<?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-10765748</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:53:42.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..let it burn..</title><subtitle type='html'>RUN OR BE SLAIN</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>118</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-112763398570840228</id><published>2005-09-25T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T00:39:45.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>    Privacy Policy User Guide Email Us &lt;br /&gt;        WS4  &lt;br /&gt;System / Transaction Message Page   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;We're sorry. 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You won't have it -- but you will have their head.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-112401712231729007?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112401712231729007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112401712231729007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/08/indeed.html' title='indeed..'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-112383955862390515</id><published>2005-08-12T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T02:39:18.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life path..</title><content type='html'>Free Sample Life Path Reading forsheryl ann&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth Data for sheryl ann:&lt;br /&gt;Birth Date........... November 8, 1977&lt;br /&gt;Birth Location..... Manila, Philippines&lt;br /&gt;Sun Sign............ Scorpio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Sample Reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun in Scorpio:    You are deep and emotionally complex. Most Scorpios approach life with tremendous intensity of purpose.  You carry an aura of mystery around you that intrigues other people, whether you are aware of it or not. &lt;a class="findout" href="http://chartshop.com/scripts/runisa.dll?AO:CONVREPT::FREELIF,CONV=404,aU0FNn*Wpp}utp0EW}QqYTI}1}9}L}1lfV7(kWptnW:*PUtntuutp0a*}_L}LQL79999}LYrTC99}_IQ99}QS9I&amp;LOOK="&gt;Find out more with your full-length reading...&lt;/a&gt;     This is a sign that has a reputation for being highly sexual. It's not that Scorpios are necessarily interested in sex any more than the other signs; it's just that you radiate such intensity of purpose with a strong magnetic appeal. &lt;a class="findout" href="http://chartshop.com/scripts/runisa.dll?AO:CONVREPT::FREELIF,CONV=404,aU0FNn*Wpp}utp0EW}QqYTI}1}9}L}1lfV7(kWptnW:*PUtntuutp0a*}_L}LQL79999}LYrTC99}_IQ99}QS9I&amp;amp;LOOK="&gt;Find out more with your full-length reading...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-112383955862390515?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112383955862390515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112383955862390515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/08/life-path.html' title='life path..'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-112376145715324938</id><published>2005-08-11T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T05:00:29.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A CIRCLE OF COMPASSION</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;A human being is a part of the whole that we call the universe, a part limited in time and space. And yet we experience ourselves, our thoughts and feelings, as something separated from the rest - a kind of optical illusion of our consciousness. This illusion is a prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for only the few people nearest us. Our task must be to free ourselves from this prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living beings and all of nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                 &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;  --- ALBERT EINSTEIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-112376145715324938?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112376145715324938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112376145715324938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/08/circle-of-compassion.html' title='A CIRCLE OF COMPASSION'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-112367229056109756</id><published>2005-08-10T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T04:11:30.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>even w/ a crust</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We cannot love God unless we love each other.  We know him in the breaking of bread, and we know each other in the breaking of bread, and we are not alone anymore.  Heaven is a banquet, and life is a banquet too - even with a crust - where there is companionship.  We have all known loneliness, and we have learned that the only solution is love, and that love comes with community.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-112367229056109756?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112367229056109756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112367229056109756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/08/even-w-crust.html' title='even w/ a crust'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-112367207616664166</id><published>2005-08-10T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T04:07:56.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's Forecast&lt;br /&gt;Be a karma chameleon, and learn to change your colors to match the situation. By seeing how you can help others from the biggest moments to the smallest, you can change your own fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;A perfect solution exists. It involves both of you learning to compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;You're about to embark on an extraordinary opportunity or relationship. Be receptive and open to the influences that are intent on presenting you with experiences that will shape your mind, body and soul if only you are willing to relax your sense of control and deal with what comes your way. There's no need to decide one way or the other what your course of action will be. Instead, watch, wait and listen for your golden chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-112367207616664166?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112367207616664166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112367207616664166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/08/todays-forecast-be-karma-chameleon-and.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-112366958833673664</id><published>2005-08-10T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T03:26:28.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Sheryl,&lt;br /&gt;August 9, 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's a good time to try to analyze your dreams a bit to help you understand how you might be able to improve your life in some way. You should soon have everything you need to start moving forward towards a better future. So take the time to plan and prepare wisely now so that you won't have to make excuses for yourself later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-112366958833673664?