<?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-8590166986036793765</id><updated>2012-02-06T16:07:10.240-08:00</updated><category term='Travelssssss'/><category term='Utterly Randommmm'/><category term='ArT'/><category term='Album Review'/><category term='Monkey'/><category term='Daily Post'/><category term='Peers'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Red Booty'/><category term='Expressions'/><title type='text'>Rainha Diana</title><subtitle type='html'>Ideas, Thoughts, Expression, This is My Virtual Canvass...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-7564499275083257511</id><published>2009-08-03T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T06:43:43.933-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ArT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Red Booty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monkey'/><title type='text'>Monkey Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/Sne-qgiVsGI/AAAAAAAABAs/JaNVoYWYqrA/s1600-h/IMG_3158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/Sne-qgiVsGI/AAAAAAAABAs/JaNVoYWYqrA/s400/IMG_3158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365967118532980834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So currently I am experimenting with oil pastels. This is my first piece. It came from a more robot graffiti character in Japan but I made him more life like. I also got some inspiration from Dave Chappelle's Live at the Filmore performance. I must know it off the top of my head now. Its unfinished but I like so far. What do U think????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-7564499275083257511?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/7564499275083257511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=7564499275083257511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/7564499275083257511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/7564499275083257511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2009/08/big-bright-red-booty.html' title='Monkey Dreams'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/Sne-qgiVsGI/AAAAAAAABAs/JaNVoYWYqrA/s72-c/IMG_3158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-543471602816160882</id><published>2009-08-03T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T21:12:56.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Expressions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Peers'/><title type='text'>My Peers and Eye Don't See Eye Eye</title><content type='html'>I wrote this poem not very long ago maybe a month. Just a thought, an expression...EnJoY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I be candid not according to my peers&lt;br /&gt;I can’t be myself because these small minds are insecure&lt;br /&gt;While majority discuss people I philosophy on life&lt;br /&gt;Mom said not to speak if it ain’t nothing nice&lt;br /&gt;Can I go a little deeper watch my picaso stroke&lt;br /&gt;As i paint the vivid picture of a generation hoax &lt;br /&gt;Material material I got have it all &lt;br /&gt;You stuck in a video and their lyrics ho you like a black card&lt;br /&gt;Is your mind not strong enough to see the real facade&lt;br /&gt;That its just about these greenbacks you mimicking a lie&lt;br /&gt;Or do you understand but not enough to care &lt;br /&gt;That your shallow comprehension is a future of despair&lt;br /&gt;It ain’t always about pretty faces and long hair&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t realize until the test came back &lt;br /&gt;And you had to pay your prescription fare&lt;br /&gt;See you forget about ya homegirl from way back when&lt;br /&gt;After you saw those stilettos that’s just the consequence&lt;br /&gt;I hate to be the one to tell ya that all that glitters ain’t gold&lt;br /&gt;You didn’t hear family business on dropout that’s old&lt;br /&gt;Quicksand thinking can have you falling deep&lt;br /&gt;From what I here under pressure there’s scorching heat&lt;br /&gt;Rise to the occasion be set apart &lt;br /&gt;Because you can always see the grand scheme from afar&lt;br /&gt;Never again will I try to fit&lt;br /&gt;This boy once told me my loneliness is bliss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-543471602816160882?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/543471602816160882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=543471602816160882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/543471602816160882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/543471602816160882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-peers-and-eye-dont-see-eye-eye.html' title='My Peers and Eye Don&apos;t See Eye Eye'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-2760874127346914917</id><published>2008-11-12T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T19:48:38.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mr. Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SRr7tq0n2OI/AAAAAAAAA9s/XumVJj53Pe4/s1600-h/TN_CA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SRr7tq0n2OI/AAAAAAAAA9s/XumVJj53Pe4/s400/TN_CA.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267799476170905826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you sir! Thank you for setting goals, having a dream, and accomplishing the biggest hurdle of them all. You have inspired me to move forward with a smile on my face. I cried election morning before you even won because I had already thanked God for our victory. Our victory over systematic oppression. The victory that has now forced this country to stand on it's words written in the Constitution. You sir and your family will set the standard for not only black families in America but any and every family composed of minorities. I feel like  your apart of my family now and if it's cool with you I'd like to call you Uncle Barack! ;-) God has given you a great task and you have warriors behind you. You looked adversity in the eye and now your the beacon of light and hope for our country. I know that you will not let us down. You have huge cross to bear and I am with you along the way. You have raised the bar for Americans to live to their upmost potential as you are doing. To Mrs. Obama, I mean Aunt Michelle, you are truly a virtuous women and I see you holding Uncle Barack down and you too have set examples for women across this country. My sister and your daughter can now be first ladies! You and your family have set some many examples for the world! Thank you for hanging in there. I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-2760874127346914917?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/2760874127346914917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=2760874127346914917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/2760874127346914917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/2760874127346914917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/11/dear-mr-obama.html' title='Dear Mr. Obama'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SRr7tq0n2OI/AAAAAAAAA9s/XumVJj53Pe4/s72-c/TN_CA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-5481107319048008307</id><published>2008-06-24T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T22:53:13.288-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utterly Randommmm'/><title type='text'>I Am Changing...</title><content type='html'>Ever listen to that song from the Dreamgirls Soundtack, "I am Changing." That is exactly how I feel right now. That I am changing as well as getting old and recognizes new things. Its an interesting process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-5481107319048008307?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/5481107319048008307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=5481107319048008307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/5481107319048008307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/5481107319048008307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-am-changing.html' title='I Am Changing...'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-3047362988925126079</id><published>2008-06-18T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T00:44:46.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What is my present state? To that I would have to ask what aspect? I just can't label the state of my life into one word. I can't just say complicated because I'm also frustrated as well as indifferent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-3047362988925126079?