<?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-10975074</id><updated>2012-02-05T23:03:33.173-05:00</updated><category term='Life'/><category term='Funny'/><title type='text'>Emeka</title><subtitle type='html'>I am of Christ</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>75</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-6494999449757173456</id><published>2009-04-20T20:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:33:25.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anger problem is exactly what it is, a problem. it gives me heartburn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-6494999449757173456?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/6494999449757173456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=6494999449757173456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/6494999449757173456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/6494999449757173456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2009/04/anger-problem-is-exactly-what-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-6360012385784523605</id><published>2009-04-07T03:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T03:59:54.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ID</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;"I am who I am, simply because I am not and cannot be anyone else."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;This quote used to be my statement to myself of myself. I didn't know who I was, and I didn't know how to find an answer that was suitable enough. I didn't know how to answer questions from others when it came down to them asking me about myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;"Who are you?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;"Emeka"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;I am no longer a nobody. I will no longer write under a name that refers to anyone else but myself. I have an identity, and it is a strong identity. It is not based on who I know, or in what I do. It's basis is in Christ. My life is hid in Christ. I am who Christ wants me to be, and it's simply that. Why should my life be separated from my revelations of who He is? The more He reveals himself to me, the more I find out who I should be. This is the most objective point of view. Ask me 'why is it objective?' and I'll tell you 'because Jesus is love, and I'm learning hot to love you and everyone else like Jesus loves'. You would then disagree and I would shake my head and leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;Joy is found in doing what you know you have been sent here to do. This is true if you know how to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: -webkit-monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-6360012385784523605?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/6360012385784523605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=6360012385784523605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/6360012385784523605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/6360012385784523605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2009/04/id.html' title='ID'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-2766923288351448523</id><published>2008-10-07T19:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:52:48.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHQIMT9yZMk/SOv2SVpDRWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lbGFNjps7yU/s1600-h/indicator_blue_large.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254564185165219170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHQIMT9yZMk/SOv2SVpDRWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lbGFNjps7yU/s320/indicator_blue_large.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-2766923288351448523?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/2766923288351448523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=2766923288351448523&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/2766923288351448523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/2766923288351448523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mHQIMT9yZMk/SOv2SVpDRWI/AAAAAAAAAaE/lbGFNjps7yU/s72-c/indicator_blue_large.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-7833633449767708517</id><published>2008-01-15T20:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T20:44:16.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Tahoma'&gt;Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Tahoma'&gt;Is polar and the universal solvent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Tahoma'&gt;H-Bonding. Hydrogen is bonded to an atom with a high electronegativity. It forms partial bond with oxygen in other molecules, creating new properties, like a higher boiling point. It requires the correct orientation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Tahoma'&gt;One molecule can H-bond with 3 other molecules. Look at ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Tahoma'&gt;Hydrophilic means water-loving,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Tahoma'&gt;Hydrophobic means water-hating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Tahoma'&gt;Electrolytes like anions(-) and cations (+) are hydrophilic because they're charged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Tahoma'&gt;Phospholipids form a micelle when in water to keep the hydrophobic ends away from the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style='font-family:Tahoma'&gt;Types of bonding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style='margin-left: 246pt'&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-7833633449767708517?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/7833633449767708517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=7833633449767708517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/7833633449767708517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/7833633449767708517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2008/01/chapter-2.html' title='Chapter 2'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-42024673960894102</id><published>2007-08-22T20:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:46:06.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am under a great amount of pressure. I'm one lost sheep in my family as compared to the other 99 (my brothers and the rest of my family). I look at you and those on your side, and everyone has accepted us. People aren't telling you that you're making a bad decisions that you don't know what you want. They want us to be together (except those who are jealous like your exes). My side hates it. Up until now they've said that I don't know what I want, you're just infatuated you're holding me back, and that I'm the downfall of the family. As though it was a mistake starting something with you. This has been going on but it wasn't a real reason as to why I made that decision. A bad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;-thought-out decision. If my family were to hate my right hand, I wouldn't cut it off, I need my hand. My hand is an extremity and is one of the furthest points from my heart. I keep you closer than my hands, so screw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God should be behind us 100% or else we shouldn't go on with this", is what I said in my mind. What tells me that God is behind us? Why do I have to lie when I'm around you? Lie to my parents and brothers. Why do I feel like I'm doing something wrong when I go and visit you? Why can't you tell your mother about us? If this was the will of God, He would've made provisions. If my hand is not in the will of God I'll cut it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(and that's a big but, a concept that always allows me to bounce back, and change my mind based on clearer keener observation. What you have is a life-saver.) this was my partial thinking when I made that decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know God isn't behind us? Who can give me you? Who is able to create someone that has my best interest at heart, (Mine of all people)? Who can make someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;soooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; perfect? At times we take what God has given us and do what we shouldn't. That's where lying comes in and the feeling of guilt. We started this at a young age. Everybody that's old would disagree. It would be intelligent not to tell them. I was dumb and told my parents and now look at the mess I'm in. It's Okay, mistakes give me experience and a chance to grow strong in the face of adversity. God has made provisions. It was just hard to see it when facing criticism. He gave me my right hand. If I use it for jerking off, then I shouldn't cut it off, I should just stop and repent. Yeah, I know that example is rather graphic, but so as long as it gets my point across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. You're the greatest thing that ever happened to me, and I'm not just saying that to cheer you up. I mean it. You're better than vanilla.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-42024673960894102?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/42024673960894102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=42024673960894102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/42024673960894102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/42024673960894102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-am-under-great-amount-of-pressure.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-4987821962799620377</id><published>2007-07-03T16:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T17:03:23.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;I want to talk to you tonight about God given purpose. Each and every one of you have a unique purpose that God has given to you at birth. I want to help you tonight to start on the path of uncovering the unique destiny that God has ordained for your life. I will begin by reading to you an excerpt from T.D Jakes edition of the Woman thou art Loosed Holy Bible the King James Version and it reads:&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;God looked out across eternity. He saw you. He saw everything he had created and everything he would create around you. He saw the specific need on this earth that he would make you to meet. He saw the full set of traits and abilities that you would need in order to complete his purpose for your life. He knew what kind of environment that would be necessary for you to properly develop the gifts he would give you. God looked&amp;hellip; and then he created. He created you. You! And God looked at you and said, this is good.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;There is something that your spirit exudes that gives you presence with others. There&amp;rsquo;s a quality of inner strength that makes you attractive. It causes other people to recognize you, to pay attention to you, to ask when you walk into a room, &amp;ldquo;who is he or she?&amp;rdquo; They won&amp;rsquo;t be asking because your dress or suite is so stunning, but because your character is so magnetic. Projecting that kind of strength is not arrogance or pride. It is health self-esteem and the power of God&amp;rsquo;s sprit within you.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;The way you appreciate yourself impacts everything you do. It affects the way you sit in a classroom, or apply for a job, or talk to people at a social function, or go about the ministry God has called you to undertake. It even affects the way you pray and the way to study God&amp;rsquo;s word. If you think that you are a nobody with no future and no value, you are going to pray with less power and suspect that the promises of God are for everybody else but you.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;God wants you to appreciate who He made you to be and to develop what he gave you. He doesn&amp;rsquo;t want you to try to exchange what he gave you for what he gave someone else. You are a unique blend of talents and gifting and character; and you have a unique destiny upon this earth. You are somebody!&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Every one of us has been given natural and supernatural gifts at birth. However, in a world where the voice of God is constantly drowned out by distractions, it is hard to hear the soft voice of God that reveals to us precisely what his will is for our lives. Weather it is the constant drone of hip-hop blaring from the radio or fashion magazines convincing our youth that success means having more than one woman, wearing designer duds, or driving a fancy car, we fail to realize that it is not how much money you have that makes you successful but fulfilling Gods purpose in your life is what will lead you to not only ultimate joy and success but an abundant and everlasting life.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;So how is that you discover your purpose. There are four things that you must do in order to discover your God given purpose:  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;First you must seek God. In order to seek God you must spend time in prayer and reading his word everyday. Find a quite place which could be your study at home or in your car as you drive to work or school. Once this becomes a priority in your day to day life you will get to know God in a way that you never knew him before. God will also begin to move in your life and open doors that you would have never imagined could be opened.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Second thing that you must do in order to discover God&amp;rsquo;s purpose for your life is you must listen to God. One of the instructors at my school once said to me that God does not ring bells or bang symbols to get your attention but that he speaks to you in a very soft voice and if you are not careful you may not hear him. She also said that this soft voice most of the time is your gut feeling that deep internal voice that may warn you in times of danger.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Next, you must be obedient to God&amp;rsquo;s word and not lean into your own understanding and God will then truly direct your path.  &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;Finally, you must step out on faith and believe that God has equipped you with all the gifts and talents you need in order to accomplish his purpose for you life. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P CLASS="western" STYLE="margin-bottom: 0in"&gt;In closing, remember that in order to discover your God give purpose you must 1) seek God, 2) listen to him, 3) Be obedient to his word, and 4) Step out on Faith. No matter how old or young it is never too late to discover your purpose in life. You must trust God to use you, to move you, and to place you precisely where he desires you to be. As we discover and use or gifts and talents we grow in out ability to help other and as we help others by using our God imported gifts we fulfill our purpose on earth. I will like to leave you with a small prayer from a book entitled &lt;B&gt;Living in the Power of the Holy Sprit&lt;/B&gt; &lt;B&gt;by Charles F. Stanely &lt;/B&gt;please repeat after me: &lt;B&gt;I need You, God, to help me to become and do all that you have created me to be and do. I need You, God, to work in me in such a way that I will want to accomplish and be able to accomplish all that you have purposed for me to do in my life. Amen. &lt;/B&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-4987821962799620377?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/4987821962799620377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=4987821962799620377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/4987821962799620377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/4987821962799620377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-want-to-talk-to-you-tonight-about-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-3923347350614745632</id><published>2007-06-19T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:53:38.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to improve my base</title><content type='html'>you know what, when you write about making yourself over, it just sounds so weird. anyone that is writing about it would sound childish. I think this is because this is what you're supposed to develop as a child. adult men are children that are just a little smarter in terms of getting what they want. I'm learning this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I learning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First: I need to concentrate on what I want.&lt;br /&gt;I like Gospel. I like Christ, talking about Him and everything that deals with Him. I like business. Decisions made in the past, and present, and how those decisions effect the future. I like technology. I like computers and upgrading and fixing and the potential that they present every day. I like science. I like to know more than other people. I like pool. I like making people laugh in good nature. I like power. I like distinguished watches and nice suits. I like science. I like freaky flirtatious christian girls (freaks in the room, not outside). I like being rich. I like cars, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is off the top of my head. I need to think about these things. Keep my mind on them, rather than on what others want. I need to talk about these things. I need to have a drive towards these things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second: I need to do anything within moral reason to achieve or get what I want. I can't allow anyone else to deter me. I need to invest in myself. Be it, buying books, or clothing, or gifts for myself, or anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third: I need to get what I need in order to gain any sort of respect. I need a provisional licence. I need a car. I cannot allow anyone to disrespect me. I need a proper education. I need to become at least a doctor. I need to make it to heaven. I need the Love of Christ. I need to learn more about Christ. I need to read the bible. I need a bachelor's degree, then a doctorate. in that order. I need a larger tolerance, and more patience. I need a constant hair cut. I need a job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-3923347350614745632?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/3923347350614745632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=3923347350614745632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/3923347350614745632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/3923347350614745632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-need-to-improve-my-base.html' title='I need to improve my base'/><author><name>Nnaemeka 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I can do all things through Jesus Christ. all I have to do is fist finish my french assignment and then Read/Practice my Calculus, and Physics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My girl. she's wonderful and I love her but she's a human being that doesn't need me all the time, like she used to. Even though it hurts I have to accept that. Maybe I shouldn't need her that much either. I need to learn to be by myself for once. See, I'm always thinking of how I can do things in my life so that what we have would be better, but it should actually be how can I do things in my life (her included) to make my relationship with God better. I love God, so much. I wish I was closer to him now. I wanna hear from him. I know that my girl and I have to work on our relationship and make sure it doesn't go sour, bad, or anything like that, but I have to work on my relationship with God a little more. He's all I really need. I remember one night, I was feeling kinda lonely cause she hadn't called, and I started praising Him and through my praise, I started to feel alright. Praise ended and the loneliness returned, so I started singing again. It's good to praise the Lord. Now, if I do what I've always done, I'll get what I've always got, which means I have to make a change. if not for both her and me than it'll be just for me. I will focus more on Jesus. If my relationship suffers then it fights against a rock and may not stand. If it flourishes, then it is built on the rock and lead us both closer to God. I'll spend more time meditating in his word, not just reading. I pray that he speaks to me and reveals himself to me more and more. Lord Jesus, make me more like you. I will keep my mind on you, Lord. Please keep me in perfect peace. Make me a leader Jesus, not a follower. 