himself while telling on someone else. Also, the camp director was mapping out how many months until basketball season and said, "You have July October September.." I could not stop laughing! The mere fact that he skipped all the way to October and came back astounded me. I know I've been blessed with the gift of laughing hysterically over nothing sometimes. But I wanted to let everyone know that a simple laugh, can brighten up your day, lift your spirits and just fill you with a sense of happiness. So take some time out of your hectic days filled with work, family, friends and stress and just laugh. Not some lil laugh that doesn't make an impact, but laugh from your gut, until your whole face beams with happiness, and tears well up in your eyes. It does more than serve your body, it serves your soul. It'll be worth it.&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-7611553907105465241?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/7611553907105465241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=7611553907105465241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/7611553907105465241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/7611553907105465241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/07/not-w-food-in-your-mouth.html' title='NOT w/ food in your mouth!'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-4411111959537044274</id><published>2008-07-15T20:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T20:20:00.509-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.book-remarks.com/images/OtherPeoplesSkin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.book-remarks.com/images/OtherPeoplesSkin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello all, Today was a special day. I completed the book I had been reading called "Other People's Skin". This book was amazing. The book consists of four different stories about African Americans and color lines. It was a real eye opener for me. It showed me that there are so many ways to be color struck. I have the "color" conversation with a good friend of mine all of the time. She calls it the "L.L." factor (light skin and long hair). We talk about those being the two things in the African American community that determine how beautiful a person is. This book is about the racism that exists among people of color. Each story shows a different side of this racism going back to where it originated and what we must do to stop it. When I say "we", I mean all people, not just African Americans. This book is a must read for all people that are about bringing change to this world. It has motivated me to look deep inside myself and ask me what I think is beauty and why? I think the "why" is the most troubling part of the question. Most people can point out something that they think is beautiful but determining what makes us feel this way is difficult. This is my charge to people of all races, colors, and backgrounds to look deep inside yourself and find out who you are and be proud of that. Please go get this book. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~LANA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-4411111959537044274?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/4411111959537044274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=4411111959537044274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/4411111959537044274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/4411111959537044274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-is-like-box-of-chocolates.html' title='&quot;LIFE IS LIKE A BOX OF CHOCOLATES&quot;'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-1130906601638847008</id><published>2008-07-14T13:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:51:54.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOW DOWN! CHEW YOUR FOOD PART II {BE SURE TO READ PART 1 BELOW TO UNDERSTAND ;-) }</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e216/elvisfann/I-LOVE-LUCY-LUCY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i40.photobucket.com/albums/e216/elvisfann/I-LOVE-LUCY-LUCY.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OKAY, SO I KNOW EVERYONE WAS WORRIED BUT I HAVE GOOD NEWS! I FOUND THE KEYS. I TOOK A BREAK FROM LOOKING FOR THEM IN THE CAR, I SAID A LITTLE PRAYER ASKING GOD TO HELP ME FIND THESE KEYS. ABOUT 2 HOURS LATER I WALKED OUT THE BACK DOOR TO BEGIN MY SEARCH AGAIN AND I DIDN'T EVEN MAKE IT TO THE CAR DOOR BEFORE I SAW A BEAT UP BLACK KEY STARING AT ME FROM THE DASHBOARD. THERE IT WAS. IN THE WINDOW. LAUGHING AT ME. AND SO WERE MY PARENTS. FIGURES. LUCY MCGILLICUDDY AND I ARE LONGTIME FRIENDS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~LANA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-1130906601638847008?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/1130906601638847008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=1130906601638847008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/1130906601638847008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/1130906601638847008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/07/slow-down-chew-your-food-part-ii-be.html' title='SLOW DOWN! CHEW YOUR FOOD PART II {BE SURE TO READ PART 1 BELOW TO UNDERSTAND ;-) }'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-5559763258325231049</id><published>2008-07-11T14:36:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T13:56:05.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOW DOWN, CHEW YOUR FOOD!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-17205590275623_1978_46323539"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://us.st11.yimg.com/us.st.yimg.com/I/yhst-17205590275623_1978_46323539" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.exchange3d.com/cubecart/images/uploads/aff186/thumbs/thumb_Yield.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;OK SO I NEED TO VENT... A LOT. I AM LEARNING A VALUABLE LESSON. I SAY "LEARNING" BECAUSE IT IS STILL HAPPENING. I THINK GOD IS TRYING TO TELL ME TO SLOW DOWN. I'LL TELL YOU WHY I FEEL THIS WAY. I AM NOT ONE TO BELIEVE IN LUCK BECAUSE I BELIEVE IN GOD. BUT LATELY THINGS HAVEN'T BEEN GOING SO WELL. LAST SUNDAY WHILE RUSHING TO SEE A MOVIE WITH MY BESTIE, I WAS PULLED OVER. YES, ME! PULLED OVER. I HAD NO IDEA WHY THIS OFFICER HAD PULLED ME OVER BUT APPARENTLY I "FAILED TO COME TO A COMPLETE STOP" AT A STOP SIGN. WHEN HE WAS IN HIS CAR WRITING THE TICKET, I THOUGHT "WELL I DO HAVE TO BE HONEST WITH MYSELF I PROBABLY DIDN'T STOP LONG ENOUGH AT THAT STOP SIGN". I PAUSED. LOOKED AROUND, AND KEPT GOING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I AM AN HONEST PERSON AND THAT IS WHAT I DID, AND THAT'S WHAT I'M GOING TO SAY IN COURT. HOWEVER, THE OFFICER WAS NICE (NOT NICE ENOUGH TO LET ME GO WITH A WARNING, BUT THAT'S BESIDES THE POINT) AND HE TOLD ME THAT I SEEMED LIKE A "NICE GIRL" AND WE WOULD "WORK IT OUT" IN COURT. GOD WILLING I WILL JUST HAVE TO PAY A FINE AND NOT GET POINTS ON MY LICENSE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EXAMPLE NUMBER 2: AND THIS IS VERY RECENT I MEAN LIKE ABOUT AN HOUR AGO, I WAS GETTING OUT OF THE CAR AT A POLICE STATION TO RUN AN ERRAND FOR MY FATHER. HOWEVER, MY BRILLIANT (FOR LACK OF A BETTER SUPERLATIVE) SISTER HAS A NECK CHAIN CONNECTED TO OUR CAR KEYS THAT GETS CAUGHT ON EVERYTHING WHEN YOU HOLD THE KEYS IN YOUR HAND. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;BUT ANYWAY I WENT TO GET OUT OF THE CAR, MOVING QUICKLY, AND THE NECK CHAIN GOT CAUGHT ONTO THE EMERGENCY BRAKE AND THE KEY TO THE IGNITION FELL INTO THE CAR. NOW I SAW EXACTLY WHERE IT FELL BUT WHEN I WENT TO PICK IT UP...NO KEY. I SEARCHED THE CAR FOR THIS KEY (IN 90 DEGREE WEATHER) AND STILL COULDN'T FIND IT. I EVEN CALLED TWO OF MY BEST FRIENDS TO COME AND HELP ME LOOK AND NEITHER OF US COULD FIND THIS KEY. THE THING ABOUT IT IS THAT IT HAS TO BE IN THE CAR BECAUSE I DIDN'T GO ANYWHERE AFTER IT DROPPED; I DIDN'T EVEN LEAVE THE CAR. MY BEST FRIEND WHOM I LOVE DEARLY DROVE ME TO MY HOUSE WHICH WAS ONLY A COUPLE BLOCKS AWAY THANK GOD TO GET THE SPARE KEY AND BRING THE CAR HOME. I WILL FIND THIS KEY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE MORAL OF THIS STORY IS THAT I NEED TO SLOW DOWN. ALL OF THESE THINGS THAT HAVE HAPPENED HAD SOMETHING TO DO WITH ME MOVING TOO FAST. I THINK I GET THE MESSAGE GOD. THANKS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. IF ANYONE WOULD LIKE TO HELP ME SEARCH FOR THE KEY, YOU ARE MORE THAN WELCOME.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~LANA~&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/3246077491910129304-5559763258325231049?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/5559763258325231049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=5559763258325231049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/5559763258325231049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/5559763258325231049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/07/slow-down-chew-your-food.html' title='SLOW DOWN, CHEW YOUR FOOD!'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-5188933577509179059</id><published>2008-07-11T10:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T10:50:03.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Words Feed my soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.healthyplates.com/art/healthy-plate-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.healthyplates.com/art/healthy-plate-lg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); "&gt;-Portion Control-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'm teetering the line of obesity and indulgence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I've seemed to engulf myself in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;While trying to limit my intake, I have lost my will to fight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I rather lose myself in you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;To you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;For you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Because the feeling you arouse in me awakens my taste buds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;My heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;And my lady parts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I could either continue to starve myself of your sweetness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Or accept my fate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;To lose myself in your touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Your smell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;And your taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Or continue to limit my indulgence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Until I've mastered portion control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-5188933577509179059?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/5188933577509179059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=5188933577509179059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/5188933577509179059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/5188933577509179059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/07/words-feed-my-soul.html' title='Words Feed my soul'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-3376308193377235077</id><published>2008-07-10T20:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:40:41.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I SMELL FISH</title><content type='html'>CHECK OUT THIS INTERVIEW WITH REV. AL SHARPTON ABOUT JESSE JACKSON'S REMARKS ABOUT OBAMA. HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THIS REPORTER? I'M NOT GONNA ADD MY OPINION JUST YET.I WANNA HEAR FROM YOU GUYS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE'S THE LINK:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.foxnews.com/video/index.html?playerId=videolandingpage&amp;amp;streamingFormat=FLASH&amp;amp;referralObject=2181702&amp;amp;referralPlaylistId=searchdivisive%20remarks"&gt;http://www.foxnews.com/video/index.html?playerId=videolandingpage&amp;amp;streamingFormat=FLASH&amp;amp;referralObject=2181702&amp;amp;referralPlaylistId=searchdivisive%20remarks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-3376308193377235077?