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/3047362988925126079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=3047362988925126079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/3047362988925126079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/3047362988925126079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-is-my-present-state-to-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-6517997209775911730</id><published>2008-06-11T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T23:22:53.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utterly Randommmm'/><title type='text'>Self-love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SFDAqbPL3AI/AAAAAAAAAr4/pEMDoW40gsE/s1600-h/selflove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SFDAqbPL3AI/AAAAAAAAAr4/pEMDoW40gsE/s400/selflove.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210876603966151682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Focusing on self love because I'm trying to love everyone and the ish is not reciprocal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-6517997209775911730?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/6517997209775911730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=6517997209775911730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/6517997209775911730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/6517997209775911730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/06/self-love.html' title='Self-love'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SFDAqbPL3AI/AAAAAAAAAr4/pEMDoW40gsE/s72-c/selflove.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-6049480206692145522</id><published>2008-06-08T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:27:37.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SEzNnG2yPNI/AAAAAAAAArw/VQRaBpibRsY/s1600-h/mate_lg.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SEzNnG2yPNI/AAAAAAAAArw/VQRaBpibRsY/s400/mate_lg.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209764940699811026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am proud that you are impressed because I am inspired by you. The first time we met I said now that's a person who knows themselves. You walked into the room and demanded it. Your wise and reserved. I want to ask you questions but don't want to nag ya know. I don't know if we will ever keep in touch after my visit ends but I just want to tell you thank you. I don't if you will ever read this but if you do I'm even more inspired because you kept your word. I will keep this anonymous but you should know who you are when you read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diana Rising&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-6049480206692145522?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/6049480206692145522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=6049480206692145522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/6049480206692145522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/6049480206692145522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/06/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SEzNnG2yPNI/AAAAAAAAArw/VQRaBpibRsY/s72-c/mate_lg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-9006418643801560186</id><published>2008-06-08T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T01:28:31.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inhale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SEuYJR05fCI/AAAAAAAAAro/9PRc0LQV_P0/s1600-h/inhalehooka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SEuYJR05fCI/AAAAAAAAAro/9PRc0LQV_P0/s320/inhalehooka.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209424679155629090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This photo was taken last semester at a Hooka bar in Georgetown. I love black and white photos and I especially taking photos of smoke. This is a pastime of Howard students so I hope my peers enjoy this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model: May not want to be known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Location: Washington, D.C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-9006418643801560186?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/9006418643801560186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=9006418643801560186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/9006418643801560186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/9006418643801560186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/06/inhale.html' title='Inhale'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SEuYJR05fCI/AAAAAAAAAro/9PRc0LQV_P0/s72-c/inhalehooka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-8498393394067900740</id><published>2008-06-08T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T01:21:26.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Art from a Spray Can:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SEuWea6c-NI/AAAAAAAAArg/UHpo8wMV31Q/s1600-h/solo_graffiti_color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SEuWea6c-NI/AAAAAAAAArg/UHpo8wMV31Q/s400/solo_graffiti_color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209422843348842706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a photo I took during spring break in March. I have been on this graffiti binge. I find in so intriguing especially since i have been in California. Well anyway I was going for a young artist maybe his first time meeting graffiti. This was taken in an abandoned building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model: Solomon McKinney&lt;br /&gt;Location: Oakland, California&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-8498393394067900740?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/8498393394067900740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=8498393394067900740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/8498393394067900740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/8498393394067900740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/06/art-from-spray-can.html' title='Art from a Spray Can:'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SEuWea6c-NI/AAAAAAAAArg/UHpo8wMV31Q/s72-c/solo_graffiti_color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-4680412966500809228</id><published>2008-06-08T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T01:02:49.361-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>There...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SEuRnKQsOgI/AAAAAAAAArQ/5mZehWUv2XI/s1600-h/Rooftop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SEuRnKQsOgI/AAAAAAAAArQ/5mZehWUv2XI/s320/Rooftop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209417495939398146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I wish it was a starry night all the time and I could lay on my roof and gaze forever. My mind never races when I'm there. In this special place I'm content, contemplative, reminiscent, relaxed, and dreaming. There I am one, know my purpose, there things are perfect. There he exists and fufills what he was designed to. There I fufill my purpose to myself. There I am not abandoned, a victim, a failure, I just am...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-4680412966500809228?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/4680412966500809228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=4680412966500809228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/4680412966500809228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/4680412966500809228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/06/there.html' title='There...'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SEuRnKQsOgI/AAAAAAAAArQ/5mZehWUv2XI/s72-c/Rooftop.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-736093289698791551</id><published>2008-03-09T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:13:50.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naive Dark Skin</title><content type='html'>Naive son of dark skin &lt;br /&gt;This world does not cater to you&lt;br /&gt;Across borders and languages&lt;br /&gt;I plead with you to have thoughts out of the conformative norm&lt;br /&gt;From the legacy's live on for you last name is the one that shall carry on&lt;br /&gt;Think before you speak and act for they are out to get you&lt;br /&gt;Dark Skin watch out&lt;br /&gt;Know that there are those who still believe in you&lt;br /&gt;So many have lost faith&lt;br /&gt;So its time for you to do better&lt;br /&gt;Your seed does what it sees&lt;br /&gt;The story  of so many general curses as well as addictions&lt;br /&gt;No more excuses it time to move forward...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-736093289698791551?