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112366958833673664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112366958833673664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/08/dear-sheryl-august-9-2005-nows-good.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-112246345204208355</id><published>2005-07-27T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T04:24:12.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>alladyne..</title><content type='html'>Prepare to enhance each other's flexibility -- and you don't even have to go to yoga class to do it. Nor will it hurt a bit; this kind of stretching feels good in ways that remind you each of parts of yourself you've been neglecting. Make a conscious effort to gently pull on each other's mindset, sloooowly moving the boundaries out a couple notches. Or help each other do some mental handstands, taking turns holding each other's legs while getting the blood back into the ol' noggin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-112246345204208355?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112246345204208355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112246345204208355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/07/alladyne.html' title='alladyne..'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-112245806912283753</id><published>2005-07-27T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T02:54:29.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Dear Sheryl,&lt;br /&gt;July 27, 2005&lt;br /&gt;You should be making slow but steady progress with a relationship matter right now. You still might not be entirely sure whether or not a particular person shares your perspective, and some other people around you could still have some personal issues that need to be dealt with. But just remember that you can't always control everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-112245806912283753?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112245806912283753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112245806912283753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post_27.html' title='...'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-112128768676368496</id><published>2005-07-13T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T14:20:19.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/1024/nice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 4px solid rgb(255, 255, 255); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/320/nice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-112128768676368496?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112128768676368496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/112128768676368496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111899873554161725</id><published>2005-06-17T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T01:58:55.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... a dream deferred ...</title><content type='html'>What happens to a dream deferred?&lt;br /&gt;Does it dry up&lt;br /&gt;Like a raisin in the sun?&lt;br /&gt;Or fester like a sore--And then run?&lt;br /&gt;Does it stink like rotten meat?&lt;br /&gt;Or crust and sugar over--like a syrupy sweet?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.&lt;br /&gt;Or does it explode?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111899873554161725?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111899873554161725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111899873554161725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/06/dream-deferred.html' title='... a dream deferred ...'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111896209960669700</id><published>2005-06-16T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T15:48:19.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts 4 daddy's day ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let us first fulfill Christ's injunction ourselves&lt;/strong&gt; and only then venture to expect it of our children. Otherwise we are not fathers, but enemies of our children, and they are not our children, but our enemies, and we have made them our enemies ourselves. - &lt;em&gt;Fyodor Dostoevsky&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who is truly worthy&lt;/strong&gt; to educate his children? Our lips are unclean; our dedication is not wholehearted. Our truthfulness is partial; our love divided. Our kindness is not without motives. We ourselves are not yet free of lovelessness, possessiveness, and selfishness…Only those who stand as children before God are really fit to live and work with children. - &lt;em&gt;Eberhard Arnold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You yourself are the child&lt;/strong&gt; you must learn to know, rear, and above all enlighten. To demand that others should provide you with textbook answers is like asking a strange woman to give birth to your baby. There are insights that can be born only of your own pain, and they are the most precious. Seek in your child the undiscovered part of yourself. - &lt;em&gt;Janusz Korczak&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Children teach us a lesson&lt;/strong&gt; adults should learn: to not be ashamed of failing, but to get up and try again. Most of us adults are so afraid, so cautious, so “safe” and therefore so shrinking and rigid and afraid. That it is why so many of us have resigned ourselves to failure. - &lt;em&gt;Malcolm X&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we are to reach real peace&lt;/strong&gt; in the world…we shall have to begin with the children…and not by passing fruitless, idealistic resolutions, but by going from love to love and peace to peace, until at last all the corners of the world are covered with that peace and love for which the whole world hungers. - &lt;em&gt;Mohandas K. Gandhi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111896209960669700?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111896209960669700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111896209960669700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/06/thoughts-4-daddys-day.html' title='thoughts 4 daddy&apos;s day ...'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111887200031110264</id><published>2005-06-15T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:50:02.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>they will know one another...</title><content type='html'>The humble, meek, merciful, and just are everywhere of one religion; and when death has taken off the mask they will know one another, though the diverse liveries they wear here make them strangers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111887200031110264?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111887200031110264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111887200031110264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/06/they-will-know-one-another.html' title='they will know one another...'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111887235847212317</id><published>2005-06-14T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:52:38.