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/3376308193377235077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=3376308193377235077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/3376308193377235077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/3376308193377235077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/07/check-out-this-interview-with-rev.html' title='I SMELL FISH'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-1872528007450746042</id><published>2008-07-10T13:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T13:43:23.681-04:00</updated><title type='text'>COMFORT FOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.topicsites.com/phillis-wheatley/Phillis-Wheatley-book-bw1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.topicsites.com/phillis-wheatley/Phillis-Wheatley-book-bw1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;MARTIN LUTHER KING, ROSA PARKS, HARRIET TUBMAN.&lt;br /&gt;AS we know these are some of the most influential black people that ever walked this green Earth. But I wanted to take the time to highlight some of the names that we don't know right off the top of our heads. There were so many black people who made a way for us to live and who paved the way for many of the greats that we have today and I wanted to highlight some of the folks that are sometimes overlooked. There is a great site called Notable Artists that gives brief biographies of black people who have made great contributions to African Americans and to the world. It really is a great site.&lt;br /&gt;One of these featured greats is Phillis Wheatley. Now, I had never heard of Ms.Wheatley so I am sure that some of you haven't either. Anyway Ms. Wheatley was sold into slavery at the tender age of 8. However, the family she was sold to educated her and she went on to become a published poet. It is very refreshing to know that not all of the slave owners wanted to degrade black people and use them; some of them actually did believe in educating them so that they could aspire and become successful. You can read more of Phillis Wheatley's story at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biography.com/blackhistory/artists.jsp"&gt;http://www.biography.com/blackhistory/artists.jsp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~LANA~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-1872528007450746042?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/1872528007450746042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=1872528007450746042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/1872528007450746042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/1872528007450746042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/07/comfort-food.html' title='COMFORT FOOD'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-8343419679658790865</id><published>2008-07-10T11:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T11:35:27.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter taste in my mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zayko.com/blog/hello/645504/1024/boston-sky1-2006.07.05-13.10.00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.zayko.com/blog/hello/645504/1024/boston-sky1-2006.07.05-13.10.00.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;This year my 4th is filled with laughs, Catch Phrase and the handsome, talented John Legend. However, I witnessed some people's exploitation of freedom. My friends sat outside of the Art Museum from around 1pm, I didn't get there until 6 (it was my day off I was relaxing). Needless to say we had the best seats in the house, well until the rain came and people rushed us. The rain seemed to not be enough in mere minutes we were in the middle of the crowd. I did not see much of sexy John Legend, but I enjoyed the music extensively, he is even better live. I felt that I had paid for a concert since he sang at least 10 songs, and brought out Estelle who sings "American Boy" ft Kanye West. I love her. Overall I give the 4th an A-. The rain was in the way, umbrellas were all over the place, my hair got handled, but I learned how to play Catch Phrase, and I had great quality time with some of my closest friends. After the concert, I saw how close we were to the stage, we were right there but I felt sooo far away. People celebrated their independence very rudely, I guess in true American, well Philadelphian style. I wouldn't have had it any other way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-8343419679658790865?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/8343419679658790865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=8343419679658790865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/8343419679658790865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/8343419679658790865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/07/bitter-taste-in-my-mouth.html' title='Bitter taste in my mouth'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-2457521740052515773</id><published>2008-07-10T11:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T14:31:49.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why choose McDonald's when you can have Filet Mignon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://mobasoft.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/barack-obama-official-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://mobasoft.com/wordpress/wp-content/uploads/barack-obama-official-small.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Lil-Wayne-bm01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://images.starpulse.com/Photos/Previews/Lil-Wayne-bm01.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sports.gearlive.com/blogimages/Elton_Brand_in_the_post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://sports.gearlive.com/blogimages/Elton_Brand_in_the_post.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Today I faced a shocking truth. Today's young, mostly African-American youth could care less about Presidential candidate, Barack Obama and are more interested in the likes of Lil Wayne, Elton Brand and Myspace.com.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I'm spending the month of July working at a Basketball, Computer and Reading camp at my high school. I work in the Computer room, since my basketball skills have vanished, just like my 8th grade style. But back to the topic at hand. I gave one group of kids an assignment, which I do daily. In an attempt to open their eyes to more than basketball and hopes of making the NBA, I am embracing their dreams but trying to show them reality. Reality for them, statistically, is to not graduate high school, let alone go onto to college. Most of them sadly, will end up in jail or living a life of crime. I don't believe in statistics and in my four week time I am trying to show them more than the NBA, more than Myspace.com and show them the great men that are paving the way for them right now like Barack Obama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I told a camper to go online and research John McCain and Barack Obama, he responded rudely with "I don't want to look up that crap!". Crap? I responded with a very attitudinal, "That's how you feel? Barack is crap? and what would you rather look up Lil Wayne?" I left no time for response, I had to make an example of it him, and I find myself doing that with each group of campers. I stopped all of them and said, " Is Barack not important to you guys? This man could be the first African-American president, he has already made amazing strides for males and African Americans as a whole, and you say he is crap? I am sorry for you, because you don't know anything about who you are, and what you can become, and instead of being extraordinary you rather be ordinary, a black "ball player" who knows nothing about anything but that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;I leave camp everyday with my cheeks burning, and my face hot. Sometimes I just want to scream because they just don't get it. I have been very privileged and like the other counselors am taking my time out to help them. But you can't always help everyone, most people will never appreciate things or understand. I just hope that in the midst of me screaming or laughing with them, teaching them how to type, or laughing at a missed lay up, they understand that mainstream is not the only stream for them, they do not have to be cookie cutter black males. The have amazing role models dead and alive, and the NBA draft and roster, should not be the only thing they understand. The NBA is not the only way and neither is rap music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;Jess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-2457521740052515773?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/2457521740052515773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=2457521740052515773&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/2457521740052515773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/2457521740052515773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-choose-mcdonads-when-you-can-have.html' title='Why choose McDonald&apos;s when you can have Filet Mignon?'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-845984413182057162</id><published>2008-06-30T20:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T21:02:11.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE POETRY***YEA I'M DEEP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://allsorts.typepad.com/allsorts/images/strength.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://allsorts.typepad.com/allsorts/images/strength.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;CONFIDENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;EVERY WOMAN HAS HER NIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHEN SHE'S THE ONLY THING IN SIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TRAFFIC STOPS AS SHE WALKS BY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;CATCHING A GLIMPSE FROM EVERY GUY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                     HER EYES ARE BRIGHT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                     HER HEAD HELD HIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                     HER STRUT IS STRONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                    WON'T MISS A BEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                    BEAUTIFUL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                    FROM HEAD TO FEET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                    A BOLD ONE TRIES TO LOOK IN HER EYES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                    BUT FADES AWAY LIKE NIGHT TO DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                    SHE DOESN'T MIND HIM &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                    IT EXCITES HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                   MOST ARE TOO SCARED TO INVITE HER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                  THEY USUALLY CRUMBLE UP LIKE SAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                   TOO MANY BOYS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                   SHE NEEDS A MAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                   SHE HAD A GOOD ONE ONCE BEFORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                   HE HAD TO GO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                   TOO INSECURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                   HE COULDN'T HANDLE HER INDEPENDENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                   FOR HER NAME IS CONFIDENCE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;                                                     ~LANA~&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/3246077491910129304-845984413182057162?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/845984413182057162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=845984413182057162&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/845984413182057162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/845984413182057162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/06/more-poetryyea-im-deep.html' title='MORE POETRY***YEA I&apos;M DEEP'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-5889929096331006402</id><published>2008-06-10T13:30:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T13:07:50.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BE MINE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://f.screensavers.com/OMS/img/407/be_mine_heart_wallpaper_215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://f.screensavers.com/OMS/img/407/be_mine_heart_wallpaper_215.