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/736093289698791551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=736093289698791551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/736093289698791551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/736093289698791551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/03/naive-dark-skin.html' title='Naive Dark Skin'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-3303446184491313261</id><published>2008-03-09T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:08:58.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hE Is....</title><content type='html'>He is the sum that woke me up on Sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;He is who I think about when Jill Scott sing is it the way you love me&lt;br /&gt;He is the one that I introduce to the family&lt;br /&gt;He is the one I send flowers to because he's special to me&lt;br /&gt;He's the one I leave work early for&lt;br /&gt;He is the one I write poetry for&lt;br /&gt;He is the one I will learn to cook for&lt;br /&gt;He is the one I go out of my way for&lt;br /&gt;He is the one I sing to&lt;br /&gt;He is the one I'm vulnerable to&lt;br /&gt;He is the one I argue with&lt;br /&gt;He is the on I make up with&lt;br /&gt;He's the one I love&lt;br /&gt;He's the one I'll marry&lt;br /&gt;He is only in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Damn.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-3303446184491313261?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/3303446184491313261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=3303446184491313261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/3303446184491313261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/3303446184491313261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/03/he-is.html' title='hE Is....'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-4242128588439452192</id><published>2008-03-09T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T15:05:35.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is a LitTle HaRD worK tOO MuCH</title><content type='html'>Its hard work and if you ask me its we that are lazy we run from it and make all these excuses disguised as philosophies we give a grip to these so called problem solvers that after their office hours deal with the same issues we claim we want it but do you really lately I can't even recognize even among friends that's sad to say huh....to be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-4242128588439452192?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/4242128588439452192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=4242128588439452192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/4242128588439452192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/4242128588439452192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/03/is-little-hard-work-too-much.html' title='Is a LitTle HaRD worK tOO MuCH'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-8089589608546603396</id><published>2008-02-04T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T07:55:44.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/R_zY4DqGzTI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6iPsADz0NdY/s1600-h/profilemdb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/R_zY4DqGzTI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6iPsADz0NdY/s320/profilemdb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187259328390155570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of habit I am human and with that comes flaws...These are the things that I do know about myself so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very trusting and giving person but sometimes I feel like I should have more of a wall up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am impatient and feign for instant gratification...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I have decided to really cut ppl off their gone forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an artist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hopeles romantic which seems like a problem to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I care too much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate when people lie to me and I find out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an obession with converse tennis shoes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to travel....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very blunt with people that are not in my inner circle and sometimes I may hurt their feelings. The people in my circle it's hard to tell them that I don't agree with something that they do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very civil and try to keep peace and maybe that's why I have so much built up anger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think most people of full of ish and are not very genuine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people like me and want to me my friend and I really don't know why, they always remember me for some strange reason...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm complicated and most people don't get me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am halarious, at least that's what people tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I think something has flaws I say it without thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared out of my mind of marriage and being pregnant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to travel at the drop of a dime, do what I want when I want and I think it would be cool if I had one person to do that with...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your probably thinking about now I want my cake and eat it too...and your right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very spritual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the perfect girlfriend if your the perfect boyfriend...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My camera has become my right hand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite poet is Langston Hughes, my favorite color is blue (all shades), i love argyle socks, stussy t-shirts, choclate turtles, fruit roll ups, american apparel t-shirts, and eating at bus boys and poets...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm bored i sit in a dark room with a black light and listen to music...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn how to play guitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love gadgets gott have em.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like animals really if I had to have pet it would be a fish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The names I have picked out for the children I'm not thinking about having is Rei and Rajah Aryn...don't still my ish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have insomnia and i like when ppl rub my head b/c it makes me go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a phone person if your not in my inner circle...i press the ignore button alot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love music...all music...there are even a few country songs I dig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hustler, survior, friend, sister, neice, cousin, mentor, Morgan Diana Brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-8089589608546603396?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/8089589608546603396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=8089589608546603396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/8089589608546603396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/8089589608546603396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/02/diana.html' title='Diana...'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/R_zY4DqGzTI/AAAAAAAAAqU/6iPsADz0NdY/s72-c/profilemdb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-2287580736999585351</id><published>2008-02-04T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T07:31:15.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SuPeR RiGgEd SuNDay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/R6cvuW1kf1I/AAAAAAAAApw/3KcSy6eKgh8/s1600-h/patriots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/R6cvuW1kf1I/AAAAAAAAApw/3KcSy6eKgh8/s320/patriots.