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...d only true lamp</title><content type='html'>Look not too long in the face of the fire, O man! Never dream with thy hand on the helm! Turn not thy back to the compass; accept the first hint of the hitching tiller; believe not the artificial fire, when its redness makes all things look ghastly. Tomorrow, in the natural sun, the skies will be bright; those who glared like devils in the forking flames, the morn will show in far other, at least gentler, relief; the glorious, golden, glad sun, the only true lamp - all others but liars!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111887235847212317?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111887235847212317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111887235847212317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/06/d-only-true-lamp.html' title='...d only true lamp'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111868921615875714</id><published>2005-06-13T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T12:00:16.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>d opprtnty of suffering</title><content type='html'>The way in which a man accepts his fate and all the suffering it entails, the way in which he takes up his cross, gives him ample opportunity - even under the most difficult circumstances - to add a deeper meaning to his life. He may remain brave, dignified, and unselfish. Or in the bitter fight for self-preservation he may forget his human dignity and become no more than an animal. Here lies the chance for a man either to make use of or to forgo the opportunities of attaining the moral values that a difficult situation may afford him. And this decides whether he is worthy of his sufferings or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111868921615875714?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111868921615875714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111868921615875714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/06/d-opprtnty-of-suffering.html' title='d opprtnty of suffering'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111868362461989024</id><published>2005-06-13T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T10:27:04.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sometimes..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes a thunderbolt will shoot from a clear sky; and sometimes, into the midst of a peaceful family – without warning of gathered storm above or slightest tremble of earthquake beneath – will fall a terrible fact, and from that moment everything is changed. The air is thick with cloud, and cannot weep itself clear. There may come a gorgeous sunset, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111868362461989024?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111868362461989024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111868362461989024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/06/sometimes.html' title='sometimes..'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111845868912882051</id><published>2005-06-10T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:58:09.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..like a butterfly</title><content type='html'>It dawns on me more and more how trivial and short our lifespan is. It is like smoke; like a butterfly—it passes so quickly, flying away. Nobody, no one can bring back wasted years. One wishes that one would have always lived with eternity in mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111845868912882051?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111845868912882051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111845868912882051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/06/like-butterfly.html' title='..like a butterfly'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111822577994626541</id><published>2005-06-08T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T03:16:19.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Fixed Signs excel at conserving and protecting what is theirs. They have a need to see things through to their completion, and can be stubborn and unyielding. Yet, they can provide a comforting sense of continuity and security in being so predictable. They represent the protectors of the zodiac.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111822577994626541?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111822577994626541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111822577994626541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/06/fixed-signs-excel-at-conserving-and.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111822570895668340</id><published>2005-06-08T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T03:15:08.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.californiapsychics.com/horoscope_names.aspx#fixed"&gt;SCORPIO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is an emotional protector, whose intensity is unstoppablewhen in pursuit... ;P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111822570895668340?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111822570895668340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111822570895668340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/06/scorpio-is-emotional-protector-whose.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111822517071297580</id><published>2005-06-08T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T03:06:10.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well."&lt;br /&gt;~ Vincent Van Gogh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111822517071297580?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111822517071297580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111822517071297580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/06/love-many-things-for-therein-lies-true.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111667312658530530</id><published>2005-05-21T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T03:58:46.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>joe d mango ;P luv notes</title><content type='html'>Subject:&lt;br /&gt;Just friendship, not love&lt;br /&gt;Message:&lt;br /&gt;Im Francine, a college student, and an avid fan of Love Notes on radio.Its been two years now since I met Ryan. He joined our school organization and we became casual acquaintances. But late last year, we got a chance to become closer. We would talk about anything under the sun, including love. He would always tell our friends that Im one of the few people who really knew him. He made me feel very special, visiting me at home and texting me often. He would always tell me to take care of myself.It wasnt long, Joe, before I realized that I was falling for Ryan. I used to deny this feeling to myself but I was just so overwhelmed that there was someone who shows concern for a simple girl like me. But Im afraid that Ill be rejected again. My recent heartache was over Gerard, who fell out of love for me and courted my best friend, Marianne. I got terribly hurt. And Ryan helped me stand again and made me realize that theres life after pain.But