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.buycostumes.com/mgen/merchandiser/24890.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;LOVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lately I've been really confused, confused about one thing in particular, love. I see some of the women around me "fall" in and out of "love". I thought I had found love a couple years ago too, I was wrong. I had a conversation the other day with some of these women who said that love could make you do some unimaginable things. They said that no matter how much a person hurts you physically, mentally, and emotionally, you will still do anything for them. Call me the ICE PRINCESS but I don't know about that. The girls said that I couldn't understand where they where coming from because I had never been in love like this. Correct me if I'm wrong but I didn't think that LOVE was supposed to hurt you in these ways. Love doesn't do that. I did some research on the subject to assist me in my journey of finding a solid definition of love. I got this definition from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love represents a range of human &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Emotion" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emotion"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;emotions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and experiences related to the senses of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Affection" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Affection"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;affection&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and sexual attraction.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love#cite_note-oxford-0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[1]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; The word love can refer to a variety of different feelings, states, and attitudes, ranging from generic &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Pleasure" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pleasure"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pleasure&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; to intense &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Interpersonal attraction" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Interpersonal_attraction"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;interpersonal attraction&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. This diversity of meanings, combined with the complexity of the feelings involved, makes love unusually difficult to consistently define, even compared to other emotional states. As an abstract concept love usually refers to a strong, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Ineffability" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ineffability"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ineffable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; feeling towards another person. Even this limited conception of love, however, encompasses a wealth of different feelings, from the passionate desire and intimacy of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Romance (love)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Romance_%28love%29"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;romantic love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; to the nonsexual &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Whew! Now that was an earful! Basically this says that love is complicated and hard to put into words. Nevertheless I still don't see anything in here about being subject to abuse and degradation. Nothing in this defintion even suggests that. My parents have been married for 23 years and they would do anything for one another but one thing I do know is that if either of them felt like they were being abused, they would not tolerate it. I know it seems like I'm all over the place with this post but that's because I'm so confused. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Another definition of Love that I found was this:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is the continual act of unconditionally putting the needs of others before your own (&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wikihow.com/Love"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.wikihow.com/Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I do understand this defintion but it takes me back to the conversation I had with these girls. When someone is abusive and hurtful and they say "but I love you", does that make it okay? Will love do those things?Will love treat you like that? I think it is time for some of these girls, who will remain nameless to wake up! I do understand that pretty much every girl will have that person in their life who they are weak for and as I like to say, "dumb for" but I think love should be an empowering thing. It shouldn't be something that makes you weak or dumb. If this is the case then maybe you should re-evaluate yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I listen to stories about girls going crazy and doing so many crazy things when they are in a relationship because they "love" their partner so much, which to me sounds like you love that other person more than you love yourself. I'm not an expert on this subject and I am open to anyone who has any insight on the topic to help me understand the notion of love and what it entails. Maybe the girls were right, I may not understand because I haven't been down that road yet but from the looks of things that may not be a trip I wanna take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Idk...Tell me what yout think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~LANA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-5889929096331006402?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/5889929096331006402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=5889929096331006402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/5889929096331006402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/5889929096331006402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/06/be-mine.html' title='BE MINE'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-4906296970954801680</id><published>2008-05-21T23:33:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:50:10.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.framehousegallery.net/images/5522-music_warms_the_heart_FHG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.framehousegallery.net/images/5522-music_warms_the_heart_FHG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Music is amazing isn't it? It has such a healing power. I'm a Hip/Hop/R&amp;amp;B/Jazz/Soft Rock chick myself. No matter what I'm going through I can always turn on my music and get lost in it. I know that music lovers across the world can share my sentiment on the subject. I mean for me its Lauryn Hill, Mary J, Jay Z, and so many more artists that just inspire me to wanna write, sing, laugh, cry; music provokes so many different emotions in me. I think my love for music came from my dad because he is the Music Man. I mean he has every album, and yes I did say album, you could ever think of. It's just something about a piano, or violin that calms the spirit or someone singing or spitting a bar that's so relatable you question whether or not you wrote the song yourself and are about to sue the tail off of someone lol. But on a serious note, I would be pretty lost and confused without music. Music, well good music is timeless and can speak so many different volumes to so many different people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Music has gotten our country through many difficult times throughout history. My ancestors used to sing to one another during slavery to help to motivate one another and make each other faithful that things would get better. Music has the ability to speak to people even if there are no words. There is something that is universally relatable about music that speaks to one's soul. I feel like I have a personal love affair with my music that no one can understand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me what you think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~Lana~&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/3246077491910129304-4906296970954801680?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/4906296970954801680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=4906296970954801680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/4906296970954801680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/4906296970954801680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/05/sweet-music.html' title='Sweet Music'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-2995489765935349033</id><published>2008-05-21T23:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:31:40.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HUNGRY FOR WORK</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mnmaao.org/images/jobs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.mnmaao.org/images/jobs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hey there party people--- okay so that was a little corny! Anyway I haven't blogged in a while because life was happening to me and I do apologize but now I'm back with way too much time on my hands. I have successfully completed my freshman year of college and I, like many of my colleagues am trying or should I say dying to find a job! I have been applying here and there and everywhere trying to find somewhere to work. I must admit, I worked in retail for a year and I KNOW that it something I don't want to do again unless I absolutely have to! But frankly the economy is so bad right now that it is not only hard for college students like myself to find work, it's hard for anyone to find a job. It's getting scary. I was watching a news broadcast the other day and there was a lady expressing her grief about the subject. She was in her thirties and she couldn't find a job that she didn't have to travel across the city for. With gas prices up so high, we spend our week's earnings just trying to transport ourselves back and forth to work. It's getting ridiculous. I hope that change is coming (Obama), not that he can save the world but I believe in him and I think that he can bring some positive energy to this country because people seem to be so pessimistic right now. I know things will change, I just know it. Any insight,questions, concerns on the subject? Please feel free to comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me what you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~Lana~&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/3246077491910129304-2995489765935349033?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/2995489765935349033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=2995489765935349033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/2995489765935349033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/2995489765935349033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/05/hungry-for-work.html' title='HUNGRY FOR WORK'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-2885525716070223564</id><published>2008-04-30T13:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T13:39:07.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FOOD FOR THOUGHT ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.downshoredrift.com/photos/uncategorized/thinking_man.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.downshoredrift.com/photos/uncategorized/thinking_man.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;An interesting discussion in my Intellectual Heritage class got me to thinking. We were discussing the idea of success, failure and rewards in life. My teacher raised the question of whether or not we are "sleepwalking through life". If we were not rewarded for doing things in life and if there was no such thing as success, would we still be driven or motivated to continue in our everyday routines like going to class, work, etc.? If there was no promotion to look forward to or ice cream cone if you clean your room, would life be meaningful to us?