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163147971254320978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay....is it just me or was the Super Bowl rigged. As i'm sitting watching the game i'm dumpfounded at how the New York Giants defense is breaking down the mean machine. Since when has Tom Brady been sacked and knocked down as many times as he was in this game. What comes to mind when you think of the New England Patriots...it should be nothing but perfection. You can't tell me that someone wasn't getting paid, Manning referring to Eli, got his ring way to early. Moss deserved it more as least that's my point of view. I mean what the hell....I was going to continue about this conspiracy but I realized that I'm still to upset so maybe i'll just edit this later on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-2287580736999585351?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/2287580736999585351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=2287580736999585351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/2287580736999585351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/2287580736999585351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/02/super-rigged-sunday.html' title='SuPeR RiGgEd SuNDay'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/R6cvuW1kf1I/AAAAAAAAApw/3KcSy6eKgh8/s72-c/patriots.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-7425476310985069642</id><published>2008-02-02T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T21:46:13.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Over It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/R6Sq-m1kfyI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bH_rK75jj8U/s1600-h/sunshine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/R6Sq-m1kfyI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bH_rK75jj8U/s320/sunshine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162439065427279650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so over it....the look, the smell, the swag I'm over it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to readjust the focus on more important things because what was missed can not be recaptured&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving forward is what she always told me and I always seem to believe in a deeper meaning but it was mad simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more letting emotions cloud my understanding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the clearest I have ever seen the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cupid tranquilizer has diffused and I'm so over it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya dig&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-7425476310985069642?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/7425476310985069642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=7425476310985069642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/7425476310985069642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/7425476310985069642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/02/over-it.html' title='Over It'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/R6Sq-m1kfyI/AAAAAAAAAo8/bH_rK75jj8U/s72-c/sunshine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-60199809819364144</id><published>2008-01-06T23:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:56:22.663-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Post'/><title type='text'>4 Letters can encompass so much...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/R4HbHVR7HtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/85Px8LLeaGk/s1600-h/love%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/R4HbHVR7HtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/85Px8LLeaGk/s320/love%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152640367706447570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. Love does not demand its own way. Love is not irritable, and it keeps no record of when it has been wronged. It is never glad about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful, and endures through every circumstance. Love will last forever, but prophecy and speaking in unknown languages[fn3] and special knowledge will all disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-60199809819364144?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/60199809819364144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=60199809819364144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/60199809819364144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/60199809819364144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/01/4-letters-can-encompass-so-much.html' title='4 Letters can encompass so much...'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/R4HbHVR7HtI/AAAAAAAAAE0/85Px8LLeaGk/s72-c/love%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-4639729369246429231</id><published>2008-01-03T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T16:15:44.043-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Album Review'/><title type='text'>ReViEw: LupeFiasco_LupeFiasco'sTheCool....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/R316pVR7HsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NE7659k3ZNU/s1600-h/lupefiasco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/R316pVR7HsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NE7659k3ZNU/s320/lupefiasco.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151408399287262914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highly anticipated (at least by me and a few of my friends...lol) Lupe Fiasco's The Cool has finally hit the shelves and here is my take on the new album. Just on the beats alone the album sounds like a crossover album. It sounds really rockish...but i'm diggin it so far. I like the lyrics to Put You Game On i definitely felt there was some substance to what he was saying in the song especially to reference to our ancestry. Another song for your listening ears is Dumb It Down. Its interesting that he put this on the record because that's probably what everyone is telling him to do. I like that he doesn't do that and just let his creativity and his thoughts guides his music. So that's what's up I like this album...something new...really creative....A+ form Diana!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-4639729369246429231?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/4639729369246429231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=4639729369246429231' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/4639729369246429231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/4639729369246429231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/01/review-lupefiascolupefiascosthecool.html' title='ReViEw: LupeFiasco_LupeFiasco&apos;sTheCool....'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/R316pVR7HsI/AAAAAAAAAEk/NE7659k3ZNU/s72-c/lupefiasco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-3047814267221052057</id><published>2008-01-01T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:55:50.820-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Post'/><title type='text'>New Year....</title><content type='html'>I'm just realizing that people change...not really just realizing that but it just hit me on a personal level. You know how your moms tell you not to play with the stove but until you get burned you truly don't understand how much it hurts. My aunt told me the other day she was quoting Maya Angelou "if someone shows you who they are believe them." Sometimes you want to believe the best in people. You only want to see the positive in them but the truth is they are who they are. So this year I plan to see people for who they because I can't change them and be more careful about who I let in my inner circle. I just like to say that over all "07" was a good year there were some ups as well as downs but I an appreciate them all because from them a lesson was learned! I like to thank God for being good to me and for another year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-3047814267221052057?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/3047814267221052057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=3047814267221052057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/3047814267221052057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/3047814267221052057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='New Year....'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-265687315149016982</id><published>2007-12-10T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T22:43:11.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travelssssss'/><title type='text'>Welcome to Oakland B%@#$!