history repeated itself. I got so blind that I believed Ryans show of caring and love was meant for someone more than a friend. I had to tell myself to stop dreaming and wake up in the real world. I did when he told me that he was in love with our friend Nicole and he was ready to take the risk of courting her. I was hurt again and cried every night and even in school.I started to avoid Ryan but he called me up one day and asked if I fell for him and I answered yes. He told me that nothing will change, hell still be the same Ryan I knew.Joe, I cant accept the fact that Ryan and Nicole are in love with each other now. I want to be happy for them but I cant. I wanted to convince myself that this was all Gods plan. God has His own reason for making things happen. Im trying to move on because I have never seen Ryan as happy as he is now. But every time I see them together, the pain comes rushing back. I dont know what Ill do. I dont want to lose our friendship. I love Ryan but he doesnt love me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francine,&lt;br /&gt;It has always been said that sometimes the only person who can make us happy is the same person who makes us cry. But most of the time, we dont find this happiness because the person who made us cry doesnt love us at all. We all know that love has a way of painting the world around us with beautiful colors. It can make us see something that is not real, something that is not there at all. A person in love would often give more meaning to the actions of another person which he or she interprets as some form of caring or even a gesture of love.But the thing is, when we are blindly in love, we really dont see the world around us as it is. We see it differently. Some people even build their own world of make-believe where they can live happily ever after. But the only after there can be is disillusionment.I know its hard to see the difference between love and friendship when its love that we want so much. You have given a different meaning to Ryans friendship and then you found out that it was simply friendship. Yet you are still holding on to that notion of love. Francine, I know it is one of the most difficult things to do but sometimes the only way to prove our love for a person is to simply give him the freedom to choose who he wants to love, even if it may not be us. Let us always remember that the greatest challenge in this life is how to love unselfishly and make other people happy even if it means giving up our own happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111667312658530530?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111667312658530530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111667312658530530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/05/joe-d-mango-p-luv-notes.html' title='joe d mango ;P luv notes'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111652201173971788</id><published>2005-05-19T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T10:18:46.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>infinity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/1024/DSC04161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/320/DSC04161.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill take care of u.. dont be sad dont be blue ill never break ur heart in 2.. ill take care of u .. ill kiss ur tears away..ill end ur lonely days ..all that im really tryin 2 say is I'LL TAKE CARE OF U.. i want u 2 kno' that i luv u so im proud2 tell d world ur mine.. i said it b4 ill say it once mo' ULL B IN MAH HEART TIL D END OF TIME .. ill take care of u dont b sad dont b blue &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;juz count on me ur whole life through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. CUZ ILL TAKE CARE OF U.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111652201173971788?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111652201173971788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111652201173971788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/05/infinity.html' title='infinity'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111652055304181464</id><published>2005-05-19T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T10:16:43.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lady</title><content type='html'>Lady, Im your knight in shining armor and I love you&lt;br /&gt;You have&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/1024/photo_0066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/320/photo_0066.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;made me what I am and I am yours&lt;br /&gt;My love, theres so many ways I want to say I love you&lt;br /&gt;Let me hold you in my arms forever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have gone and made me such a fool&lt;br /&gt;Im so lost in your love&lt;br /&gt;And oh, we belong together&lt;br /&gt;Wont you believe in my song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady, for so many years I thought Id never find you&lt;br /&gt;You have come into my life and made me whole&lt;br /&gt;Forever let me wake to see you each and every morning&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you whisper softly in my ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes I see no one else but you&lt;br /&gt;Theres no other love like our love&lt;br /&gt;And yes, oh yes, Ill always want you near me&lt;br /&gt;Ive waited for you for so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady, your loves the only love I need&lt;br /&gt;And beside me is where I want you to be&lt;br /&gt;cause, my love, theres somethin I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;Youre the love of my life, youre my lady!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111652055304181464?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111652055304181464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111652055304181464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/05/lady.html' title='lady'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111630986004745256</id><published>2005-05-16T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:04:20.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ast</title><content type='html'>Of all twelve signs, yours is the most famous for its willingness to do whatever it takes when someone you love needs you. An individual who fits just that description has been tossing hints your way for a while now, and you've been trying to find a happy medium between keeping their secret and enlisting others to come to your mutual aid. As usual, you can pull it off, but you may need to tell the parties you're pulling in a bit more than you'd like to. Trust your instincts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111630986004745256?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111630986004745256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111630986004745256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/05/ast.html' title='ast'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111533936677166021</id><published>2005-05-05T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T17:29:26.