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I don't think so. Most people spend their whole lives working towards something so that they will feel complete in life. It may not always be monetary, sometimes it is spiritual or religious, but it is still something that gives a person the feeling of success. My professor took it a step further when he asked us, if we could live in a world where there was no such thing as success, would we come to school, and why do we even come to school now? This is going to sound horrible but, if I didn't have to, I wouldn't go to school; not because I don't love learning but let's face it you can learn a lot from just living. Real experiences have taught me so much more than any book in any class has ever taught me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In school we learn all types of things and then we have to apply them to real life. Why not just go out there and see for ourselves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;But focusing back on my main point, I think it would be interesting if everyone just sat back and really examined what they are doing right now in their lives and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;What are we striving for? A guy in my class made a good point. He said that people work their entire lives to get enough money to retire and for what? Five years to spend it and then die? What's the point in that? I laughed when I heard this, but I think it makes a lot of sense. A lot of people have their "live for today moment" in life and I guess this is mine. It's definitley &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;food for thought&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; though (plug*). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;idk...tell me what you think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~Lana~&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/3246077491910129304-2885525716070223564?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/2885525716070223564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=2885525716070223564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/2885525716070223564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/2885525716070223564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/04/food-for-thought.html' title='FOOD FOR THOUGHT ;-)'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-4595064525908375628</id><published>2008-04-29T23:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T00:11:09.707-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in the mood for dessert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I'm in a very reflective mood right now, just thinking back on '08 so far. My year has been a difficult one from before New Years, the death of a close family friend has forever changed me and I've been moved to tears by Robin Thicke's song &lt;em&gt;Angels&lt;/em&gt;. I've never been a big believer in them, but last week I think I encountered a person that reminded me of my family friend Mr Eric, in the form of a Temple Police officer, Hap. This man was so kind and generous, so filled with Mr Eric's nature and demeanor that I felt like I was in his presence. It's hard to explain, but I knew that Hap came into my life when he did to be my "special friend" and guide like Mr Eric had been up until his death. I feel blessed right now, with peace in my soul, and with amazing friends and family. I hope and pray that everyone realizes what they have and take time to reflect from time to time because life has a way of getting so crazy that we feel alone. Just know that you're not alone, you have an angel looking out for you, it could be someone you know, or just some kind person that reminds you of that one person you will never get over, or replace. That person is your Angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I love you Mr Eric &amp;amp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;always will. I miss you more everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Jessica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-4595064525908375628?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/4595064525908375628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=4595064525908375628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/4595064525908375628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/4595064525908375628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/04/not-in-mood-for-dessert.html' title='Not in the mood for dessert'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-2805057341006110716</id><published>2008-04-22T20:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:39:32.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PIE IN THE FACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://morningcoffee.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/clinton-obama-tradeing-jabs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://morningcoffee.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/clinton-obama-tradeing-jabs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://morningcoffee.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/clinton-obama-tradeing-jabs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Today was an excting day for me. It was my first time voting! I had anticipated this day for a while now and I was especially excited to vote in one of the most historic elections to date. Today was the election day for the Pennsylvania Primary elections. (I know that seems a little redundant but you'd be surprised by how many people didn't know that). However, I am very concerned about the youth vote. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As many of you know, the youth vote is one of the most important votes, especially in Pennsylvania. Yesterday, on election -day -eve I talked to a family member of mine (who will remain nameless) about voting today in the Primary elections and he said that he was not voting; he had not even registered to vote. He told me that he didn't see how voting benefitted him. THIS IS A MAJOR PROBLEM!!! The youth are not being educated enough about politics. I must admit, it took a lot for me personally to become interested in politics because I was pretty bored by it. I didn't become really interested and involved until I came to college and took a political science class. I, too thought it was just a bunch of old people making laws about stop lights and whether or not we would get ticketed for jay-walking (okay that's a bit of a stretch but you catch my drift). Anyway my cousin did not see how getting registered and voting would get him out of his current situation. He said he would still be living in the same place and struggling just as he is now. This really hurt my heart as I listened to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;However, I am not upset with him. We need to do a better job of educating people about how much of an impact the government and politics has on our lives. Not just young people need to know these things, everybody does. There are some older people who have never voted in their lives because they think that the whole process is intimidating and confusing. In reality, the part that matters, the actual pushing of the button to vote, that is the easiest part! But registering can be a little confusing. I had my parents helping me through the process which made it easier but I have many friends who weren't as lucky and never got to cast their vote. So this is my charge to anyone reading this to take the time out to talk to at least one person and to see how well they understand the voting process and help them to fill in the blanks!Oh...and...uh OBAMA FOR YA MAMA!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~Lana~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-2805057341006110716?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/2805057341006110716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=2805057341006110716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/2805057341006110716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/2805057341006110716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/04/pie-in-face.html' title='PIE IN THE FACE'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-5513919368272022851</id><published>2008-04-22T13:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:34:43.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No talking with food in your mouth!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My adventures with Septa continue, specifically on the 23 bus. I went home (Mt Airy) to be a great citizen and vote for the first time. That's a story in itself, but this post is about my ride on the 23 bus. I think I should write a book about my adventures but ANYWHO, since when do kids get spelling practice on the bus? I witnessed a grandma lecture her grandson about how she was going to "whip his butt with her belt". After the child lied about putting his money in the machine for his transfer his grandma yelled, " You're lucky I don't have my belt!". She proceeded to yell the letters of belt to him like a drill sergeant, " b-e-l-t, what's that spell? And I'm gonna do what? t-a-p, whats that spell? Tap what? b-u-t." The little boy interjected, "It's b-u-t-t grandma!" and she happily responded by saying, " I bet you know what to spell the three letter word for that too." I was wowed. So wowed I couldn't even turn my head to be nosey. This went on for about 5 minutes at the top of their lungs at 8:30 in the morning. I left the bus preparing myself for my spelling bee, b-e-l-t, t-a-p, b-u-t-t!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Until my next adventure on the 23 bus folks, practice your ABC's because you'll never know when you'll be not-so-pleasantly reminded of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-5513919368272022851?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/5513919368272022851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=5513919368272022851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/5513919368272022851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/5513919368272022851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-talking-with-food-in-your-mouth.html' title='No talking with food in your mouth!'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-7292864291785537611</id><published>2008-04-08T17:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:52:10.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking Prohibited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;I dunno about you America, but I don't smoke, which I'm starting to feel, makes me fall in the minority at Temple at least. I cannot walk across campus without smoke filling my lungs and coughing in disgust. It's as if people rush out of class, and run through the designated "No Smoking" areas to get a quick smoke in before their next class starts. Frankly, if I wanted to die of lung cancer or lung disease I'd smoke three packs a day just like the masses. So please people, stop blowing your smoke in my face, I'm just trying to get an education, not a disease along the way. Second hand smoke, is disgusting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,153,0)"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-7292864291785537611?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/7292864291785537611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=7292864291785537611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/7292864291785537611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/7292864291785537611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/04/smoking-prohibited.html' title='Smoking Prohibited!'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-8969522986384729389</id><published>2008-04-08T17:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:53:05.249-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste of Your Own Medicine Part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,102)"&gt;Classless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classless, Trashy, Nasty Girl- Destiny's Child circa, my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;Girls with tight skirts, humping anything stable&lt;br /&gt;That's classless, trashy, nasty.&lt;br /&gt;Thong up their back, knee high boots wearing, legs spread awaiting your arrival&lt;br /&gt;That's classless, trashy, nasty.&lt;br /&gt;The Stay-At-Home girlfriend, resisting temptation, gets released by you even though she was satiated by your love as if he was your last supper.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you couldn't stay around for desert, and ran out on the check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica&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/3246077491910129304-8969522986384729389?