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm back like cooked cRaCkEd...GET IT...LOL....Soooo i missed you guys!!! I'm definitely going to start have to write on here on the regular foreal b/c my life is just straight comedy!!! First of all i'm just tripping on how i'm a player but at the same time i'm getting played....not in a big way don't mistake....lol...but i will save that for another blog another day!!! I'm in Oakland, California and I definitely don't want to leave...my cousins Erin, Maxine, Reggie, Solomon, and Malchai and they are hilarious and frankly i just don't want to leave. Anyway I have been going on a tour of San Fran and Oakland and there is a huge population of Asians here...and its just funny as hell. As i'm riding in the car i don't see a black dude (not that i have seen that many at all) and a white woman but a black dude and an asian woman and its just funny as hell...don't care if your offended...lol! But yeah it's mad chill out here and that's the way life should be. They have flea markets that are better than some malls. Although i was kinda pissed that on the plane ride over here all they served on the flight was organic ish...so i asked for the chocolate chip cookies and they made sick....i was like damn we don't have an alternative we just have organic...what if i was allergic...yall just don't care. But check this out...it was cultural SHOCK...going on to Berkeley aka Cal's campus...because i'm a product of an HBCU it was funny as hell because there were no black ppl and if they were they definitely blended in but alot of these ppl looked mad dirty....i don't know if it was because its finals time or what...but that was just my observation! But the way they dresses at least some of them was cool with me b/c you know how i do....hoodie and jeans....but yea i'm out b/c i'm still here and need to enjoy myself...HOLLA!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-265687315149016982?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/265687315149016982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=265687315149016982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/265687315149016982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/265687315149016982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2007/12/welcome-to-oakland-b.html' title='Welcome to Oakland B%@#$!!!!!!'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-2227994393808127531</id><published>2007-11-10T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:35:24.134-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Post'/><title type='text'>Crazy Ness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/RzaimbIhQmI/AAAAAAAAACM/r-aKIcpsGcs/s1600-h/black_power_final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/RzaimbIhQmI/AAAAAAAAACM/r-aKIcpsGcs/s320/black_power_final.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131467606437479010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is going crazy people just not acting right. "Dog" thinks he's black and that he can say the 'n' word. Now I just don't believe that it was his first time saying that. It rolled of his lips so comfortably. He didn't get a real punishment for that. What would be a punishment suitable for his actions though? Who would be the judge? Then we have this terrible crisis and Oprah's school in South Africa. What in the hell is wrong with people I could break my neck everytime I turn my neck to hear this craziness on the news. People are dying everyday and not to say the end is near but we need some type of reform. We as a people and black as a race need to become more involved in our communities. Not just the local community but the international community. Our other black brothers and sisters need us...Sudan, Dafur, the Congo, Brazil, etc. If you would just take a moment of your time and google any of these places you would know that we need to come together. What are some of things that we can do? I know that i'm taking a stretch talking about the people abroad but we need it there as well as at home!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-2227994393808127531?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/2227994393808127531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=2227994393808127531' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/2227994393808127531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/2227994393808127531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2007/11/crazy-ness.html' title='Crazy Ness'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/RzaimbIhQmI/AAAAAAAAACM/r-aKIcpsGcs/s72-c/black_power_final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-1853369351095001941</id><published>2007-11-10T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:33:08.899-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utterly Randommmm'/><title type='text'>Thoughts @ 12:15am on Sunday Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/RzaUD7IhQlI/AAAAAAAAACE/CXHLdKe8aao/s1600-h/waiting_for_train_II_by_superpitcher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/RzaUD7IhQlI/AAAAAAAAACE/CXHLdKe8aao/s320/waiting_for_train_II_by_superpitcher.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131451620569203282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how you know that you know that your supposed to do something and you don't do it anyway or you just hella procrastinate. Well i'm more on both right about now. I'm supposed to go to church later on this morning but I'm probably not. And the fact that have two papers due next week and I haven't started on either. Also that I have been holding back a lot of feelings from a lot of people and i just want to scream out about what's inside of me. Now what's stopping me from going to church tomorrow or starting on my papers or telling these people how I feel. Nothing or anyone but myself. I have been feeling like I should keep a lot to myself these days because I just don't want to bother anybody and then I realized that I could just talk to God. He's never sick of hearing what I have to say or anything and he's always there. But I never could grasp that and still kind of don't but I'm trying. I'm just feeling like I can't be the only one that wants somebody there in the physical that you could just pour out to and not feel stupid, regretful, or anything like that after you spilled your guts. And the crazy thing is I think I have one or two persons like that but in the back of my mind i'm like why did I just say that. Why did I have to become so transparent now I'm feeling like a complete ass. I'm thinking life just has to get better now it really does. I'm just waiting on they nex train&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-1853369351095001941?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/1853369351095001941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=1853369351095001941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/1853369351095001941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/1853369351095001941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2007/11/thoughts-1215am-on-sunday-morning.html' title='Thoughts @ 12:15am on Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/RzaUD7IhQlI/AAAAAAAAACE/CXHLdKe8aao/s72-c/waiting_for_train_II_by_superpitcher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-8858268435216558063</id><published>2007-11-03T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T11:58:22.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Post'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utterly Randommmm'/><title type='text'>TrApPeD</title><content type='html'>I feel very much trapped. I'm not sure what to do about it yet. I kind of feel like there is nothing that I can do about it, just unhappy right now. Ummm it's kind of hard to go in detail about why i'm feeling trapped because after all this is the internet. Any of my readers....if any...lol...every felt stuck or trapped in a place what did you do about it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-8858268435216558063?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/8858268435216558063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=8858268435216558063' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/8858268435216558063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/8858268435216558063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2007/11/trapped.html' title='TrApPeD'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-3581787418851580996</id><published>2007-10-11T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T10:59:18.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sO mAnY tHiNgs....