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love to help others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/pics/superman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesuperheroquiz.com/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click here to take the Superhero Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-6659531895711257003?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/6659531895711257003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=6659531895711257003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/6659531895711257003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Student walked high on the mountain of knowledge and came across god. Student asked god how to live life as a college kid should. And god said unto him, follow these Ten Commandments and you shall be all a college kid is. And Student thanked god and it was good. And Student spread the Ten Commandments of College to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I- Thou Shalt Nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And god gave unto Student a great gift, the gift of napping. God said to him, You shall spend half your day napping. You shall nap in class, in your room and in your friend's room. And god said, if you don't nap, you will not be able to stay up all night drinking. And Student said, Nap I shall, and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II- Thou Shalt Get Sick All the Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now god said to Student, you must be sick all of the time. And student said why. And god said unto him, you shall share drinks, stay up too late, drink too much and make out with people you don't know. Therefore, god said, you shall be sick all year round. But god said, blessed are the sick for they have partied the hardest. And it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;III- Thou Shalt Write Witty Away Messages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student asked, but god, how will I show everyone that I am funny? And god said unto him, thou shall write witty away messages. god said to student, you shall never just say you are in the shower, you shall say you are getting wet and wild...in the shower. You shall never say you are at class, you shall say you are sleeping...in class. god said, if you do not write witty away messages, I shall smite you. Blessed are the funny, for they will get many girls to be their friends but never hook up with them. And it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IV- Thou Shalt Wear a Hoodie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Student asked god, god how do I look like a college kid. And god said unto student, you must wear a hoodie, for it is a useful garment. And you shall never wash it either. Student asked god what kind of Hoodie should it be and god said, you shall own one with your school's logo on it and you shall own many others of varying colors and creeds. And Student was pleased and God was pleased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V- Thou Shalt S--- a Lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Student asked of his bathroom habit and god told him, Student, you shall eat in the Cafeteria and you shall s--- a lot. And it will not be good s---, it will be the s--- of the devil for your a-- shall burn for hours. Your school shall put laxatives in their food and you shall feel their pain. And Student began to weep, and god said unto him, Student, fear not the s---, for all your fellow students will be experiencing the same. And Student dried his eyes and thanked god and god told him to use wet naps to ease the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VI- Thou Shalt Eat EasyMac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student asked unto god if there was any alternative to the cafeteria, and god said to him, you shall eat a lot of EasyMac. It is easy to make and you don't need milk or a stove. And Student said microwaves were forbidden by the RA. And god said to him, you shall hide the microwave under your bed with a towel on top. And Student asked, what if it is discovered. And god told him to stop being such a pussy, and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VII- Thou Shalt Hook Up Student then asked of sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And god said, Student, you shall hook up and be happy. You shall go home with random people every weekend and forget about them the next day. You shall see them at class and be awkward amongst their company. You shall exchange saliva at bars and parties and it will be good. And Student became gleeful and god told Student to wrap it up because He knows where she has been, but Student does not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIII- Thou Shalt Join a Club and Never Go to Meetings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student inquired of his spare time and god reminded him that he should be napping. But Student said he wanted to do other things. So god said unto him, you shall join a club at the beginning of the semester, but then never go to meetings. And Student asked why he should not go to meetings, and god told him, because the glee club is gay. And Student understood His wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IX- Thou Shalt Wake Up Confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god said to Student, there will come many a day when you shall wake up in the bed of another and not know where you are. You will not remember what you did last night and you shall be confused. You will see that you have nipple rings and a tattoo now and are covered in Sharpie. And Student was disturbed by this, but god said, you shall tell great stories about it to your friends someday. Student understood, and it was all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And god gave Student the final Commandment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X- Thou Shalt Gain Weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Student wished to hear the final commandment and god said he would not like it. But Student insisted, so god said unto him, you shall gain weight. However, god said, you will not buy new clothes, so you will wear sweat pants a lot. god said, Student, you will watch a lot of TV and become fat to which Student wept profusely. But god comforted Student saying, you will still get ass even if you cannot tie your shoes anymore. Student felt better and god pointed to Student's chest saying, those will soon be bitch tits. And it was good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****This note was not made to offend anybody or their religion it was just a joke (I got from someone) but I believe that since to word god is in lower case that it is not referring to my GOD!!!****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People make gods of anything. In older days there were pagen traditions where they worshiped fabricated gods, like god of the fireplace and god of furtility and god of war. There is one true God and then there are the gods people create and worship for a particular reason. 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-55938644213999885</id><published>2006-11-08T00:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T00:41:23.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;We���re seated at the beach, on the sand. The sound of the waves on the shore caresses your ears. The sun's almost down and its rays make it a nice and warm environment. You close your eyes and dream about school work, and whether or not your mother's worried about your sudden disappearance. You then look over at the person who convinced you to run away, and he's grunting while hitting his phone with a rock trying a primitive approach to get it working. If only he got a job and paid the bill, you say to yourself. He stops, looks at you and smiles, you return his smile only to cover up your frown. This is what he wanted? Why should I ruin it by being sad or unhappy? At least he's happy. He then begins to complain about everything. He thinks he's fat. He doesn't like shorts. It's warm now, but as soon as the sun disappears, it'll be cold, he says. Why is he complaining?! This is what he wanted! You lift your hand to slap some sense into him then he says "this is paradise only because you're here." and smiles. Yeah, you're the best. He���s your other half and you're his. You look into his eyes and you see promise. Someone taps you on your shoulder. Bookie said you've been here sleeping for about an hour. They���re ready to leave and go home. Your psychology book was a nice pillow. "I'ma stay here for a while and try to finish studying." she says ok, and the group you were with leaves. Maybe you should call him. His phone could be turned back on by now, you tell yourself as you open your phone and push the speed dial. "By the subscriber's request, this phone is not accepting incoming..." hanging up you look back at your psychology book. The black and white words begin to jump out of the page as you lose yourself in a world wherein you try and understand the human mind. Your thoughts move from psychology to an apple orchard. Standing there in the dark picking apples and something or someone grabs you from behind. You know that scent anywhere, as you start smiling. He whispers something in your ear. His words make you smile but his voice sends vibrations through your body, especially to a certain part of your body. With his arms slowly caressing you he reaches up your arm grasp around your hand that has seemingly been clutching an apple for some time unwilling to pull it down. He continues to whisper and the heat from his breath is like a tongue that runs up and down your ear, as he holds you closer and tighter. You feel something press and pulsate against your butt. Your friend wakes you up and asks if you get enough sleep at night. The chapter! You can���t believe sleep took away an afternoon and it didn���t allow you a chance to finish the chapter, and it���s time to go home, where you���ll spend time cleaning and cooking and, thanks to sleep, studying. You should just let what the dream started end there. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Yeah, right. There���s a feeling of disappointment. You didn���t reach the point you wanted to reach. Pack your bag. He was going to do something to you that only exist in your dreams until marriage. The sun is bright. Your eyes need to adjust. Turn right and turn right again, the bus stop is right ahead. That apple was going to be the only apple you two picked, unless you ran away. He would follow you. Something would inevitably go down in that orchard. People next to you begin to move up to the brink of curb. The bus just turned the corner. Count out three quarters. He was going to catch you. You could say no to him but it���ll be easier to say yes. The apples fall to the side. They���re not important, at least not now. Your hand is trembling as you put the change in and take a seat. Your friend sits next to you, and you can���t hear what she���s saying. There���s this heat that overwhelms your body. Close your eyes. This is just the beginning; you have a about thirty mins till home. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Waves. You hear waves on the shore again. You waste no time. He's seated right next to you. The sun is still out and it's still warm. You were sitting and watching the sunset with your newly wedded husband, on your honeymoon in Italy. You reflect and look back to all the sights you saw on your way to the beach with you honey. Something moved in his pants. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Hell yeah, I'm turned on. She's sitting there sweating in her bikini. How can I not be. If you could only see what my eyes see. Sylviane is the perfect definition of beauty. She already took her shirt off and put it somewhere. All that was left was her skirt that blew softly in the breeze, and her bikini top. I attempt to pull her towards me and we just sit there for a while staring at the sun. "Why does nobody say anything in your day-dreams?" I say. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;    "cause you always say something dumb" and she begins to rub the growing dick that was showing in my pants. She slowly pulls down my zipper. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;    "Not here, Sylviane. People are looking, and judging and if I don't perform well they boo me and throw sand..." &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;    "Baby, baby, shhhhh." &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;    "in my eye" &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;    "The sun is almost down and there's nobody here." and with that she proceeds to pull out Onye. He's long and slouches in her hand, but he is pulsating and getting bigger. I lean back and put my elbows in the sand, watching and wondering what she's going to do with me. Hers is a look of elated curiosity. It didn't take long but it's upright, and waiting for her. She begins slowly by licking the head, sticking the very tip of her tongue into the small opening, and then rubs her tongue against the side. I, obviously, can't speak now; rendered speechless and motionless by just these two motions. she then sticks as much as she can into her mouth and sucks as she pulls up. Her mouth feels soft and warm, very inviting. There is pre-cum showing, shiny at the little opening. My body begins to react as she licks up the side from the base to the head and lingers there and then does the other side. She puts the head in her mouth and begins to suck as her hand goes up and down. I don't think anybody really knows how good that feels, even if you've had it before, nobody remembers it correctly. It's too good a feeling to be remembered correctly, If you remember it fully, then it wasn't done right. She was doing it right. Onye got stronger every now and then, (he's so unpredictable) and tried to force his way into her mouth again. Okay, so that wasn't all Onye's fault. She stopped and pulled her head back and... &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I just got home. I'm standing there in front of the door wondering how why I don't remember getting on the second bus, getting off the second bus, and walking all the way here. I look down the street and reach for my keys, which were right next to my phone. I try the door, and look to see if anyone called. It really felt like I was away. I wasn't here and I just came back, or woke up, or something. Looking back, the Corrolla isn't there. Close the door, drop your bags in your room, get something to eat, check the mail, where's Emmanuel? Call for him. He's down stairs. What's on TV? Change your clothes first. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;I flip her on her back and start going in and out faster. Waves beat the shore and my dick is beating her pussy. She moans closes her eyes and arches her back. Her mouth opens and her legs start trembling. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Oh my ---! My love and I are tangled in pure bliss. Oh yes, please put him in me over and over again. With every stroke, every time he drills me harder and deeper a wave or surge overtakes me, setting me free, but compelling me to close my eyes, dig my feet into the sand and my nails into his muscular back and hope he never leaves my vagina. I also hope that Emeka sticks around too, I mean, after all, I do love him. His strong arms hold me down, as he shoves his whole dick deep between my legs. I can't ear anything, not the sounds of the waves, nor the squishing and slapping sounds made by the juices seeping from my pussy as his body rams against mine. In and out, in and out, constant motion that continues even as he lifts his upper body up and pins my arms down, he doesn't stop the mostion. In, I don't care what he does so as long as he continues, and out, and in and out, I'm almost there. In and out, and in, he gets larger and starts stretching my pussy lips wider. Oh yes, pull out, and shove it back in, all the way, until there's a smack you slaming against me and repeat it over and over again. Don't stop now I'm almost there. You have a knack for stopping when I need you the mo-ooo-st I inhale and hold it. ooooo, in, he's cumming. out, I'm cumming, in. I feel... in, pumping semen, out, stagger breathing, in, but I now see colors, out. I rise to a beautiful climax, given a glimpse of a world that's filled, much the way I'm being filled right now, with everything I always wanted, both clean and dirty, crazy. I try to reach out an grab it but, he's spent. The waves are washing up on the shore. I open my eyes to a kiss. He loves me. The sun is down. I open my eyes. My panies are wet. My feet and my nails had been digging into my bed on which I was laid on my back. This boy needs to call me, him and his deep voice. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;He was chasing me, H wanted. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;FONT face=Verdana size=2&gt;He first kissed her lips passionately, and as they went on the kisses got deeper and deeper. Her arms instinctively rose and wrapped themselves around his head, pulling him in for a deeper kiss. Whereas his hands, having a mind of their own, moved down and went up her shirt. She had no bra and her pointy nipples were stiff. He rubbed around her nipples getting them harder. Her moist pussy felt him getting harder through his pants and her thong. He was lying between her legs and her skirt was lifted up. He lifted her shirt over her head and started kissing slowly down her neck. The warmth of his lips stimulated her and at times he would bite softly. All the while her hands had flown down and were working at the clasp of his belt. He got down to her chest and held her hand up above her head. He then started kissing in circles around the right nipple and then licked it. He lowered his head and started sucking with his tongue rubbing the very tip. Her pussy lips got wetter and began to soak her thong. Her back arched and she threw her head back. He would also bite her there. After about five minutes he took his shirt off and threw it aside, and went back to work on her left nipple, kissing with his lips and teeth, and took another five minutes. She couldn���t speak. She pressed her pussy up against his cock, getting his pants wet. Reaching under her skirt at both sides he reached and pulled her thong down and off. It was soaked. He held it up for her to see and she laughed a little. Placing it aside, he then bent down and found her clit. Her face lit up as he played around it, massaging it a little, letting up and then massaging it again. Then bending down, he put his face in front of her pussy and began kissing it. He then rubbed his tongue over it and up and down between her lips. Using his fingers he parted the lips and lapped at her tight hole. Juices were seeping out and he licked them all up. He then stuck his tongue into her vagina and pulled out repeatedly. 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href="http://ldd4me.