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/8969522986384729389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=8969522986384729389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/8969522986384729389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/8969522986384729389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/04/taste-of-your-own-medicine-ii.html' title='Taste of Your Own Medicine Part II'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-1944870774592058057</id><published>2008-04-08T16:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T23:53:29.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Taste of Your Own Medicine Part I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;Venting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ex was the one who gave up and gave into temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;The ex was the one to leave me alone, drowning in my own tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;The ex was the one to cut off all my strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;So now I've got no strings to hold me down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;So let me fall free fall and commit all the wrongs I chose to, let me do me like you're already doing you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;Because you never had enough heart to do us both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jessica&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/3246077491910129304-1944870774592058057?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/1944870774592058057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=1944870774592058057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/1944870774592058057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/1944870774592058057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/04/taste-of-your-own-medicine-part-i.html' title='A Taste of Your Own Medicine Part I'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-8863023160732050732</id><published>2008-04-08T00:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:48:00.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MORE POETRY**YEA I'M DEEP**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.jujuwebdesign.com/photos/USA/Chicago/images/skyscrapers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.jujuwebdesign.com/photos/USA/Chicago/images/skyscrapers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TALLER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XCUSE ME LIL MAN IS IT ME YOU’RE TALKIN 2?&lt;br /&gt;DIDN’T MEAN TO IGNORE&lt;br /&gt;I JUST COULDN’T SEE YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU, WAY DOWN THERE&lt;br /&gt;YOU OUGHTA GET A LADDER&lt;br /&gt;OR MAYBE GAIN SOME WEIGHT&lt;br /&gt;YEA GET A LIL FATTER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO THE SKY IS WHERE I’M GOIN&lt;br /&gt;6 FOOT AND I’M STILL GROWIN&lt;br /&gt;LEGS ARE GETTIN LONGER&lt;br /&gt;CALVES ARE GETTING STRONGER&lt;br /&gt;HURRY UP BABY&lt;br /&gt;WON’T BE THIS HEIGHT MUCH LONGER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE A CIGARETTE&lt;br /&gt;YOU TRIED TO STUNT MY GROWTH&lt;br /&gt;MAKE ME SHORT LIKE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;HA, I LAUGH AT JOKES!&lt;br /&gt;YOU WOULDN’T LET ME GROW&lt;br /&gt;SO I HAD TO LET YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;I’M ON AN ELEVATOR&lt;br /&gt;THE ONLY WAY IS UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;NAPOLEAN SYNDROME&lt;br /&gt;YOU GOT IT DOWN TO A SCIENCE&lt;br /&gt;YOU TRIED TO BELITTLE ME&lt;br /&gt;BUT I’M NOT IN COMPLIANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEE THERE’S A HEIGHT REQUIREMENT&lt;br /&gt;AND YOU JUST DON’T PASS&lt;br /&gt;CAN’T SEE YOU&lt;br /&gt;WITH A MAGNIFYING GLASS&lt;br /&gt;SORRY BABY DOLL&lt;br /&gt;JUST GO AND EAT YA WHEATIES&lt;br /&gt;MAYBE ONE DAY&lt;br /&gt;YOU’LL BE TALL ENOUGH TO REACH ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~LANA~&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/3246077491910129304-8863023160732050732?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/8863023160732050732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=8863023160732050732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/8863023160732050732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/8863023160732050732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/04/taller-xcuse-me-lil-man-is-it-me-youre.html' title='MORE POETRY**YEA I&apos;M DEEP**'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-9183005790959851234</id><published>2008-04-08T00:15:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:17:39.305-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ORDER'S UP!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/SHVFwy6LfKI/AAAAAAAAAEw/4BQXHlcvQXY/s1600-h/alicia-keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/SHVF4GH2ZaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5-WVccZvJYQ/s1600-h/alicia-keys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221156173024486818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/SHVF4GH2ZaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5-WVccZvJYQ/s200/alicia-keys.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/SHVFoZKzAEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DoioE3HYvBw/s1600-h/THE+HILLS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221155903259213890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/SHVFoZKzAEI/AAAAAAAAAEo/DoioE3HYvBw/s200/THE+HILLS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;THE HILLS/MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I guess it's time for me to come to terms with my addiction and admit it to the world that I, like many, am obsessed with MTV's:The Hills. It's really sad that I have nothing better to do with my Monday nights than to sit and dive into the lives of Heidi, Lauren, Audrina and the bunch. I mean I think I know more about what's going on in Lauren Conrad's life than I do in my own. Yet and still my girlfriends and I crowd around the television every Monday night and discuss Heidi's new implants or how we feel that it's definitely time for Lauren to "go dark" (meaning her hair color). As if the show is not addictive enough, MTV has now started a new mini series called FRESH TAKES starring none other than R&amp;amp;B singer Alicia Keys. The series showcases the lives of three women living in the city doing random things that young girls do like dating, and shopping and things of the like. The series is a little cheesy but it was a smart move on MTV's part because it falls in the place of a commercial break during The Hills. It is a good way to keep the viewers from not turning the channel once they've realized that they're are too engrossed in the lives of Lauren, Spencer and Heidi [The Hills]. Not to mention, it allows us to see a little acting from Ms. Keys which is a nice change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;During the show [The Hills], MTV also has a little box appear on the screen that tells the name and artist of the songs that play throughout the show. Great advertising techniques if you ask me. Kudos to you MTV. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~LANA~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-9183005790959851234?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/9183005790959851234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=9183005790959851234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/9183005790959851234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/9183005790959851234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/04/order-up.html' title='ORDER&apos;S UP!!'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/SHVF4GH2ZaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/5-WVccZvJYQ/s72-c/alicia-keys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-7697891999851175022</id><published>2008-04-08T00:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:17:39.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GET READY TO THROW THAT RICE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R_rxMZtHH9I/AAAAAAAAADo/8OjFvNbKEaU/s1600-h/beyonce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186723116231368658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R_rxMZtHH9I/AAAAAAAAADo/8OjFvNbKEaU/s320/beyonce.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;JAY-Z AND BEYONCE FINALLY DID IT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sources say rapper Jay-Z and Beyonce finally tied the knot in a private New York City ceremony. The couple are still trying to keep it a secret which is pretty hard to do considering who they are but they haven't officially approved any of the rumors. Personally, I hope it is true! Yes, I am one of those hopeless romantics that wants the "happily ever after" ending, even for celebrities. Hope it works out for the two, but I am interested in hearing what Matthew Knowles, Beyonce's father/manager has to say about all of this considering previous rumors that he wasn't to fond of Mr. Jay-Z. Well I guess it doesn't matter because the two have been going strong for roughly six years now; it's about time they went all the way and jumped the broom. If it is true I'm happy, if not, let's get a move on it people! Beyonce, your biological clock is ticking!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tell me what you think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Lana~&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/3246077491910129304-7697891999851175022?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/7697891999851175022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=7697891999851175022&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/7697891999851175022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/7697891999851175022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/04/get-ready-to-throw-that-rice.html' title='GET READY TO THROW THAT RICE!!!'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R_rxMZtHH9I/AAAAAAAAADo/8OjFvNbKEaU/s72-c/beyonce.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-6799594836960413162</id><published>2008-03-10T15:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:17:40.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BRAINFREEZE!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R9YAnrWiXHI/AAAAAAAAADY/JT-3IcjInJg/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176325503361113202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R9YAnrWiXHI/AAAAAAAAADY/JT-3IcjInJg/s200/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R9YAobWiXII/AAAAAAAAADg/IE-ESGqhGDM/s1600-h/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176325516246015106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R9YAobWiXII/AAAAAAAAADg/IE-ESGqhGDM/s200/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Friday night I had the opportunity to go to Miss Jones Grown Folk Friday's (thanks to Nia; please visit her website Nmyfootsteps.com). Yes, I just threw a plug in there! For those of you who don't know, Miss Jones is a popular radio personality on Hot 97 and she also broadcasts on 100.3 The Beat. The return of Grown Folk Friday's was a highly anticipated event and some stars came out to show their support. Some of the stars that were in attendace were Ray-J, Young Berg and members of MTV's Making The Band: Season 2. The bandmates that showed up were Dylan, E-Ness, Babs and Sarah Stokes. Some of you may remember Dylan if you were a Dave Chappelle fan because he did many skits on him on his show.Sarah Stokes announced her new make up line called SAS that will be in stores soon and Babs said that she was no longer with Bad Boy but that she was signed to another record label. It was nice to see the band after all of this time. However, Babs could have done a better job with her hair. I mean she did know that she would be taking pictures and be in the public eye and she didn't seem to mind the fact that her hair was, well, ROUGH! I do remember episodes of Making the Band when Babs was shown getting her tracks sewn in on national television, so maybe her New York: I don't give a fart! attitude makes her more relatable. She is a rapper and it seems to be a need for female rappers to appear hard and rugged but I've never seen Lil' Kim in a photo or public event with her hair tossed like that. But hey, it could have just been one of those days, so I'll cut her a little slack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Meanwhile Ray-J performed his hit 'Sexy Can I?' which is my number one favorite song right now. We wanted to interview him but his bodyguard wouldn't have it. He wouldn't even let us take any footage of the performance. I don't know what that was about. I mean he is a celebrity but come on, it's not MJ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me what you think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~Lana~&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/3246077491910129304-6799594836960413162?