</title><content type='html'>There are so many things I want to do but I just realize that somethings it's just not time for me to do. It's a season for everything and i'm just trying to worry free. That's my problem though...I worry about stuff to much and seem to over think certain things some times but I'm getting better. I want to learn how to play guitar so bad but you may ask what's stopping me??? It's me that's stopping me I have the ability to do everything in time but i procrastinate and I don't save the money to buy a guitar. I also want to work on my photography more but I don't go out and work on it as much as I should. I am what is stopping myself from exceeding to greater heights. I make excuses but it's my fault. You get out what you put in right! So today i'm going to do the things that make me happy. But question what if the thing that you think will make you happy makes you sad trying to get it? Should you still do it? Good Question because i don't know right now.....ANY TAKERS!?!?!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-3581787418851580996?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/3581787418851580996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=3581787418851580996' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/3581787418851580996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/3581787418851580996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-many-things.html' title='sO mAnY tHiNgs....'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-675207945080049814</id><published>2007-10-04T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T13:13:35.512-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Post'/><title type='text'>Shuttle Bus Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/RwVISTpgUNI/AAAAAAAAABM/myIUcAScBVo/s1600-h/busblues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/RwVISTpgUNI/AAAAAAAAABM/myIUcAScBVo/s320/busblues.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117576030925639890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY so today i went to sleep at 5am right...stayed up studying and chillin I mean i just really couldn't go to sleep. So I woke up again at about 8:45am so that I could go to class! SUPER SLUGGISH....i walk down the stairs waiting on the shuttle in front of Slowe Hall (BIG UPS TO STEPHAN "BIRD" HALL, he won Mr. Slowe)...but anyway back to my day!!! So the shuttle finally comes and the rudest of all the bus drivers is driving today. So i'm walking up the steps and I find me an empty row. At this point i'm happy the shuttle didn't take so long so i won't be super late but at the same time i get to press the snooze button a little longer! NOW i'm not trying to be mean so I hope no one takes offense to this and I have heard WAY TO MANY STORIES similar to how i'm feeling today not to say anything so I am going to put it out there. This full figured young lady comes to sit by me. AND i don't know about everybody else but i like my personal space and the seat i sat in was for one person. You may be laughing by now because you know where i'm going but i was extremely upset this morning because by snooze button was turned off by someone who was completely SQUISHING ME!!! Now there are a few things this individual could have done to prevent this from happening: one she could have set somewhere else, two she could have leaned a little more to the left, and three should could have closed her legs because spreading was not an option....although it obviously was because she was in My SPACE!!! Now i have had family members complain and complain about someone on an airplane ride being oversized for just one seat. Then they have the nerve to apologize, I'm sorry that i don't care for you apology and i'm like Kat William, "Don't be sorry, be careful!!!" Obviously if you have ever flown before and your experiencing this problem again maybe you need to buy a first class ticket where I hear the seats are much bigger or buy two economy class seats! So any rebuttles on thoughts just comment!!! I don't mind this all just my opinion but more like a vent since i really couldn't do anything about it this morning!! Tootles....lol...I crack myself up...in retrospect i really should have said something. "Ay excuse me, your hurting me?" I don't know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-675207945080049814?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/675207945080049814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=675207945080049814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/675207945080049814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/675207945080049814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2007/10/shuttle-bus-blues.html' title='Shuttle Bus Blues'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/RwVISTpgUNI/AAAAAAAAABM/myIUcAScBVo/s72-c/busblues.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-1757376629148243574</id><published>2007-10-01T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T08:34:39.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FeAr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/RwEWizpgUJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8JBPem10wXs/s1600-h/morgb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/RwEWizpgUJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8JBPem10wXs/s320/morgb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116395438905249938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite quote: Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.&lt;br /&gt;Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.&lt;br /&gt;It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.&lt;br /&gt;We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant,&lt;br /&gt;gorgeous, talented, fabulous?&lt;br /&gt;Actually, who are you not to be?&lt;br /&gt;You are a child of God.&lt;br /&gt;Your playing small does not serve the world.&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing enlightened about shrinking&lt;br /&gt;so that other people won't feel insecure around you.&lt;br /&gt;We are all meant to shine, as children do.&lt;br /&gt;We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.&lt;br /&gt;It is not just in some of us; it is in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously&lt;br /&gt;give other people permission to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;As we are liberated from our own fear,&lt;br /&gt;our presence automatically liberates others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to live by this quote because in retrospect I have missed out on a lot of thing because of this small four letter word. FEAR seems so big when heard but so small in essence. Often time we make assumptions and fear comes into play and after you went ahead a step our on that five letter word FAITH you were okay. I had to write about this because I found myself in fear about something so simple and decided that today it was not going to block me of any more blessings that might be heading my way. I shall fear no man because it is He who guides me. Sometimes we get so wrapped up in what other people say or think but at the end of the day it really doesn't matter. They are just WORDS which is another small word. Sometimes we don't see the power or the lack thereof in some of things that we let consume our lives. I thought that I didn't care what people said when in reality I did care what specific people said. Especially people that were close to me and I have learned that they will be the ones to hurt you the most not because of what they said but because you let what they had to say carry more than what it really did. For instance, someone that I have never met before could insult me and I would give it two thoughts but if my bestfriend or sister were to say it i would be torn but WHY i asked myself. It doesn't really matter what neither of them think but i am not a perfect individual and long as I know who I am and whose I am this everyone is just extra. YA feel me. This was totally random just had to put somethings in perspective. I am continually learning more about myself. I leave you with this note: SELF EVALUATION IS KEY...seriously try it out sometime...people can tell you everyday you stink but until you smell yourself you won't do anything about it..tootles&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-1757376629148243574?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/1757376629148243574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=1757376629148243574' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/1757376629148243574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/1757376629148243574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2007/10/fear.html' title='FeAr...'