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-to-tell-your-thick-headed-husband_04.html#links"&gt;BenDover&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"How to Tell Your Thick Headed Husband&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent a lot of time reading everything I can find on LDD or Taken in Hand relationships. I read a lot of posts by women who are frustrated and don't know how to tell their SO what it is that they want and crave.So, I decided to write a little Domestic Discipline "Primer" from a guy to guys that a woman could copy, edit and print off. Then place it under his coffee mug some morning.... No, better place it on top of the mug otherwise he might not see it. Then all the needy lady has to do is place a nice hairbrush or other scary implement on his pillow or dresser and patiently wait for the fireworks to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So here is Part 1: Loving DD&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason you are reading this is because the woman in your life has something to tell you that she doesn’t know how to vocalize. How can that be? For as long as you’ve known her, she certainly has never before been at a loss of words. Well this subject can be sensitive, she doesn’t know how you will react or what you will think of her. She wants to change the doubt that she has for this and any other subject, she wants to build a firm foundation of trust and communication for not only this subject but for all subjects so she can know that she can talk to you about anything. Ok, this is already starting to sound like it’s going to be a major pain in the butt, well it will be a lot of work and require a major time commitment for both of you. Let me assure you, it certainly will be a major pain in the butt, the good news it won’t be your butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Strong Woman&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lady is probably a strong confident woman of character, perhaps well educated but none the less she just about always knows what she wants and seldom if ever hesitates to do whatever is necessary. If she works outside the home she may hold a position of authority with responsibilities that she handles skillfully and or charge of a number of employees. So how can it be that a woman who may be strong in so many ways has such a difficult time letting you know what she really wants you to now do. Because, there are sometimes things she doesn’t want to be strong about, at least without your help. There’s something that she wants you to do instead… she wants you to take a more active part in your relationship. She wants you to hold her accountable for her safety, attitude and responsibilities. If she endangers herself, or anyone else for that matter by doing something foolish like driving home after having too many cocktails with her girlfriends… Well, she wants you to take action that will prevent her from ever doing it again! If she was moody, rude, or down right bitchy to you, or for that matter anyone… Well she wants you to take action that will make her think twice next time before opening her mouth and inserting foot. If she kept putting off writing the check for the credit card and now it’s late… Well she wants you to take action that will make her want to get those things done that she knows she has to do. She wants you to teach her a lesson that she will be able to remember for a long, long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There are other things too.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you two argue, she wants you to put your foot down and lay down the law that there won’t be any more arguing. She wants you to say "That will be quite enough, we’ll talk about this later when cooler heads prevail!". She doesn’t want you to make a major decision without her input or agreement, but she does want you to take control of the debate when it’s in danger of being an argument. She wants you to take action. No stupid, not action on the subject, action on the method of conversation. If she should fail to respect your decision that it wasn’t a conversation, if she doesn’t accept and respect your opinion that no progress was being made, just the same points being berated and restated in louder volumes. If she fails to respect you in any manner during the incident she wants you to take action so that she’ll never do that again. If she does ever forget in the future, she wants to know that you will not tolerate it without consequences. You see she’s not asking you to make her decisions for her, she’s looking for emotional support and a somewhat constant reinforcement of care and love with your consistent involvement in how you communicate. Now go back and reread this paragraph at least three times, and take notes… no hi-liter on the monitor please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why does she want these things?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because as a woman the most sensual and powerful attractant that draws her to you is her respect for you. No, forget it, it’s not your pride and joy swinging between your legs, she would happily settle for a less endowed man if there is such a thing. It’s not your magical fingers that she enjoys so much. No, it’s not those things that you do with your tongue either. All those things are icing, the real cake is the leadership that you can, or rightfully should provide her as a man. She wants to respect you. She also wants you to respect her, but you already knew that, she’s probably screamed it at you a hundred times. The good news here if you so choose, you can take action to insure that she never screams at you again, well she might, once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What brings these things out in a woman?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple, if you didn’t notice she’s different from you. No, not just those spots. She thinks differently than you do. Much of what goes on in her mind can become a mix of uncontrollable emotions that build up to an intolerable level, she’s not happy, she might be confused, she wants you to help her. She does know what she wants, she wants to let all of it go with a good cry. She wants to be leaning on your shoulder, telling you everything, sobbing and clearing her head and heart of all the pent up emotions and unsaid things, having you listen, having you forgiver her, having you tell her it will all be alright. In other words dim-wit… she wants you to spank her. No, not sensual play although she might like that too. She wants a real old fashioned over the knee, you’re going to remember this for a long, long time and never do it again butt stinging, bottom throbbing cheek burning spanking. However before you even think about giving her what she wants and needs you really do need to know how to do it right. No, you do not. Pay attention and do some other research elsewhere too. If you do it wrong, it will make things much worse and you’ll never be able to explain it to the domestic relations people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Now you have to be asking yourself why in the world would a woman who you’ve committed to protecting want you to cause her pain?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, she doesn’t really want you to cause her pain, she doesn’t want to be hurt at all. In fact if you do it properly she will be crying, screaming and begging you to stop, but you can not. She knows it’s going to be painful for her and an experience that she in fact really doesn’t want to have. She does however know that it does have to happen for the sake of the relationship. She knows that her sore bottom will bring a rush of tears and eventually a flood of emotions out that will give her a much needed release. Ultimately she will gain a new found respect for the man who loves her enough to spank her for her own good and the good of your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is all this?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t really matter what name you give it though this is commonly known as Loving Domestic Discipline, often just called LDD or DD. It borrows some terms and methods from BDSM, but that’s about where the connection ends. There are limitless variations and some refer to it as being "Taken in Hand" or TIH. Often associated with the Queen’s English way of referring to these actions, such as "Her husband’s reacted to the incident when he promptly took matters in hand". Many believe that there are both subtle and strong difference between LDD and TIH, but I won’t have that discussion here. There are also many faith based participants who may refer to themselves as practicing Christian Domestic Discipline. Why not pick up the bible and check out Ephesians Chapter 5 verse 21 onward. Some call it a Traditional Marriage, that’s right just like Ricky taking Lucy over his knee for being irresponsible or John Wayne giving Maureen O’Hara a well deserved attitude adjustment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is it not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you read the hundreds of works available on the internet you will likely find hundreds of opinions on this. Whatever it’s worth, this really is not a licensed subsidiary of BDSM. You may or may not have had experience with BDSM, it really is a very large, broad label that covers what seams to be a limitless number of activities. BDSM often involves pleasure gained by giving discipline or being disciplined, binding or being bound, enjoying the heightened pleasure brought on by the flow of endorphins in response to pain. Arousal from getting or giving power or pain, it doesn’t need a reason, it just works toward the goal of heightened sexual pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal of Loving DD is not the pursuit of the next orgasm, the goal and attainable result of LDD is a stronger relationship between you and your partner. Many couples after discipline do actually find themselves moving to the bedroom but the heightened sexual desire that your mate will likely display is the result of the stronger sense of security and from receiving you after-care. The craving for a sense of security from your leadership drives her need. As a man your natural instinct is to spread your seed, as a woman her basic instinct compels her to a man who she believes to be strong enough to protect both her and her family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That doesn’t mean that you and your partner can’t weave in certain aspects of BDSM into TTWD (this thing we do). That is of course completely up to each couple just how, when, where and the why incidents or actions require attention. Every couple is different and your mileage may vary, you need to discuss these items in detail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spanko&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could it be that the reason my woman wants to be spanked is that she just gets some kinky pleasure from being spanked? Well in all honesty, maybe. Some women and some men do derive sexual excitement at the thought of being spanked. But if that’s all she wanted, that’s all she would have asked for. No matter what she probably will be sexually aroused by the thought of you spanking her. Many women who actively practice a DD lifestyle with their mate report that the thought of their significant other taking action is what excites them, not the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rules and Contracts&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some couples write out formal contracts that are always subject to revision, others establish a list of boundaries or simple rules and consequences. You must jointly decide how you establish rules and consequences, it’s her responsibility to obey them and it’s your responsibility to enforce the consequences with consistency and fairness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why spanking?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There may very well be times that you don’t even have to spank your partner if that’s what’s right for you and your partner at the time. Many couples integrate other forms of punishment into their LDD relationship. Restriction of privileges or writing lines are other popular punishments, they won’t bring the instant rush of tears that a good spanking will. They will however remind her of your authority, the authority that she freely and willingly gives you. Remember that behavior is not in the butt, the butt is simply a very effective conduit to the brain. The required submission, humiliation and sting of a spanking are all pointed at the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fairness and Consistency&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust and Communication are absolutely paramount as you move together to this lifestyle. This isn’t a one way street, it happens with her consent. That’s right, she’s giving you permission to control her behavior, and she has the right to revoke it at any time. That’s not likely to happen unless you fail to do your job properly and that’s with fairness and consistency. As you begin to research this topic you will notice that many women who are in DD relationships have one basic need from their HOH (Head of Household, that’s you sport) and it’s consistency, I can not stress that enough. You just can not spank her bottom one time and the next time the same thing happens say "we’ll just let it go this time". You may be thinking that you want to let it go because you’re just too tired to do anything about it right now. You can not ever do that, because she’ll be thinking you just don’t care enough to do anything about it or put enough effort into protecting your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gotta Listen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep the talk going all the time, don’t try to provide solutions during conversation, probe and when she says something ask her what that means to her. Men when presented with a point by a woman immediately try to think of a solution. Guess what guy, she doesn’t want you to solve all her dilemmas, but she does want you to hear them and understand them from her perspective. You’ll certainly need to learn to tell the difference, the answer won’t always be trip over your knee, often the answer is simple empathic listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So who holds you responsible?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do, you will have to live your life to a higher standard. Put the Donald Duck jamies out with the next yard sale and grow up. It’s time to let go of ol’ Teddy, it’s time to be a man there big guy. What if you make a mistake? Don’t make it again. You are allowed to make mistakes if you can learn from them. That’s the whole point, we are all human, the difference is that as a man you need to make sure that you always learn from your mistakes. As a woman your partner needs to know that she too has to learn from her mistakes and needs to know that if she doesn’t learn, you will not hesitate to hold her accountable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doesn’t seem fair does it?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well for a very few couples it’s not. The man just might find himself over his ladies knee someday too. Stop grinning, if you are one of those couples you just might find yourself unable to walk or sit for a day or two… or more. Bouncing around on the internet you are likely to find a thing called "The Spencer Plan", not sure if it’s real or fake, but there are actually couples that follow some form of household similar to it. Allegedly composed by a woman doctor in the early half of the 20th century the Spencer Plan states that a wife must always be spanked bare hand while a husband must always be whipped with a leather strap or paddle. This justice is administered for infractions determined by their contracts to one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;So you’re not worried are you big guy?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petite little woman will never be able to swing one of those big fraternity paddles. Don’t bet on it! Those things aren’t really all that heavy and just because she never played baseball, doesn’t mean that old battleaxe gym teacher she had, Ms. Ironbuns, didn’t teach her how to swing a bat for softball. Also those men who have been on the receiving end in such relationships can attest to the astonishing power hidden in that little hairbrush on her dressing table. Oh, and be sure to watch your mouth in the kitchen if you see her reaching for a spatula or wooden spoon too. Do you remember those old fashioned cartoons you watched on TV as a kid? Remember the wife swinging the rolling pin over her head as she chased her poor husband down the street? Well, the ol’ girl wasn’t stupid. She had no intention of giving the bread winner a life threatening concussion, she wanted a life altering experience for her man. She had a softer target in mind about three feet lower, and he knew it, which is why he ran like a bat from Hades. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-115179783138215127?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/115179783138215127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=115179783138215127&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/115179783138215127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/115179783138215127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/07/be-man.html' title='Be A Man'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-115134425022437035</id><published>2006-06-26T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T20:02:32.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3670/3119/1600/DATING.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3670/3119/320/DATING.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having sex is stupid!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-115134425022437035?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/115134425022437035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=115134425022437035&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/115134425022437035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/115134425022437035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/06/having-sex-is-stupid.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-115100218717969287</id><published>2006-06-22T14:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T14:49:47.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 14pt;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love Style is Pragma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/pragma.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believe love is logical - or at least it should be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've thought a lot about what you want from someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to say you have a checklist would be an understatement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may even have a plan for how you will fall in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you've got to do is meet the perfect person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourlovestylequiz/"&gt;What's Your Love Style?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-115100218717969287?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/115100218717969287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=115100218717969287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/115100218717969287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/115100218717969287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/06/your-love-style-is-pragma-you-believe.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-115040909371126251</id><published>2006-06-15T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T18:04:53.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl03_lblPermalink"&gt;It is not enough to have a good mind. The main thing is to use it&lt;br /&gt;well. -Rene Descartes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-115040909371126251?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/115040909371126251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=115040909371126251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/115040909371126251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/115040909371126251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/06/it-is-not-enough-to-have-good-mind.