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/6799594836960413162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=6799594836960413162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/6799594836960413162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/6799594836960413162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/03/brainfreeze.html' title='BRAINFREEZE!!!'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R9YAnrWiXHI/AAAAAAAAADY/JT-3IcjInJg/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-3601194973465602303</id><published>2008-03-04T12:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T12:49:37.494-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CREAM AND SUGAR?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/djrock3k/pic/00002w47/s640x480"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/djrock3k/pic/00002w47/s640x480" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AMEN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;There's nothing like a trip downtown on the subway in Philly right? You never know what or whom you will encounter. Well on Monday Jessica and I were going downtown to a class and there was a lady on the subway preaching the Word of the Bible. She was not only preaching it but she was yelling it over the sounds of the subway.(So we can all imagine how loud she was). It was an awkward feeling as me and Jessica sat down on the subway. I scanned the faces of the people sitting and standing on the sub. There were looks of utter disgust, they were some smirks, there were people that completely ignored the lady, and there were a few people actually listening intently. For the most part, everyone kept their own individual thoughts to themselves. The people that were talking kept their conversations quiet as if they didn't want to be rude in church lol. But seriously speaking, no one was blatantly rude. I'm sure there were people of many different religions on that sub, but no one objected to anything she was saying or seemed to get angry. The fact that it was 8:00 on a Monday morning could have had something to do with this as well, but let's not get too technical. This is the great thing about America. We are free to practice whatever religion we want and talk freely about it in public. I have to admit, when I first sat down, my first thought was Oh goodness someone please 302 this lady. (For those of you who don't know, that means send her to the looney bin). But after listening to her for a little while I found myself caught up into the things she was saying. I have to say I admire her strategy. What better way to get people to listen to you than to preach on a public transportation vehicle. I mean we are underground where most cell phones are out of service. There were the select few that turned their IPods all the way up, but this woman was pretty loud. I guess my point is that America is really a great country to live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tell me what you think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~Lana~&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/3246077491910129304-3601194973465602303?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/3601194973465602303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=3601194973465602303&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/3601194973465602303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/3601194973465602303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/03/cream-and-sugar.html' title='CREAM AND SUGAR?'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-5481069642104784392</id><published>2008-03-04T12:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:17:40.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SUGAR SWEET:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R82EsOg9RQI/AAAAAAAAACY/bwtIs6Rx0as/s1600-h/gummi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173937442264007938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="240" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R82EsOg9RQI/AAAAAAAAACY/bwtIs6Rx0as/s320/gummi.jpg" width="225" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POSITIVE REINFORCEMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I've been trying to be more optimistic lately. I am a worry-aholic, yes I just invented a new word. Anyway, I am one of those people that sits up all night thinking about all the things I have to get done the next day. I am a Christian but I, like most people have my weaknesses. Christians are not supposed to worry themseleves with things that are out of their control, which is pretty much everything; they are supposed to look to God to make it alright. Now I know that every person is not a religious or spiritual person, so for the worry-aholic people out there, I think I've found a solution that really works. Most people have heard of positive reinforcement. For those of you who have not, here's a brief definition: Positive reinforcement is remaining optimistic about whatever situation you find yourself in. For instance, if you have a major exam or meeting to go to, you simly say to yourself "The meeting/exam will be a piece of cake" or something positive. I have found that once I claim a negative outcome of something, the negative prevails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Positive reinforcement has really been working for me lately. It helps relieve a lot of my everyday stress. You have to believe that everything will work out just fine and it will. Positive reinforcement is also encouraging to the people around you. IF your friend or someone close to you is going through something, telling them that everything will be ok may seem like sugar- coating but it is actually very helpful. Sometimes just hearing that from someone else is reassuring and helps the person to believe it. My mother does this all the time to me when I get down about something, she tells me it will be fine and that encourages me to believe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Try it out for a while and see if it works. It has for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;TEll me what you think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~Lana~&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/3246077491910129304-5481069642104784392?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/5481069642104784392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=5481069642104784392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/5481069642104784392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/5481069642104784392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/03/sugar-sweet.html' title='SUGAR SWEET:'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R82EsOg9RQI/AAAAAAAAACY/bwtIs6Rx0as/s72-c/gummi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-3605602756402155447</id><published>2008-02-28T10:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:17:40.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WE ALL SCREAM FOR ICE CREAM: TERRANCE HOWARD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R8ba3GjAt6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eHfi6pWF5e0/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172061862266714018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="239" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R8ba3GjAt6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/eHfi6pWF5e0/s320/025.JPG" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Terrance Howard came to my school, Temple Univerisity On Monday, February 25 to give a lecture. He was welcomed into the room by screaming women that could not compose themselves upon seeing him. One of the first things he said upon entering was something like "Sit down, because half of ya'll are not gonna like me by the time I finish this lecture". This only made me all the more interested. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Once the crowd quieted down, Terrance wasted no time in telling us that he was a narcissist. According to Merriam-Webster, a narcissist is defined as egoism; egocentrism, or love of or sexual desire for one's own body. However, I do not carry around a dictionary everywhere I go, but maybe I should. That's besides the point though. I wasn't clear on exactly what a narcissist was when Terrance was speaking. I knew it involved an individual worshipping themselves but I thought that meant that they did not believe in any higher power but themselves. However, Terrance did refer to God a couple times during his speech suggesting that he did believe God created him and he did love God but not as much as he loved himself. I thought that was blasphemy. This is the most puzzling part about narcissism to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Terrance said some things that initially gave me a bad feeling about him. He said that he has no mentour and puts no one else above himself. He said that the only reason he liked his children was because they looked like him. Naturally everyone laughed when he said this, but I thought it was alittle extreme, maybe that is why it was humorous. He went on to talk about the biggest race we will ever run; he was reffering to the race to fertilize the egg so that we can be born. He came back to that point throughout his speech as if to say :Don't be a waste of sperm. That was a clever way of saying that but to start off a speech with it, I'm not so sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Terrance also told us that he doesn't like acting and that he does it because it is a means to provide for his family which I found surprising. He also told us that he was in prison for two years but was released because he studied and found a way to get himself out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Howard's whole point was that he was the one who will always be there for him. Your parents could leave you, your children could leave so you are all you have. I do understand that message, it is a harsh reality and I think that was why I was taken aback by his bluntness. I have seen Howard on award shows and in interviews and he always came off to me as arrogant. Now that I better understand his philosophy and practices, I feel differently about him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;All in all Terrance Howard is a very interesting person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;~LANA~&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/3246077491910129304-3605602756402155447?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/3605602756402155447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-7846637321345610079</id><published>2008-02-21T17:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:25:52.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;THE BEGINNING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You remind me of the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The "do you like me?