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/RwEWizpgUJI/AAAAAAAAAAo/8JBPem10wXs/s72-c/morgb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-8228115621890012662</id><published>2007-09-30T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:27:53.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BRASIL....</title><content type='html'>I know once I got back little was said about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brasil&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MAdddd&lt;/span&gt; people wanted to give intricate details about everything I did but I just wasn't feeling it. Honestly i just didn't feel like talking about it because I was completely drained. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LeT&lt;/span&gt; me start of by saying it was my first time out of the country and I traveled alone. It was very interesting and I opening. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Sooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; when I finally made it there because talking about my experience in the airport would make me mad all over again....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Prisicila&lt;/span&gt; a 19 year old black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Brazilian&lt;/span&gt; girl and her aunt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Mieza&lt;/span&gt; picked me up from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;airport&lt;/span&gt;. It took about 2 hours to make it back to the community they lived in. They were poor black &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Brazilians&lt;/span&gt; and they lived in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;favela&lt;/span&gt; (slums). It was quite depressing walking through the community i saw naked children, incomplete homes, just horrible conditions that I felt no one should have to endure. So it was utter culture shock needless to say. So when I finally made it to my room I was happy but still sad because I didn't have my suitcases. So I finally got my bags the next day. My day to day was getting up in the morning and attending a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Portuguese&lt;/span&gt; class across town. We walked the bus station every morning (they didn't own a car) and we got off at the nearest stop to our school. The reason I say our is because I met another student from Howard there. Her name was Lorin and boy was she my saving grace...OMG...someone else that spoke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;..even thought she was from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Caribbean&lt;/span&gt; and at times it was hard to understand...SHE STILL SPOKE ENGLISH. No one in the home spoke &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Priscila&lt;/span&gt; spoke broken &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;. After class we came back home and took showers because it was extremely hot. For fun we went to clubs, they had a lot of outside and neighborhood concerts, we went to the mall, souvenir shopping, and of course &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;capoeira&lt;/span&gt;. Lorin and I taught an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; class twice a week to students from ages 12 to 54. It was very interesting the class was in the evening time...they were very eager to learn English. We watched Television sometimes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Brazilian&lt;/span&gt; people love soccer and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;novelas&lt;/span&gt; (soap operas). Whoever said that music was the universal language wasn't lying because although they could not speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; they knew every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; song ever. In the household i lived in they loved to listen to Toni &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Braxton&lt;/span&gt;. They played her all day every day. The food was okay but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; a very picky eater and we really didn't eat out...the grandmother cooked everyday. My teacher is "old school" and took it upon herself to tell the family that all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; students like cheeseburgers...lol..I just laughed when they told them that and told them politely that I didn't. We went to different museums and saw the sights. The beach was really nice but i didn't go &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;. The experience in Brazil was very eye opening it made me appreciate the life I live. Although I have had a lot of bad experiences my situation at it's present state could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;more wrost&lt;/span&gt;. I disagree with a lot of things my government does and just down right don't like it but I love my country. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;liberties&lt;/span&gt; and freedoms that we have we should definitely be a little more appreciative because I know that a lot of my friends and family wouldn't be able to live on a daily basis. Some of you don't even like to wash clothes by throwing them in the washer and dryer I had to hand wash mine and put it on a liner. I practically walked everywhere i went to. Life was just totally different. The state of our people what i mean is black people over there is horrible and we as African American should take more initiative to help me them. We all came from the same descendants those are our brothers and sisters...Tell me your thoughts or if you have any questions on what it is we can do to help the blacks of Salvador, Bahia. The community where I lived in is called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;Ondina&lt;/span&gt; in case you wanted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; it or something...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-8228115621890012662?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/8228115621890012662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=8228115621890012662' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/8228115621890012662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/8228115621890012662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2007/09/brasil.html' title='BRASIL....'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-8431591969904651409</id><published>2007-09-30T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T23:03:51.393-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Utterly Randommmm'/><title type='text'>People Everday</title><content type='html'>What's up my limited readers aka my closest friends. I know I haven't been on here in a while...due to the fact that I'm back at school..no excuses though. Wow....so much has happened since my last post but in the forefront of my mind is the people I seem to interact with everyday. I find that being around these people make me learn something about myself everyday. I have come to realize that I have no patience for people who gossip and I'm not fond of those who down others. I mean wowsers aren't some people allowed to make mistakes in life. I Love My School Good Ol' Howard Univerisity...but some of the people here can I say...EXTRA. My gosh don't change yourself to what you think other people want you to be. Be You because your best at that. You have been your entire life and it has gotten you this far. I practice being Morgan Diana because it comes natural. The natural characteristics of me are that i'm silly, i love to love, i'm giving, I have a genuine care for people that I can honestly say I got from my mother. I really don't dig when people try to take advantage of me but you will have those that try. And with those that do it's just another learning experience in your life. I think of my blog and the things I do with my life as a painting. The blog and my life are the canvas and all thing things that I do in my life are the intricate details that go onto my canvas and they add to it to make a beautiful composition. I am beginning to appreciate life alot more as I have gotten older. I find myself thinking about things in a new light. This is basically a little note to my friends to keep being themselves because in that you can help others. Any topics you think that I such touch on just let me know. Thanks...Smooches&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-8431591969904651409?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/8431591969904651409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=8431591969904651409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/8431591969904651409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/8431591969904651409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2007/09/people-everday.html' title='People Everday'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-5765764144751079924</id><published>2007-08-04T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T11:37:56.