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-115040844246945003</id><published>2006-06-15T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T17:54:02.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder who this is?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://myspace-404.vo.llnwd.net/00792/40/49/792289404_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://myspace-404.vo.llnwd.net/00792/40/49/792289404_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-115040844246945003?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/115040844246945003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=115040844246945003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/115040844246945003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/115040844246945003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-wonder-who-this-is.html' title='I wonder who this is?'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-115039363741294683</id><published>2006-06-15T13:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T13:47:17.436-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.urbanmusic2000.com/"&gt;urban music 2000&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do they play Gospel Music, they also make clothing. It's just slightly prohibitive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-115039363741294683?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/115039363741294683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=115039363741294683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/115039363741294683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/115039363741294683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/06/urban-music-2000-not-only-do-they-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-114977819162180833</id><published>2006-06-08T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T10:49:51.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will now Deny myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-114977819162180833?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/114977819162180833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=114977819162180833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114977819162180833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114977819162180833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-will-now-deny-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-114963164099082347</id><published>2006-06-06T18:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T18:07:21.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cader.biz/demoteall.html"&gt;Cader Computer Services&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-114963164099082347?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/114963164099082347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=114963164099082347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114963164099082347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114963164099082347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/06/interesting.html' title='interesting'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-114962753775393216</id><published>2006-06-06T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T17:44:41.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ldmusicmovie.blogspot.com/"&gt;Music and Movie Guidelines&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bitsandpieces1.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bits &amp;amp; Pieces&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-114962753775393216?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/114962753775393216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=114962753775393216&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114962753775393216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114962753775393216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/06/music-and-movie-guidelines-bits-pieces.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-114427713235830424</id><published>2006-04-05T18:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:59:31.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;form action="http://www.kwiz.biz/simplesurveys/do-survey.php" method="post" target="_new"&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="#efefef" cellspacing="0" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELF - The Survey&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="TELL+ME+ABOUT+YOURSELF+-+The+Survey" name="question1"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="2" name="type1"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Name:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nnaemeka Nwachinemere Emenari&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Name%3A" name="question2"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type2"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthday:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;3-7-1985&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthday%3A" name="question3"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type3"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Birthplace:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Washington DC&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Birthplace%3A" name="question4"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type4"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Current Location:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;North Pole (it snows here during the summer) indiana&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Current+Location%3A" name="question5"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type5"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Eye+Color%3A" name="question6"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type6"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;black&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Hair+Color%3A" name="question7"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type7"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;6'&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question8"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type8"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Right Handed or Left Handed:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ambidextrous (or right handed with wishful thinking)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Right+Handed+or+Left+Handed%3A" name="question9"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type9"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Heritage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NIGERIAN!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Heritage%3A" name="question10"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type10"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;The Shoes You Wore Today:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;adidas samoa black &amp;amp; wht&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="The+Shoes+You+Wore+Today%3A" name="question11"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type11"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Weakness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pretty flirtatious girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Weakness%3A" name="question12"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type12"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Fears:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTHING! God has not given us a spirit of Fear&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Fears%3A" name="question13"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type13"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Perfect Pizza:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;every type of meat has been fried and placed ontop with pineapple. except fish.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Perfect+Pizza%3A" name="question14"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type14"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Goal You Would Like To Achieve This Year:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;finish this school year&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Goal+You+Would+Like+To+Achieve+This+Year%3A" name="question15"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type15"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Overused Phrase On an instant messenger:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Help me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Most+Overused+Phrase+On+an+instant+messenger%3A" name="question16"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type16"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Thoughts First Waking Up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What is that noise... oh my alarm clock.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Thoughts+First+Waking+Up%3A" name="question17"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type17"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Best Physical Feature:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel evenly about my entire body&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Best+Physical+Feature%3A" name="question18"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type18"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Bedtime:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lol, they wanna know my bed time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Bedtime%3A" name="question19"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type19"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Your Most Missed Memory:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;getting flogged by my parents&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Your+Most+Missed+Memory%3A" name="question20"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type20"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Pepsi or Coke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yuck&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Pepsi+or+Coke%3A" name="question21"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type21"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;MacDonalds or Burger King:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I would only eat McDonalds Fries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="MacDonalds+or+Burger+King%3A" name="question22"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type22"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Single or Group Dates:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it really doesn't matter&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Single+or+Group+Dates%3A" name="question23"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type23"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LIPTOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON, I was raised on it&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Lipton+Ice+Tea+or+Nestea%3A" name="question24"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type24"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Chocolate or Vanilla:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;strawberry-orange with cream&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Chocolate+or+Vanilla%3A" name="question25"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Cappuccino or Coffee:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lipton&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Cappuccino+or+Coffee%3A" name="question26"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type26"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Smoke:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;lol, they wanna know if I smoke&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Smoke%3A" name="question27"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type27"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Swear:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Swear%3A" name="question28"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type28"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Sing:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in the shower every day!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Sing%3A" name="question29"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type29"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you Shower Daily:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no, I don't.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+Shower+Daily%3A" name="question30"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type30"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Have you Been in Love:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no, too much drama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Have+you+Been+in+Love%3A" name="question31"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type31"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to go to College:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no, I'm nigerian, though, I don't really have a choice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+want+to+go+to+College%3A" name="question32"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type32"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you want to get Married:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no, see previous&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+want+to+get+Married%3A" name="question33"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type33"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you belive in yourself:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yeah!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+belive+in+yourself%3A" name="question34"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type34"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get Motion Sickness:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no, I was born in a tornado&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+get+Motion+Sickness%3A" name="question35"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type35"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you think you are Attractive:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*I begin to cry* *sike* beauty is in the eye of the beholder. and if they're looking correctly they yeah.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+think+you+are+Attractive%3A" name="question36"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type36"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Are you a Health Freak:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no I leave my life in God's hands&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Are+you+a+Health+Freak%3A" name="question37"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type37"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you get along with your Parents:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;good question. really good. you have a knack for good questions&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+get+along+with+your+Parents%3A" name="question38"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type38"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you like Thunderstorms:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+like+Thunderstorms%3A" name="question39"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type39"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Do you play an Instrument:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;PIANO I LOVE THE PIANO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Do+you+play+an+Instrument%3A" name="question40"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type40"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Drank Alcohol:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it flows in the bathrooms. I use it to brush my teeth.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Drank+Alcohol%3A" name="question41"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type41"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Smoked:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO! stop asking me that&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Smoked%3A" name="question42"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Drugs:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input name="type42"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone on a Date:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*I start weeping again* NO! are you happy now?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+on+a+Date%3A" name="question44"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type44"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone to a Mall:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yea, I went to monroeville yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+to+a+Mall%3A" name="question45"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type45"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten a box of Oreos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;who eats oreos anymore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+a+box+of+Oreos%3A" name="question46"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type46"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you eaten Sushi:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I said I wanted my meat fried! is sushi fried&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+eaten+Sushi%3A" name="question47"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type47"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been on Stage:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+on+Stage%3A" name="question48"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type48"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you been Dumped:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;4 times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+been+Dumped%3A" name="question49"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type49"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you gone Skinny Dipping:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yeah, i'm fat though&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+gone+Skinny+Dipping%3A" name="question50"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type50"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;In the past month have you Stolen Anything:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i don't remember&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="In+the+past+month+have+you+Stolen+Anything%3A" name="question51"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type51"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Drunk:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;nope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Drunk%3A" name="question52"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type52"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been called a Tease:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;no, i've been called dumb, or funny&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+called+a+Tease%3A" name="question53"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type53"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever been Beaten up:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+been+Beaten+up%3A" name="question54"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type54"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Ever Shoplifted:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;yes, i'm bad!