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;circle yes or no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Early on when I was shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I would get butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just to hear you speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You remind me of the funny feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;In my tummy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;When I thought of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You remind me of back when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You'd pull out chairs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And play in my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That stuff from the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when we first met and I played hard to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cat and mouse with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The beginning's always the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;before you learn too much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when my guard's still up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;before feelings mess things up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and emotions get in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Just me &amp;amp; you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;as silly as it sounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I would get cheesy and dumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when you'd be around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you'd ask how my day went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you'd listen so intently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;touch my hand so gently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;and you really cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Yea the beginning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;is by far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;the best part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The beginning is what I'll miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;So let's stop at the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And start all over again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;This way we'll never know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;How it feels to reach the end &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;~Lana Adams~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-7846637321345610079?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-3149062978916958124</id><published>2008-02-21T16:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T17:15:31.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DINNER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MORE POETRY* YEA I'm DEEP*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;'CRADLE'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Played the game of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lost again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gotta fix my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;its broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;didn't work out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;no fall back plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;shoulda had anotha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a fall back man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a just in case fella you didn't know about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so when I hurt within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wouldn't be without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;An enemy of the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;the player I do not despise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Can't hate him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I can hate my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Not the ones in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;but the ones in my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;because they wore a blindfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and could not see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;what was coming up ahead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;right in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;They could have sent a signal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;up 2 my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would've taken the signal and gave it a label&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;like safety blanket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;or better yet cradle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;so that it wouldn't hurt if I actually fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;will my heart heal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;only time will tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wish you could've seen it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;seen me fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;down went his "boop"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cradle and all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~Lana~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-3149062978916958124?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/3149062978916958124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=3149062978916958124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/3149062978916958124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/3149062978916958124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/02/dinner.html' title='DINNER!!!'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-7164985937119472636</id><published>2008-02-02T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T22:44:18.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Allergic to leftovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I have come to the realization that chivalry is dead but since when is it okay for men, yes not boys, to raise their voice at young females. If you are not an authority figure or family member please excuse yourself from thinking you matter. Tonight my roommate and I had a guest over, we followed all of the rules stated in a lease, and went along our merry way. Only to realize according to Sir Edmond at the door the rules have changed and somebody must not have notified us of his severe importance in our lives. Sike naw. This man had the audacity to curse out our guest and when I, being the polite and respectful female I am went downstairs to address the situation, he caught himself being ignorant to me. Frankly I'm confused. Since when do you pay $1300 a month for rent and have to deal with people that are merely a waste of breath. Harsh I know but hey I'm mad. Does this man not know that my rent pays his bills and that I am the resident that will have him explaining to his wife why they won't be eating for a couple of days. Ugh. Well we see how things go on Monday when I discuss this matter with his boss. People seriously try to test you but readers, stay true to yourself and make your parents proud when you bite your tongue and no you did nothing wrong. Because the man is lucky that I thought about his best interest and stepped to him rather than my roommate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over &amp;amp; Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-7164985937119472636?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/7164985937119472636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=7164985937119472636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/7164985937119472636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/7164985937119472636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/02/im-allergic-to-leftovers.html' title='I&apos;m Allergic to leftovers'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-7076735537891531901</id><published>2008-01-24T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T01:06:40.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when you've biten off more than you can chew.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Celebrities these days wear many hats, well like the normal people they are what would expect? But unlike their normal human counterparts celebrities are leaving this earth in drastic ways. The latest celeb to depart Planet Earth fatally being Heath Ledger. Utter shock when I learned the news courtesy of the news ticker that Facebookers statuses have become. What next? A young man, father, son and talented actor plucked from this life suddenly, only to be found by a masseuse and a house cleaner. I don't know what else to expect from celebrities anymore, Nicole Richie has raised the bar in only one year, from a drugie to a jail bird to a mother, she sure moves quickly. But until Hollywood starts making sense I guess I'll stay posted to Facebook to breaking news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-7076735537891531901?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/7076735537891531901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=7076735537891531901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/7076735537891531901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/7076735537891531901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-youve-biten-off-more-than-you-can.html' title='when you&apos;ve biten off more than you can chew.'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-283369448529578650</id><published>2008-01-23T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:17:40.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R5gNcqAqkLI/AAAAAAAAACI/lFl_-1OE0XE/s1600-h/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158888159117480114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R5gNcqAqkLI/AAAAAAAAACI/lFl_-1OE0XE/s320/tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;WHEN A WOMAN'S FED UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So what's the point of dating??Somebody?? Anybody??...No one has the answer huh?? I've been sitting here wondering why we go through the whole process of the dating. The whole cat and mouse game--it's getting pretty old for me and I'm still young. I like you, You like me, we'll pretend not to, we'll spend time together, goo-goo gaa-gaa, lovie-dovie stuff, you'll eventually find a way to get on my nerves, we'll go back and forth about who did or said what, relationship over. I mean really it's the same everytime. Seems like a complete waste of time if you ask me. I know I sound completely bitter, but this is how I feel at this moment, and I felt like sharing. After all sharing is caring, and I care ;-). Why can't we just meet the "one" and be done with it? Why must we go through this grueling process of dating only to find that it's not gonna work? I think I feel like this because I'm a woman and like most women I'm sick of getting emotionally attached to these guys who can't even remember your birthday. My mother keeps telling me that I need to read that book " He's just not that into You", and I'm starting to believe her. This way I'll be able to see the signs well in advance and move on. IDK tell me what you think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~LANA~&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/3246077491910129304-283369448529578650?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/283369448529578650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=283369448529578650&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/283369448529578650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/283369448529578650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-womans-fed-up-so-whats-point-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R5gNcqAqkLI/AAAAAAAAACI/lFl_-1OE0XE/s72-c/tired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-6128059020752193345</id><published>2008-01-16T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:17:40.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R46ruDC6VdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Q4NZbr-fWYg/s1600-h/chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156247430965646802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R46ruDC6VdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Q4NZbr-fWYg/s200/chris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS....THROW THEM AT PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;COMPLAINT SECTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okay So, I am sick and tired to death of the Writer's Strike. Now, I am a writer myself and I'm all for the writer's demanding what they feel they deserve and all that righteous stuff but if I watch another re-run of "Everybody Hates Chris" I'm gonna scream!! That's pretty much all I have to say about that! Make a deal. BE happy. Give me back my prime time sit-coms!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Lana~&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/3246077491910129304-6128059020752193345?