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Post'/><title type='text'>Thoughts of My Day</title><content type='html'>Well today when i finally decided to wake up all I could think about  was life in general. I was thinking about being young and in college. All I could think about was how i should be taking full advantage of not having any responsibilities: kids, bills, etc. At the beginning of the summer I saw so many of my old classmates and people I had met through out my life that were pregnant or already had children, some of them even married and I was like WHOA!!! Way to fast for me. I am too young and I need to see the world and experience life to the fullest. And as young as I am I wouldn't be able to do it with all the restrictions I listed above. So I just thank God this morning for not letting me get caught in the hype and showing Morgan the great things in life. I know of lot you probably went home this summer and a lot of your all friends were in positions you would have never imagined them in. Even people in the older crowds, I know that you are going back to class reunions or even just finding someone you went to high school or college with on myspace and you are just blown by where some of these people are in life. So if you don't mind share some of your stores with me in the comment box!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-5765764144751079924?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/5765764144751079924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=5765764144751079924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/5765764144751079924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/5765764144751079924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2007/08/thoughts-of-my-day.html' title='Thoughts of My Day'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-1574961507325075133</id><published>2007-08-04T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T11:25:17.522-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Kindred Friend</title><content type='html'>This is a poem that I wrote about a year ago when i was transitioning from high school to college. At the time I really didn't understand that I was going to lose a lot of friends and many people would change including myself. Last night I read the poem for the first time since I had wrote and it was a trip so tell if you like it or whatever!!! Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Kindred Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Somebody to care for me, love me, come see about me&lt;br /&gt;But its not just about m.e. its also about he or she&lt;br /&gt;I’m just wondering will they ever come&lt;br /&gt;Or is it a figment of my imagination&lt;br /&gt;Or are my emotions having déjà vu&lt;br /&gt;Will my kindred friend ever be true&lt;br /&gt;Will he or she ever have life and if so with me&lt;br /&gt;I’m sick of these false and unreal affinities&lt;br /&gt;I’m morbid of the vogue friendship&lt;br /&gt;I’m only in this for the convenience of your leisure&lt;br /&gt;Not to love me because of me&lt;br /&gt;But to satisfy your boredom for the day&lt;br /&gt;It is not your fault in its entirety for I allowed it&lt;br /&gt;But today it stops don’t be shocked about it&lt;br /&gt;I presuppose my kindred friend will come along&lt;br /&gt;I will no longer indulge your false fancy of acquaintanceship&lt;br /&gt;For I have found the meaning of Kindred friendship&lt;br /&gt;I desire it so I will not tolerate the misuse of my time&lt;br /&gt;To befriend those who couldn’t appreciate my gifts of love, compassion, and time&lt;br /&gt;My kindred friendship will come in time&lt;br /&gt;For God is Love and Love comes in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:09 a.m. on 07/16/06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-1574961507325075133?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/1574961507325075133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=1574961507325075133' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/1574961507325075133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/1574961507325075133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2007/08/kindred-friend.html' title='Kindred Friend'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8590166986036793765.post-1263734949856502271</id><published>2007-07-30T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T16:51:23.343-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daily Post'/><title type='text'>Relationship Stuff</title><content type='html'>Well today is just an average day for me. Today I woke up an finished reading this book call the Ex Files by Victoria Christopher. It was a very interesting book about four women and their life trails and their faith. It's a Christian fiction novel and for it to be my first book by the author I think that it was awesome. After reading my uncle and went out grabbed a bite to eat, got the detailed, stopped by a couple of stores and came home. Yesterday, I hung out with some of my guy friends Chris and Julian and that was cool because I am always happy to see those guys. Life is just going pretty good!!! Drama the free the way I like it. Today the thought of relationships popped into my mind. Now I am a young person with an old sold I believe. I also know that I'm not an expert on relationships or the most committed but what is wrong with people (young people especially) and jumping from one relationship to another or sex partner and all the damn games i mean i'm tired of it. If you like just say you do, don't prance on my feelings and give me the bullish you know! First of all do we consider all that goes in to being in a relationship with another person. You have to think about that person in all the decisions you make, that's if you really care. Your have to constantly worry about is this going to hurt his/her feelings and it's just alot of work that we don't think about before we just jump into a relationship and I know that I am guilty of it also. Foreal foreal I know that I say I want to be in a relationship but am I really. I mean i have to always think about dude and I have to call him and talk to him and spend time with him. That is a lot of investment when on one hand I am in college right now, working for the school newspaper, probably will pick up a part-time job, and any dude that I consider right now or have on my mind doesn't even go to school with me so that means "Distant Lovers". Am I really ready to deal with all of that??? I don't know but then there is the other side of things that you have to learn with time and go through trail and error. No one I know has got love down to a science maybe that is a good way of thinking about it. Just try it, and then whatever happens just happens!! To be honest I wouldn't even say that I was looking for love or a relationship. I don't wake up everyday wanting to be in love or in a relationship. I just really live life normally not even thinking of it most of the time. Today was just one of those random days I thought "Hey, maybe it would be cool to have a significant other right now." I probably thought that because you see all the dang love stories on TV ( i did watch the Oprah with Angela Basset and Courtney Vance lol) and read all these crazy books and for moment you get all mushy and out of your element and your like "that might be nice." (LOL) I don't just some random thoughts on relationships!!! If you even make to the bottom of this tell your thoughts and comments! Thanks ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8590166986036793765-1263734949856502271?l=dianarising.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/feeds/1263734949856502271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8590166986036793765&amp;postID=1263734949856502271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/1263734949856502271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8590166986036793765/posts/default/1263734949856502271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianarising.blogspot.com/2007/07/relationship-stuff.html' title='Relationship Stuff'/><author><name>Rainha Diana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17485427461715497282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_RamG-tXVtMk/SnezokEf7iI/AAAAAAAABAI/KythgvN2aDA/S220/morgie+profile.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