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Ever+Shoplifted%3A" name="question55"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type55"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;How do you want to Die:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;i want the rapture to come before I die&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="How+do+you+want+to+Die%3A" name="question56"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type56"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;What do you want to be when 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value="Favourite+Eye+Color%3A" name="question60"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type60"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Favourite Hair Color:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;dark brown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Favourite+Hair+Color%3A" name="question61"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type61"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Short or Long Hair:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;so as long as she's bald&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Short+or+Long+Hair%3A" name="question62"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type62"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Height:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;if I'm staring staight into her shoulder, it's not going to work out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Height%3A" name="question63"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type63"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Weight:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;if I hug her and I can't reach her back, then its not going to work out&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Weight%3A" name="question64"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type64"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Best Clothing Style:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;bohemien&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Best+Clothing+Style%3A" name="question65"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type65"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Drugs I have taken:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;0&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Drugs+I+have+taken%3A" name="question66"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type66"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of CDs I own:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;63&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+CDs+I+own%3A" name="question68"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type68"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Piercings:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;15&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Piercings%3A" name="question69"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type69"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of Tattoos:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 black one all over my body.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="Number+of+Tattoos%3A" name="question70"&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="1" name="type70"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="right"&gt;Number of things in my Past I Regret:&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;*i begin to cry again*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" 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type='text'>Words</title><content type='html'>"Don't frown, you never know who might be falling in love with your smile."&lt;br /&gt;~Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What is to give light must endure burning."&lt;br /&gt;~Victor Frankl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ladies, your happiness is very important to us. You have to understand that. Because when you're happy you let us touch you"&lt;br /&gt;~Adam Ferrara, a comedian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You are what you love, not what loves you.”&lt;br /&gt;~Adaptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You see things and say, “Why?” But I dream things and say “Why not?”&lt;br /&gt;~ George Bernard Shaw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love is a decision, not just a feeling.”&lt;br /&gt;~Fourplay by Jane Moore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-114203647716248769?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/114203647716248769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=114203647716248769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114203647716248769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114203647716248769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/03/words.html' title='Words'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-114203418096569619</id><published>2006-03-10T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T18:43:00.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so you must know pain.&lt;br /&gt;-Khalil Gibran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-114203418096569619?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/114203418096569619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=114203418096569619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114203418096569619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114203418096569619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/03/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-114099685168581956</id><published>2006-02-26T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:34:11.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby, it's cold outside</title><content type='html'>I really can't stay - Baby it's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go away - Baby it's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in&lt;br /&gt;So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice&lt;br /&gt;My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry&lt;br /&gt;My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar&lt;br /&gt;So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry&lt;br /&gt;well Maybe just a half a drink more - Put some music on while I pour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors might think - Baby, it's bad out there&lt;br /&gt;Say, what's in this drink - No cabs to be had out there&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now&lt;br /&gt;To break this spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell&lt;br /&gt;I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer&lt;br /&gt;At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense in hurting my pride&lt;br /&gt;I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, but it's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply must go - Baby, it's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;The answer is no - Ooh baby, it's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;This welcome has been - I'm lucky that you dropped in&lt;br /&gt;So nice and warm -- Look out the window at that storm&lt;br /&gt;My sister will be suspicious - Man, your lips look so delicious&lt;br /&gt;My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore&lt;br /&gt;My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Gosh your lips look delicious&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe just a half a drink more - Never such a blizzard before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to go home - Oh, baby, you'll freeze out there&lt;br /&gt;Say, lend me your comb - It's up to your knees out there&lt;br /&gt;You've really been grand - Your eyes are like starlight now&lt;br /&gt;But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me&lt;br /&gt;There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Making my life long sorrow&lt;br /&gt;At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died&lt;br /&gt;I really can't stay - Get over that old out&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, but it's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's cold outside&lt;br /&gt;Brr its cold….It's cold out thereCant you stay awhile longer babyWell…..I really shouldn't...alright&lt;br /&gt;Make it worth your while babyAhh, do that again….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-114099685168581956?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/114099685168581956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=114099685168581956&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114099685168581956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114099685168581956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/02/baby-its-cold-outside.html' title='Baby, it&apos;s cold outside'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-114063317573461437</id><published>2006-02-22T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:32:55.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've obviously found someone new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-114063317573461437?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/114063317573461437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=114063317573461437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114063317573461437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114063317573461437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-obviously-found-someone-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-114063203928598083</id><published>2006-02-22T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T13:13:59.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo</title><content type='html'>O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!                                  &lt;br /&gt;It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night               &lt;br /&gt;Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;               &lt;br /&gt;Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!               &lt;br /&gt;So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,               &lt;br /&gt;As yonder lady o'er her fellows shows.               &lt;br /&gt;The measure done, I'll watch  her place of stand,               &lt;br /&gt;And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.               &lt;br /&gt;Did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight!               &lt;br /&gt;For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, speak again, bright angel! For thou art            &lt;br /&gt;As glorious to this night being o'er my head,           &lt;br /&gt;As is a winged messenger of heaven           &lt;br /&gt;Unto the white-upturned windering eyes           &lt;br /&gt;Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him           &lt;br /&gt;When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds           &lt;br /&gt;And sails upon the bosom of the air.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-114063203928598083?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/114063203928598083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=114063203928598083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114063203928598083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114063203928598083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/02/romeo.html' title='Romeo'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-114056729095822944</id><published>2006-02-21T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T19:14:50.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>intelligence for your mind</title><content type='html'>"Everywhere is within walking distance if you have the time"-Steven Wright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Every flower must grow through dirt"-Nathan Sallard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rudeness is the weak man's imitation of strength"-Eric Hoffer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The hardest thing in life is to know which bridge to cross and which to burn"-Lawrence J. Peter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Problems can not be solved at the same level of awareness that created them"-Albert Einstein&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you want the rainbow you have to put up with the rain"-Nathan Sallard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-114056729095822944?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/114056729095822944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=114056729095822944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114056729095822944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/114056729095822944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/02/intelligence-for-your-mind.html' title='intelligence for your mind'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-113719473641752380</id><published>2006-01-13T18:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T03:23:18.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote 3</title><content type='html'>Ain't nothing free in this world but Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-113719473641752380?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/113719473641752380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=113719473641752380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113719473641752380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113719473641752380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/01/quote-3.html' title='Quote 3'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-113701160807083460</id><published>2006-01-11T15:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T10:43:02.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chistian Tee Shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.biblebanger.com/"&gt;Tee shirts!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and More &lt;a href="http://www.adifferentdirection.com/"&gt;Tee shirts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click up there for great Christian Tee Shirts. Christian Tee-shirts this good are really hard to find on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really like this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.biblebanger.com/images/all/aptrev.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anyone knows where to find any other really good christian tee shirts please leave a message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-113701160807083460?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/113701160807083460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=113701160807083460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113701160807083460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113701160807083460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/01/chistian-tee-shirts.html' title='Chistian Tee Shirts'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-113643956848917593</id><published>2006-01-05T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T00:40:18.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Least Intrest!</title><content type='html'>Least intrest! the person with least intrest is the one that controls the relationship, the one that has the least to lose is the one that doesn't comprimise. How does the Man always control the relationship? We always lose the most in the relationship. If the woman leaves. I have a headache. God set this up so that the man would learn to be self-sufficient and support the woman. I don't need them! I hope nobody I know reads this. If they do what do I have to lose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take my older brother's advice and forget about the girl thing and just concentrate on what I need to do, like get a provisional licence, and concentrate on my school work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-113643956848917593?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/113643956848917593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=113643956848917593&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113643956848917593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113643956848917593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/01/least-intrest.html' title='Least Intrest!'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-113613965084944684</id><published>2006-01-01T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:48:34.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Jesus All</title><content type='html'>Tell Jesus all of your troubles,&lt;br /&gt;when you're going through,&lt;br /&gt;and you need someone to comfort you,&lt;br /&gt;when you don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;and you need a helping hand,&lt;br /&gt;when the storm is raging,&lt;br /&gt;and you feel forsaken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell, tell Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Tell, tell Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Tell him all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burden bearer&lt;br /&gt;Heavy Load Sharer&lt;br /&gt;Heart fixer&lt;br /&gt;Mind Regulator&lt;br /&gt;Constant friend&lt;br /&gt;Thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;Company keeper&lt;br /&gt;Always be there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell, tell Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Tell him all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-113613965084944684?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/113613965084944684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=113613965084944684&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113613965084944684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113613965084944684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2006/01/tell-jesus-all.html' title='Tell Jesus All'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-113410584840932547</id><published>2005-12-09T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T12:43:43.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes</title><content type='html'>Quick is only faster than you expect - Unknonwn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no dissapointment if there is no appointment.-Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People think I am a natural leader...they just can't see the Man i am following. -Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am i to be Brilliant, Gorgeous, Talented and Fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of GOD. Your playing small doesnt serve the world. Theres nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people wont feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the GLORY of GOD that is within us. Its not just in some of us; its in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. And we are liberated from our own fear; our presence automatically liberates others." -Nelson Mandela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-113410584840932547?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/113410584840932547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=113410584840932547&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113410584840932547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113410584840932547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/12/quotes_09.html' title='quotes'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-113365378645972138</id><published>2005-12-03T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T22:31:11.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>quotes</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the day when idlers work, and fools reform, and mortal men lay hold of heaven. -Ed Young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of being boring is to say everything. -Voltaire&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-113365378645972138?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/113365378645972138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=113365378645972138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113365378645972138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113365378645972138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/12/quotes.html' title='quotes'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-113280723534583655</id><published>2005-11-23T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T23:40:35.