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/6128059020752193345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=6128059020752193345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/6128059020752193345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/6128059020752193345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/01/when-life-gives-you-lemons.html' title=''/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R46ruDC6VdI/AAAAAAAAACA/Q4NZbr-fWYg/s72-c/chris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-7284839448091294845</id><published>2008-01-16T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:17:41.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R46jtjC6VcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ErqPvhLLdLU/s1600-h/We-Can-Do-It.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156238626282689986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R46jtjC6VcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ErqPvhLLdLU/s200/We-Can-Do-It.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ALL IN MY KOOL AID!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Local News and Headlines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;One day, I really hope I'll have some good news to report to you about Philadelphia but once again get ready to shake your heads and say little silent prayer for the youth of this great city. Teenage girls are becoming more and more violent today. Mean Girls was not just a movie, it's a reality. A 15 year old girl from West Philadelphia High School was stabbed on her way home from school by another young female on Monday. This has got to stop. Young girls need guidance now more than ever. Philadelphia is already one of the leading cities for gun violence and this problem just adds fuel to the fire. It won't be long before young girls are bringing weapons to school to protect themselves against their classmates. Not to single out one particular group, but this problem seems to be growing among the African American girls in schools. I am not too fresh out of high school myself and I have seen first hand how jealousy among girls turns into fights. The sad thing is that it usually has something to do with a boy. Not to bash the men, but young girls need to become more unified and stand together rather than try to tear each other down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Tell me what you think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Lana~&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/3246077491910129304-7284839448091294845?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/7284839448091294845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=7284839448091294845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/7284839448091294845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/7284839448091294845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/01/all-in-my-kool-aid-local-news-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R46jtjC6VcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/ErqPvhLLdLU/s72-c/We-Can-Do-It.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-1918400893410640286</id><published>2008-01-16T19:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T08:17:41.229-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT UNTIL YOU FINISH THOSE PEAS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R46bQDC6VbI/AAAAAAAAABw/3FhLVTHEsbs/s1600-h/american+idol.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156229323383526834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R46bQDC6VbI/AAAAAAAAABw/3FhLVTHEsbs/s200/american+idol.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENTERTAINMENT Section&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Okay Folks, It's been a while since my last post but it's time to get things under way again...what can I say, life happens. The important thing is that I'm back..right?lolz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;So...American Idol is BACK....We're excited!! Aren't we?? Tuesday night was the kick off of season 7 of American Idol. And to add to all of that excitement, the first night featured the auditions in Philadelphia. I'm still trying to figure out whether or not that was a good thing. I mean where's the talent in Philadelphia?? I know FOX has to show the bad auditions and the depressing stories to get ratings, but come on! There has got to be some more talent than the chest waxing, complex personality having, Schizophrenic, Star Wars fanatics we saw on Tuesday night! I don't know I guess Justin Guarini was the closest thing we're gonna get to an American Idol coming out of Philadelphia. IDK...tell me what you think.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;~Lana~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nypost.com/seven/01052007/photos/tv109.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-1918400893410640286?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/1918400893410640286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=1918400893410640286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/1918400893410640286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/1918400893410640286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2008/01/entertainment-section-okay-folks-its.html' title='NOT UNTIL YOU FINISH THOSE PEAS!!!'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hqh4ig8DVkA/R46bQDC6VbI/AAAAAAAAABw/3FhLVTHEsbs/s72-c/american+idol.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-6601740963358501711</id><published>2007-11-16T00:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:27:03.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All in My Kool Aid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://phillips.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/05/21/226stop.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://phillips.blogs.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/05/21/226stop.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Local News and Headlines&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Murders in Philadelphia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;This is getting out of control. Shoot first. Ask questions later --That seems to be the motto of these cold blooded killers running through the streets of Philadelphia. As of April of this year we reached a murder rate that is higher than New York City, Los Angeles and Chicago. This city is RED with blood. Something has got to be done about the innocent people that are dying. I know there are certain rules to "live by" in certain communities but how many times do we have to turn on the news and hear about a 4 year old child being shot in the crossfire before we wake up? Stop Killing each other. Plain and simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;~Lana~&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/3246077491910129304-6601740963358501711?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/6601740963358501711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=6601740963358501711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/6601740963358501711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/6601740963358501711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2007/11/all-in-my-kool-aid.html' title='All in My Kool Aid!'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-677397846363566488</id><published>2007-11-15T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:26:31.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS.....THROW THEM AT PEOPLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.toriamos-fan.info/wp-content/uploads/confusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.toriamos-fan.info/wp-content/uploads/confusion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Complaint Section&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M SICK OF THIS WEATHER!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Global Warming is really taking its toll on this world. I mean, 45 degrees on Monday and 60 degrees on Tuesday. This is ridiculous! I don't know whether to wear flip-flops or Ugg boots. And judging from people I see walking around Temple's campus, they're just as confused as me. I see girls with coats and scarves on and open toe sandals...(okay that was a bit of an exaggeration) but honestly I'm ready to stand on the corner with a sign that says "THE END IS NEAR". The way things are going now who knows what the world is going to look like in a few years. It may be snowing in July! It's a scary thought..I don't know tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freezing Hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Lana~&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/3246077491910129304-677397846363566488?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/677397846363566488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=677397846363566488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/677397846363566488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/677397846363566488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-life-gives-you-lemonsthrow-them-at.html' title='WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LEMONS.....THROW THEM AT PEOPLE'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-1637259260419786826</id><published>2007-11-15T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:38:02.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NO SINGING @ THE TABLE!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music Review&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blue-pearl.com/wallpaper/microphone.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stuff.co.nz/images/335943.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.stuff.co.nz/images/335943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; "It's Britney Bitch", the opening words on her 5th CD &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blackout&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, released in the US on October 30th. As a life long Britney fan, of course I decided to buy this album, but the sound is not consistent with previous albums. The Britney I saw live in 4th grade for the tour of her debut album &lt;em&gt;...Baby One More Time &lt;/em&gt;had me mesmerized as she performed up beat music that sounded five years her senior. This new Britney is elementary, simple and bland. Not to be harsh, love the girl, but "Gimme More"--umph, piz zaz, feeling, and frankly, what more does she need? As a vocalist myself I know that your voice matures and strengthens with age but Britney's voice shows no growth or maturity, than again neither does her private life. Despite the inconsistency from previous albums, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blackout &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;is worth a buy, or maybe a burn (sorry Brit), but for all you die hard Britney fans you be the judge. You can support her for the little girl or guy in you that remembers her dancing in the school gym or wrapped in a snake at the 2001 MTV Video Music Awards. Check it out, or don't it's up to you. Let me know what you think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Jess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3246077491910129304-1637259260419786826?l=chewonthis11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/feeds/1637259260419786826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3246077491910129304&amp;postID=1637259260419786826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/1637259260419786826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3246077491910129304/posts/default/1637259260419786826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chewonthis11.blogspot.com/2007/11/no-singing-table.html' title='NO SINGING @ THE TABLE!!'/><author><name>Jello</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17679684913770176688</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3246077491910129304.post-1804499763717483642</id><published>2007-11-15T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:35:02.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELCOME TO CHEW ON THIS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lil about the authors...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This blog was created by Jessica Gray and Lana Adams. We are two broadcast journalism majors at Temple University with a lot to say. SO stop by read our stories, comment and tell us what you think. Any suggestions on ways to improve our blog will be appreciated as well. 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