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just started facebook. I feel left behind. Man, I need to be more responsible. I need to stop feeling sorry for myself and get up and going. Good Luck to Nancilla and her exploits to Rwanda! I hope you help so needy children out there, or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-113280723534583655?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/113280723534583655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=113280723534583655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113280723534583655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113280723534583655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-just-started-facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-113086903103561502</id><published>2005-11-01T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T13:17:11.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/youcc/Blog/cns!1pic_Gd5infmKxcnPwW6ASvQ!821.entry"&gt;Love post by Patch Adams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it! Love is not blind. it will take over not only your mind but also your heart. what you (or most people) think it is love is truly not. You need to elevate and find. I hope this steers you in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-113086903103561502?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/113086903103561502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=113086903103561502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113086903103561502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113086903103561502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/11/love.html' title='Love!'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-113086863497765792</id><published>2005-11-01T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T13:10:35.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all false. don't believe it. just for humor.</title><content type='html'>1. Adam and Eve were created from an Apple tree.Noah's wife was called Joan of Ark. Noah built an ark and the animals came on in pears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Lots wife was a pillar of salt during the day, buta ball of fire during the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The Jews were a proud people and throughout historythey had trouble with unsympathetic Genitals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Egyptians were all drowned in the dessert,Afterwards, Moses went up to Mount Cyanide to get the ten ammendments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The first commandment was when Eve told Adam to eat the apple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. The seventh Commandment is thou shalt not admit adultery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Moses died before he ever reached Canada ThenJoshua led the Hebrews in the battle of Geritol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The greatest miracle in the bible is when Joshuatold his son to stand still and he obeyed him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. David was a Hebrew king who was skilled at playing the liar. He fought the Finkelsteins, a race of people who lived in biblical times. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Solomon, one of Davids sons, had 300 wives and 700 porcupines. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When Mary heard she was the mother of Jesus, she sang the MagnaCarta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When the three wise guys from the east side arrived, they found Jesus in the manager. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Jesus was born because Mary had an immaculate contraption. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. It was a miracle when Jesus rose from the dead andmanaged to get the tombstone off the entrance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The people who followed the lord were called the 12 decibels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The epistels were the wives of the apostals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. One of the oppossums was St. Matthew who was alsoa taximan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. St. Paul cavorted to Christianity, he preached holy acrimony, whichis another name for&lt;br /&gt;marraige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Christians have only one spouse. This is called monotony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-113086863497765792?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/113086863497765792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=113086863497765792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113086863497765792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113086863497765792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-all-false-dont-believe-it-just-for.html' title='It&apos;s all false. don&apos;t believe it. just for humor.'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-113069897884991451</id><published>2005-10-30T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T11:51:43.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do what you've always done, and get what you've always got. What have I not done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habakkuk chapter 2 verse 1-3, I need a vision, so I can run. it needs to be written and made plain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 corithians 12:9-11, I am weak. He is strong. so if I ever appear to be weak, he shows his strength from within me. which just so happens to be stronger than my strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving is a form of worship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-113069897884991451?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/113069897884991451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=113069897884991451&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113069897884991451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113069897884991451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-what-youve-always-done-and-get-what.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-113044461888733907</id><published>2005-10-27T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T16:34:27.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Thursday</title><content type='html'>I'm pissed off. I have a head ache. I really don't want to see or talk to anyone. I'm just angry and grumpy for no real reason. I had plenty of sleep, both last night and this morning. Today everyone I've talked to wanted to go to sleep. I just Thank God for this day. I just give him praise, becaue even though I'm feeling down he's given me joy. Not even something like a mood swing can kill that joy. I feel down now but no body has to know it. I can be like that man that stood silent in the face of adversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poets Lead.&lt;br /&gt;That's what they do. if you read a book on poetry you would want to be led somewhere, and then reread it to be led somewhere else, and again to be led somewhere new. that's what a good poem can do. That's what people that write do for us. Poetry is just slightly deeper than writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be an astronaut, and buy my own Space Ship and sail to Mars and eat candy bars and sing at the top of my lungs and find Star Trek and learn klingong and french and Ibo and retire in Nigeria. I want to be a poet. I also want to learn Jazz piano, and the tenor scale and how to write music and share my tallents with everyone, and come out with a CD. I want to get straight a's and all the girls and my own room and get away from mom and dad, and get a inexpensive haircut and get a job and buy clothes and look good and join the choir. I wanna learn how to get into people's heads and manipulate them like Marlowe, the dectective, and Quit my job, and save my singing for sunday, and start a real estate business, and invest intelligently for the future, and make money for non-profit organizations, and go on missions trips with the church and I never want to live in Florida and Texas. I loathe those crazy and confused states.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-113044461888733907?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/113044461888733907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=113044461888733907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113044461888733907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/113044461888733907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/10/stupid-thursday.html' title='Stupid Thursday'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-112930162185830556</id><published>2005-10-14T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T10:53:41.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just like music.</title><content type='html'>turn on some music I got my music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="vpdiv"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicvideobash.com"&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows/Downloads/Contents/Products/MediaPlayer/" src="http://www.musicvideobash.com/songs/2841.asx" width="300" height="300" type="application/x-mplayer2" displaysize="0" enablecontextmenu="0" loop="true" showstatusbar="0" showcontrols="1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Music Video Codes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt; by Music Video Bash&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-112930162185830556?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/112930162185830556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=112930162185830556&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/112930162185830556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/112930162185830556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-like-music.html' title='Just like music.'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-112707723642427393</id><published>2005-09-18T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T17:00:36.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>WAL-MART APPLICATION</title><content type='html'>"This is an actual job application that a 75 year old senior citizen submitted to Wal-Mart in Arkansas. They hired him because he was so funny.........you gotta love it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAME: George Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEX: Not lately, but I am looking for the right woman (or at least one that will cooperate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESIRED POSITION: Company's President or Vice President. But seriously, whatever's available. If I was in a position to be picky, I wouldn't be applying here in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESIRED SALARY: $185,000 a year plus stock options and a Michael Ovitz style severance package. If that's not possible, make an offer and we can haggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDUCATION: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LAST POSITION HELD: Target for middle management hostility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREVIOUS SALARY: A lot less than I'm worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOST NOTABLE ACHIEVEMENT: My incredible collection of stolen pens and post-it notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REASON FOR LEAVING: It sucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOURS AVAILABLE TO WORK: Any.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PREFERRED HOURS: 1:30-3:30 p.m. Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE ANY SPECIAL SKILLS?: Yes, but they're better suited to a more intimate environment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY WE CONTACT YOUR CURRENT EMPLOYER?: If I had one, would I be here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE ANY PHYSICAL CONDITIONS THAT WOULD PROHIBIT YOU FROM LIFTING UP TO 50 lbs.?: Of what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU HAVE A CAR?: I think the more appropriate question here would be "Do you have a car that runs?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU RECEIVED ANY SPECIAL AWARDS OR RECOGNITION?: I may already be a winner of the Publishers Clearing House Sweepstakes, so they tell me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU SMOKE?: On the job - no! On my breaks - yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE DOING IN FIVE YEARS?: Living in the Bahamas with a fabulously wealthy dumb sexy blonde supermodel who thinks I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread. Actually, I'd like to be doing that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEAREST RELATIVE....7 miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU CERTIFY THAT THE ABOVE IS TRUE AND COMPLETE TO THE BEST OF YOUR KNOWLEDGE?: Oh yes, absolutely."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could work for walmart. All these older people always getting the jobs I want. I could do better I think, I could try. I dunno. it could be better to roll over and continue sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-112707723642427393?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/112707723642427393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=112707723642427393&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/112707723642427393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/112707723642427393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/09/wal-mart-application.html' title='WAL-MART APPLICATION'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-112609994838807841</id><published>2005-09-07T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T09:32:28.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cal Ripkin looks like a white Michael Jordan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-112609994838807841?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/112609994838807841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=112609994838807841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/112609994838807841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/112609994838807841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/09/cal-ripkin-looks-like-white-michael.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-112541133619642268</id><published>2005-08-30T10:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T10:15:36.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Deep down I'm really superficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She who asks a question is a fool for 5 minutes. He who doesn't ask remains a fool forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This probably explains why women talk so much. I love women. Where would men be without you. We'd be lost, seriously lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-112541133619642268?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/112541133619642268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=112541133619642268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/112541133619642268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/112541133619642268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/08/deep-down-im-really-superficial.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-112541100162133818</id><published>2005-08-30T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T10:10:01.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>quote #2</title><content type='html'>"My favorite animal is steak." -Fran Lebowitz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-112541100162133818?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/112541100162133818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=112541100162133818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/112541100162133818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/112541100162133818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/08/quote-2.html' title='quote #2'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-112351671159324008</id><published>2005-08-08T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T11:58:31.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.expository.org/ps67a.htm"&gt;A THREE POINT SERMON&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you like three point sermons? They're seemingly the most effective. The link above is a three point sermon that I found on Google when I searched for "god bless me". The title is so ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I didn't read  the whole thing. I will later. I will. Trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you shouldn't really reach for the blessings of God. "No, why not?" Why not? Because you should seek first the kingdom of God and all the other things will be added. Duh. I need more quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-112351671159324008?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/112351671159324008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=112351671159324008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/112351671159324008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/112351671159324008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/08/three-point-sermon-how-many-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-112303973227773132</id><published>2005-08-02T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T23:28:52.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To weird,  thank you for your response. It seems that people like the quotes most because they get the most responses. So I'll try to put more up. Lemme see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-112303973227773132?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/112303973227773132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=112303973227773132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/112303973227773132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/112303973227773132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/08/to-weird-thank-you-for-your-response.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-111992200965840773</id><published>2005-06-27T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:04:42.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back.</title><content type='html'>I'm Baaaaack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hello, I have returned and unlike many others that return I'm here to stay, kinda. Many may have wondered where I went, I didn't go anywhere, I just forgot about you. That's all. No biggie. Well now I have something to write, and hopefully this time it will benefit you, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Just a few weeks ago I learnt what it meant to have faith in God. I was so surprised, because it was so simple. No complex formula. No scientific equation. I didn't even need to offer a Virginian in  sacrifice! Which is bad because I don't like Virginians (Just kidding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; All you need to do is ... have faith in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It's that simple. Now, of course, I didn't know what faith was. I red the verse with a red highlighter in all the church bibles but I never really settle down to read Hebrews chapter 11 verse 1 until a few weeks ago. Allow me to tell the story. Once upon a time far far away....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I stepped into the room. I always knew that they sang in here, but I never ventured in except for times when I was asked to do a favor for a damsel that didn't want to risk going back in. I was a bit apprehensive and shy. The guy standing in front looked dorky with his glasses and haircut, one funny-looking guy. He was getting the keyboard prepared. so I stared at my shoes until someone I recognized entered and said hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This is taking too long. I joined the choir. Look at that, one whole paragraph summed up in a four word sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We went on a field trip one Friday, I didn't have any classes (I don't have classes on Fridays). When we got to the place, a church that's operated out of a dance school, I have to get out and pee. We took an hour and forty-five minute drive. I couldn't find a bathroom, so I held it. It started to drizzle, and I held it. They were drinking lemonade inside before the service, and I held it. We sang all the songs we had prepared, and even had a wonderful praise session. From then on the service was real good. They had a dance ministry, which was a no-brainer. In case you forgot it was located in a dance school. I liked it. It was weird but I liked it. I sat between a beautiful girl and a family on three. Sometimes it was the mother sitting there with the baby and sometimes it was the father sitting there. Then there was that one time in which the father took the baby, that was another weird part of the service. The man that was to preach come up. He started talking, and the weird thing is I was so intrigued that I forgot that the gorgeous girl was sitting next to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-111992200965840773?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/111992200965840773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=111992200965840773&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111992200965840773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111992200965840773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back.'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-111567644252532236</id><published>2005-05-09T18:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T18:07:22.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Only God is strong enough to show you that he's God.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-111567644252532236?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/111567644252532236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=111567644252532236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111567644252532236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111567644252532236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/05/quote1.html' title='Quote1'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-111344987383065199</id><published>2005-04-13T23:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T23:37:53.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-111344987383065199?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/111344987383065199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=111344987383065199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111344987383065199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111344987383065199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-111321231946133865</id><published>2005-04-11T05:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:06:27.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pharmacy Tech Speech (Extemporanious)</title><content type='html'>Pharmacist Technicians&lt;br /&gt;1Introduction&lt;br /&gt;a.)Attention Material: How many of you would like to make money selling drugs… Legally, and not have to spend six years in school?&lt;br /&gt;b.)Orienting Material: I’m currently training for a position as a Pharmacy Technician&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2Statement of Central Idea&lt;br /&gt;Pharmacy Technicians virtually run the pharmacy. I would like to inform you today on the purpose of pharmacy technicians; where they work, what they do, and how much they are paid.&lt;br /&gt;Starting off, where …&lt;br /&gt;3Body&lt;br /&gt;a.)Where exactly do you find pharmacist technicians&lt;br /&gt; 1Hospitals&lt;br /&gt; 2Store Pharmacies&lt;br /&gt;  CVS, Rite-Aid&lt;br /&gt; 3hospitals, the military, in home health care, long term care, mail service facility, managed health care facilities, and educational/training programs&lt;br /&gt;b.)what exactly do they do&lt;br /&gt; 1The definition of a pharmacist technician&lt;br /&gt;pharmacy technicians are defined as individuals working in a pharmacy, who under the supervision of a licensed pharmacist, assist in pharmacy activities not requiring the professional judgement of a pharmacist. The pharmacy technician is accountable to the supervising pharmacist, who is legally responsible by virtue of state licensure for the care and safety of patients served by the pharmacy. The pharmacy technician performs activities as the result of having certain knowledge and skills.&lt;br /&gt; 2Why are they needed&lt;br /&gt;According to March 13th Daytona Beach News-Journal, Pharmacies are expanding and as more sprout up there’ll be a larger need for not only pharmacist but also pharm techs.&lt;br /&gt;How do you become a pharmacy technician&lt;br /&gt;Classes (MC; PGCC; ect) then take the board exam&lt;br /&gt;Military&lt;br /&gt;On the job Then take the board exam&lt;br /&gt;Salaries: The average pay ranges from $6.50 to $13.00 an hour usually based upon certification and length of employment. However, many CPhTs earn over $15 an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusion&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, pharmacist technicians&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-111321231946133865?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/111321231946133865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=111321231946133865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111321231946133865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111321231946133865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/04/pharmacy-tech-speech-extemporanious.html' title='Pharmacy Tech Speech (Extemporanious)'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-111299217375031229</id><published>2005-04-08T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T16:29:33.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I write too much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-111299217375031229?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/111299217375031229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=111299217375031229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111299217375031229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111299217375031229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-write-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-111299165385054956</id><published>2005-04-08T16:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T16:20:53.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the bus, never again!</title><content type='html'>I decided today to take the bus, after 12 pm and before 4. Little did I know that this would be the worse commute to school ever.&lt;br /&gt;The bus I wanted to take never came.&lt;br /&gt;The bus I took, was late and it got me to my destination late,&lt;br /&gt;and I got there just after the bus I needed to change over to had left.&lt;br /&gt;So I waited 40 mins. mind you, the transfer has only a 2 hr window for you to use all the busses for free. so after the bus dropped me off at my next destination, I was to take the next bus to school. which was to come at 2:30 (yes, it took me 2hrs to get there). the bus driver charged me 75 cents. I didn't have any change and I had to put a dollar in. oh, and the bus that was supposed to come at 2:30 came at 3. I finally arrived at school at 3:35, this is after leaving the house at 12.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a loner.&lt;br /&gt;I don't like to talk to people, probablly say hi, or something like that, but never start a full blown conversation. its weird. they're spilling out personal business. I don't even talk to friends when there are more than 1 in the conversation. I know I need to work on this. I don't want to step out of my confort zone. Why were they talking to me? Why? why were the people on the bus talking to me? couldn't they talk to someone else, amongst themselves? to themself? do people have a certain affinity for someone that's sort-of well dress? I'll stop dressing up if I have to. Leave me alone. I have a blog to let myself out, you should get one too. "here, the website is Blogger.com. have fun." couldn't they read something? its not even like there were asking me for dier information. The pope just died, we could talk about that, or Jonny Cocran (I know its misspelled, I don't care), or that news anchor that now has lung caner from smoking. they don't wanna talk about that. "My husband left me with my kid and we had nothing, not even food to eat but now I'm rich again and he's dying from like 10 diseases." I don't care. I'm trying to concentrate on where I'm going and what I'm going to do when I get there, and why this bus system is taking so long! Leave me BE! "I like your shirt, this shirt is a hand me down, this watch was a gift, I'm going to the college to finish my prerequisits, ...." he only changed the subject like 20 times because I wasn't trying to listen. don't you hate it when somebody does that, you ignore them and they continue speaking, never getting the clue that you don't want to talk anymore? ok, I'm done. God Bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-111299165385054956?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/111299165385054956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=111299165385054956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111299165385054956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111299165385054956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/04/bus-never-again.html' title='the bus, never again!'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-111273663104076260</id><published>2005-04-05T16:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T17:30:31.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>everything's fine</title><content type='html'>Today is a good day.&lt;br /&gt;just continue telling yourself that.&lt;br /&gt;Today is a goooood daaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;now inhale,&lt;br /&gt;(sound of air moving in my nostrils)&lt;br /&gt;and exhale&lt;br /&gt;(nothing)&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;I hate this place. I hate everything about this place, from the carpet on the floors to the paint on the walls, although Tope is very soothing.&lt;br /&gt;I have a story that's constantly writing itself. allow me to introduce the characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt; the story is seen from my P.O.V. I'm am the Narrarator.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julius&lt;br /&gt;Tia&lt;br /&gt;Samantha&lt;br /&gt;Jasmine&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;Chiji&lt;br /&gt;Chibuzo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rest will be introduced when the story gets to them.&lt;br /&gt;I only saw Julius today, he was hooking himself up with Tia. she's a model, probablly the only girl that would take off her sweat shirt when it's hot. All others would relocate. I tried not to look but... I was tempted... and she's so..... I am a christian!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I scruffed my shoes, aka my babies. I rubbed soft leather against cement. the one shoe is now messed up to the point of no return. I now have to go on EBay and purchase another one for $20. I feel so sad. if I had known I wasn't going to see anybody today I wouldn't have worn them. oh why, oh why why why. ( sounds of sobbing and weeping bitterly).&lt;br /&gt;The english language has too many words with double letters. we need to delete a few.&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-111273663104076260?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/111273663104076260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=111273663104076260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111273663104076260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111273663104076260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/04/everythings-fine.html' title='everything&apos;s fine'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-111264988298592808</id><published>2005-04-04T16:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T17:24:42.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mountain High Valley Low</title><content type='html'>Is this not what I asked for?&lt;br /&gt;for people to leave me alone?&lt;br /&gt;why then do I feel so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so lonely?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not right. My friends (whoever they are) should speak to me! why should an electrifying clever guy like me be left feeling all alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a monday! that must be it! eveyone's is feeling under the weather. (beautiful day outside) still they should talk to me! my friend that I hang out with at 5 left at like 4:30. We always hang out on mondays! this should be my most energetic day of the week, I start off on a high note and then it goes down hill from there. Maybe I'm showing the signs of a long weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunty got married this weekend! just thought I should tell you that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy today, maybe too busy. Busy enough to bypass all my friends once and carry (I'm not good at spelling ebonix terms) them when they tried to say hi. I was putting up flyers for town hall, they're everywhere. now I have nothing to do and no one to talk to. well I do have a test to study for and some overdue assignments and essays to write... ok, so I have alot to do, but that doesn't mean I don't have time to talk to my precious wonderful friends! both real and imaginary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an imaginary girl friend her name is... I forgot but she's good i... I shouldn't tell you this. nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what, i've always thought I could do what my last girl-friend did. Whenever she's feeling under the weather, she'll cut everyone off. well, not everyone just me. I don't think she liked me all that much. well anyway, the only reason I don't cut everyone off is because it usually comes back to haunt me. there is nowhere (and I mean Nowhere) in this school for me to hide from them. I have to hide because I don't want to say hi when I see them, but I can't be rude. how should the full effects of cutting them off be felt if I constantly say "Greetings! how art thou, my good friend?" to everyone I'm trying to avoid. (to not say it when I see them would be quite rude) you know what, I'm going to find some place to go to sleep. probablly the janitor's closet. no, those places are quite spacious and they use them quite often. probablly hide in the second floor of the library. ha, that a laugh, Nigerians infest that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its as if they move with one mind. like zombies if one sees you there they all see you there. then they surround you with glowing eyes and all simultaneously say "Hello Nnaemeka" (yes, they pronounce my full first name) and then follow me to my seat and then I wake up. trying to hide in the lybrbary is useless. well I'm done for now I'm going to go to sleep in the Nigerian room, Nobody hangs out there anymore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-111264988298592808?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/111264988298592808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=111264988298592808&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111264988298592808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111264988298592808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/04/mountain-high-valley-low.html' title='Mountain High Valley Low'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-111229621164354510</id><published>2005-03-31T14:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T14:23:22.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculousnessess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/personal" rel="tag"&gt;personal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She likes me,&lt;br /&gt;She likes me not,&lt;br /&gt;She likes me,&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't like me not,&lt;br /&gt;She likes me,&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't know how to not like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm leaning towards something here. Here I am again, back to to the same old high-school Love game. I'm only not asking why, because I'm tired of asking that one-word question. a wise man once said... something real stupid. All men do it when they like someone. The problem is that they say it to their face. "Oh, Honey, of course I like your dress, but I'm not concentrating the outside, but its what's inside... your dress." wh.. no, I'm not asking. I've taken on a new resolution. Do what you've always done and you'll get what you've always got. ok, enough beating around the bush. I like this girl. but she's too much for me. and because I know nothing will ever come from that, I want to stop talking to her. but if something could come from that, then I still want to stop talking to her because I'm afraid of being in a commited relationship. I'm stuck in a catch 13. yesh a catch 13, it's different from the 22 because I know what's right and I'm not doing it so I'm suffering. its a 13 because its hapless and unlucky. its like one of those situations where you have just as many reaasons to do something right as you do to do something wrong, but it's not ethical (no right or wrong) nor is it of equal reasons. I have one reason to continue torturing myself, and all the rest of them are for the other side. (one of the reasons are to stop torturing myself). well I don't know what to do. so I'ma sleep on it and when I wake up I'm continue to deliberate. oh why oh why oh why. I wasn't asking, it ended with a period. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-111229621164354510?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/111229621164354510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=111229621164354510&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111229621164354510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111229621164354510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/03/ridiculousnessess.html' title='Ridiculousnessess'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-111115857718087915</id><published>2005-03-18T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T11:05:37.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/personal" rel="tag"&gt;personal&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emeka, what's wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're currently in school and you said you wouldn't get involved with anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;that's what you said.&lt;br /&gt;you went to Nigeria and was bored there and had alot of time to think it over.&lt;br /&gt;you did think it over.&lt;br /&gt;you made a decision.&lt;br /&gt;that's what you did, not me, you.&lt;br /&gt;now what have you done?&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you what you're done.&lt;br /&gt;you've went back to your old ways, you did.&lt;br /&gt;now youre messing with Samantha, Jasmine, and talking to a whole bunch of other people.&lt;br /&gt;why Emeka, why?&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you're no longer in charge, we have to start making changes around here.&lt;br /&gt;you stop calling and receiving calls, and this computer thing has got to stop.&lt;br /&gt;cut off communication with all that won't help you succeed.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;except Jasmine and Samantha, and sylvi.&lt;br /&gt;OK?&lt;br /&gt;Do I make my self clear?&lt;br /&gt;Emeka, are you reading this?&lt;br /&gt;EMEKA!!!&lt;br /&gt;oh what's the use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-111115857718087915?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/111115857718087915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=111115857718087915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111115857718087915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/111115857718087915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/03/personal-emeka-whats-wrong-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-110979264432051611</id><published>2005-03-02T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T14:44:04.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I be a youth leader?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/personal" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;personal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/religious" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;religious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often say that ambition is a good thing and that some of it is needed in order for you to get ahead in life, &lt;em&gt;but&lt;/em&gt; too much ambition is bad. It could sometimes lead someone to kill, or worse. I'm ambitious. I know this for a fact. There are so many I always strive for a leadership position even though I know I'm not cut out for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be leader of a nice small group of people. But this position is highly sought after and I'm not the only one qualified to be in this position. so there's alot of bad feeling going around. The coveted position is Youth Leader. Whoever controls the youth holds the key to this fellowship. and will get his way with all the influential people in the fellowship. they'll be treated with respect. The older people will call them brother/sister and allow them to thinks that only uncles and aunties do. I don't really know what that is but I know that everyone wants it, as do I. But I understand that its not really a position to fight over. I'm sure that God will raise up someone and plant in him/her enough skill and talent to take over for the sole reason of leading our youth closer to Jesus and yada yada ya. I just think that until they come I should keep the seat warm for them, and nobody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for us. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-110979264432051611?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/110979264432051611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=110979264432051611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110979264432051611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110979264432051611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/03/why-cant-i-be-youth-leader.html' title='Why can&apos;t I be a youth leader?'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-110974325299397178</id><published>2005-03-02T01:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T01:00:52.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If we live in the spirit, let us walk in it too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://merriettp.blog.com/"&gt;If we live in the spirit, let us walk in it too&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yesh, if we live in the spirit, we should walk in the spirit. Don't use your carnal mind instead use your spiritual mind and everything will fall into place. Jesus said take my lighter load, some see my faith as a heavier load because I restrict myself from things like temptation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/personal" rel="tag"&gt;personal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-110974325299397178?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/110974325299397178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=110974325299397178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110974325299397178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110974325299397178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-we-live-in-spirit-let-us-walk-in-it.html' title='If we live in the spirit, let us walk in it too'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-110961982146817156</id><published>2005-02-28T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:21:22.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Templates - (Blogger, Movable Type, Blogsky and PersianBlog)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ehsany.com/"&gt;Blog Templates - (Blogger, Movable Type, Blogsky and PersianBlog)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay, I found the templates! I knew I would soon enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-110961982146817156?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/110961982146817156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=110961982146817156&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110961982146817156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110961982146817156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/02/blog-templates-blogger-movable-type.html' title='Blog Templates - (Blogger, Movable Type, Blogsky and PersianBlog)'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-110961898296793768</id><published>2005-02-28T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T14:29:42.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pineapplesams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pineapplesamsleadteam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pineapplesams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who this guy is but I think I'ma be checking in on him. He's a youth leader! why can't we have a blogger that leads an internet youth group?! that would be nice. also someone that leads a youth leaders group online, cause I need some training and so do others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/personal" rel="tag"&gt;personal&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-110961898296793768?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/110961898296793768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=110961898296793768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110961898296793768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110961898296793768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/02/pineapplesams.html' title='Pineapplesams'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-110946808882514026</id><published>2005-02-26T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T20:36:31.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic to your blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://technorati.com/tag/Humor"&gt;&lt;rel&gt;Humor&lt;/rel&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.stampedesecret.com/?hop=bstar2"&gt;RSS Feeds for Online Marketing Success and Website Traffic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I don't really care about this i just want people to visit my site.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aiyo.com/app/channel.do?c=bs&amp;aff_id=8976"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.aiyo.com/app/channel.do?c=bs&amp;aff_id=8976"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;i&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;another way in which I can make money off my site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.blogexplosion.com/index.php?ref=nathanframpton"&gt;Need more traffic to your BLOG? Join BlogExplosion.com the internet's largest BLOG traffic generator! 100% FREE! - BlogExplosion.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;this sounds soooo stupid but I'm desprate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;See, this is how we all get caught-up in our own blog! Blogs were created for other to read what are really on the minds of nerds. Nobody understands them, because they've made the technical jargon a regular part of not only their speech, their life. How exactly did I get myself involved in this?! I'm running for King of my spring formal. This would incline that I'm popular. Am I not? what then am I doing with 2 Blogs? (I have a third but, I don't even update that one its emekaloserific.blogspot.com) I'm bored, and I love the internet. This relationship extends back to the days of when I was newly introduced to it. There was always something new. I loved downloading. Then I noticed that I was putting junk that I never use on my computer. I still loved it anyway. Now look at me. I'm balded, fat, and short. The most handsome looking Bald fat short guy you'll ever see. Just look at my profile picture! (if anyone can would you please tell me how to fix that.) well now, I have to go and do more important things like, sleep or eat or cry over my lost hair. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Toodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-110946808882514026?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/110946808882514026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=110946808882514026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110946808882514026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110946808882514026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/02/traffic-to-your-blog.html' title='Traffic to your blog'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-110940067626326132</id><published>2005-02-26T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T01:51:16.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/personal" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to describe myself.  I am, simply put, Eme. Nothing more, nothing less. American born, in the heart of DC, raised by Nigerian parents, I am among the most directed, confused, young adults in the world. I was taught well on how to cheat the system, but somehow it didn't take hold. I always wanted to do what's right but never could full acomplish everything I'd set out to do. This is who I am. Crazy, yet sensible, level headed, immature, yet ahead of my time, always seemingly older then my peers, ignorant, yet wise, smart, incredible, edible (description from my Girl Friend), nasty, inquisitive, an interrogative, poetic, prophetic, simple egnigma, mostly nothing, very few of everything, an expression of my life-long outlook, of memories and experiences, of teachings, of preachings, sometimes misleadings, of Christianity, and son of God, all rolled into one. One me. Eme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-110940067626326132?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/110940067626326132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=110940067626326132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110940067626326132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110940067626326132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello.html' title='Hello'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-110939864638995428</id><published>2005-02-26T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:05:11.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/3794/640/MATURE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 2px solid rgb(0, 0, 102); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/29/3794/320/MATURE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For mature audiences only &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absmiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-110939864638995428?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/110939864638995428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=110939864638995428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110939864638995428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110939864638995428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/02/for-mature-audiences-only.html' title=''/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-110928948244132450</id><published>2005-02-24T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T11:07:20.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My false essay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ladies and Gentlemen of the reviewing team at each University that my application is to be sent to, I Nnaemeka Emenari am a pharmacist. "You are what you are training to become", therefore I am already a pharmacist. Be that as it may I still have need of your assistance, because employers that I've talked with don't answer too well to the quote stated above. I was once told not to chase money, instead concentrate on what you're good at and money will chase you. I know that being a pharmacist, as difficult as it may seem, is an area in which I will thrive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I've always had an interest in chemicals, math, and chemistry. When I was younger my peers an cohorts would say that I was one of the smartest people they've ever seen. I did well in almost every subject and exceptionally well in the area or math and science, an area that most people in my outlook didn't know too much about. It was as if my brain was a sponge. The endowment didn't really come in handy when in Parkdale High School, where the teachers graded based on critical thinking. It got me by in a few classes but I really had to struggle in most of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never sent this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-110928948244132450?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/110928948244132450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=110928948244132450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110928948244132450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110928948244132450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-false-essay.html' title='My false essay'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-110918761555119659</id><published>2005-02-23T14:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T14:34:03.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>King Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/adviceneeded" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;advice needed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/advice" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;advice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/personal" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;I require the advice of several professionals in the field of politics! if you are a professional please leave a comment concerning my situation. I am running for King of my Spring Formal. I'm up against some heavy, heavy competition. I need to find out how to reach the general populace of my school. please contact me if you professionals require any more information. once again I require some urgent advice! don't delay.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Thank you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eme&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-110918761555119659?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/110918761555119659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=110918761555119659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110918761555119659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110918761555119659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/02/king-me.html' title='King Me'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-110910188509821131</id><published>2005-02-22T14:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T14:51:25.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Santa Clause is comming to town! I've been to busy to be naughty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I'm in school (18 credits). I'm also doing this blogging thing full time. Many of you may be wondering why. I am clueless as to why I'm doing all this. I'm in school full time, 18 credits, at work 40hrs a week and I also participate in extra activities. I love to sleep and I love long walks on the beach. People often just stand and look at me when I tell them all this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"What the h--- is your problem?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"I'm getting involved"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Eme, what the h--- is your problem?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That's pretty much how it starts, and usually from then on they look at me differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Is everything ok?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Yeah, I'm just running to class. I have to turn in my lab report"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"Eme, don't fall behind. Remember you have to work hard, 18 credits... ect."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ok, they don't actually say "ect." but its a long paragraph, and I don't have time remember all that. They use every chance they get to give me some sort of advice. Don't you hate it when people do that? Well, anyway. I have to go and do some stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/personal" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-110910188509821131?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/110910188509821131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=110910188509821131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110910188509821131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110910188509821131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/02/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-110908134615430646</id><published>2005-02-22T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T14:42:07.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/personal" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Did you know you could make money off this?! Why would Google give money away so easily? Maybe they're making some sort of profit from it. Yeah, so I'm doing the little AdSense thing. I hope I don't get ripped off. I hope they send me a check in the mail. I hope that my blogs are interesting enough to get people to return repeatedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If this works, I'm quitting school. yesh, that's right people. I'm going to drop out of college. I don't even if its one dollar. Learning is such a terrible thing. Yesh, I know I'm Nigerian, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nigerians love school, and they usually grow up to become things like Medical Doctors and Pharmacist, but I'm different. I'm a computer Junkie, and I'm Proud of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother, I'm just playing. Hahaha, funny, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-110908134615430646?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/110908134615430646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=110908134615430646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110908134615430646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110908134615430646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/02/wow.html' title='WOW!'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10975074.post-110903803227143478</id><published>2005-02-21T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T14:53:30.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/personal" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first blog! I'm ecstatic, exultant. Why, you ask? I really don't even know, but you know what! I'm going to go home and go to sleep, because I'm sleepy and I have another blog. Go ahead and visit that one. Peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com/members/emeka14"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eme's Space&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10975074-110903803227143478?l=emeloserific.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/feeds/110903803227143478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10975074&amp;postID=110903803227143478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110903803227143478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10975074/posts/default/110903803227143478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://emeloserific.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Nnaemeka Emenari</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-sfJhFmTglWw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABI8/BmGXaZThmCw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