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>@ 1st we KICK..</title><content type='html'>In this life we are like stubborn horses put into harnesses and shafts. At first, we kick. We want to live according to our will. We break the shafts, snap the harness, do not go anywhere, and become exhausted. Finally when we are at the end and we are not thinking about getting our own way anymore, we give in to the Higher Will, and things move forward. This is when we find peace and happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111533936677166021?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111533936677166021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111533936677166021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/05/1st-we-kick.html' title='@ 1st we KICK..'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111412299867224946</id><published>2005-04-21T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T15:36:38.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>glimpse</title><content type='html'>The Sun: Your essence. Yourself.Character is destiny. By improving your personality you create good conditions for your future.&lt;br /&gt;    Sun in Scorpio: sheryl, you were born under the sign of Scorpio and your ruling planets are Mars and Pluto, which will endow you with great energy and make you invincible in every aspect.  You are intense, ardent, passionate and an extremist. You do not like indefinite or gray situations. You will live every moment of your life very intensely and your emotions will be deep and lasting. You can count on a very strong intuition that will allow you to perceive the results of any situation before it occurs, and it will also help you discover the lies told by people around you.  You are very noble and direct with your opinions. You are willing to offer yourself totally to the people you love and you require the same response to be happy. When you are deceived, you cut the person off completely and, many times, forever. You are not be able to keep still for long; the enormous amount of energy that you have will cause you to be in constant movement. You lose your patience easily and your explosions of anger are fearful. It is probable that during your lifetime you will suffer profound, absolute crises that will change your path totally, and on each occasion you will be reborn with more strength and tenacity..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111412299867224946?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111412299867224946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111412299867224946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/glimpse.html' title='glimpse'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111412264336985036</id><published>2005-04-21T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T15:38:35.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>draft</title><content type='html'>Hmm -- maybe, just maybe, it's time to get some things out on the table? There seems to be some intense stuff going on, yet neither of you is actually acknowledging it. This is especially true if you've been teaming up on any projects or plans; or maybe you've been waiting for the right time to share a secret. The good news is that, despite whatever agendas you're carefully keeping cloaked, the two of you are actually very receptive to each other now. No time like the present, right? &lt;em&gt;hm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111412264336985036?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111412264336985036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111412264336985036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/draft.html' title='draft'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111408315588706958</id><published>2005-04-21T04:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T04:38:11.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>y wont she?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/1024/photo_00821.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/320/photo_00821.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's taken my time&lt;br /&gt;Convinced me she's fine&lt;br /&gt;But when she leaves&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same&lt;br /&gt;She's playing her game&lt;br /&gt;And when she goes&lt;br /&gt;I feel to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why won't she say she needs me&lt;br /&gt;I know she's not as strong as she seem&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I see a cry for help&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I feel a cry for help&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I hear her cry for help&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wandered around&lt;br /&gt;The streets of this town&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find&lt;br /&gt;Sense in it all&lt;br /&gt;The rain on my face&lt;br /&gt;It covers the trace&lt;br /&gt;All of the tears&lt;br /&gt;I've had to waste&lt;br /&gt;Why must we hide emotions&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we ever break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;All that I need is to cry for help&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please hear me cry for help&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is cry for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No need to feel ashame&lt;br /&gt;Release the pain and&lt;br /&gt;Cry for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Why must we hide emotions&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we ever break down and cry&lt;br /&gt;All that I need is to cry for help&lt;br /&gt;I will be there when you cry for help&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I hear a cry for help&lt;br /&gt;All that I need is a cry for help&lt;br /&gt;Somebody please hear me cry for help&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is cry for help&lt;br /&gt;All that I need is to cry for help&lt;br /&gt;I will be there when you cry for help&lt;br /&gt;Is it so hard to cry for help&lt;br /&gt;Cry for help&lt;br /&gt;Is all I need&lt;br /&gt;All I need&lt;br /&gt;Is a cry for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No need to feel ashame&lt;br /&gt;Come and release the pain&lt;br /&gt;Now put your trust in me&lt;br /&gt;My love is gonna set you free&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a cry for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111408315588706958?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111408315588706958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111408315588706958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/y-wont-she.html' title='y wont she?'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111408258124981026</id><published>2005-04-21T04:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T04:37:37.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tearfree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/1024/907c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/320/907c2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never let you see&lt;br /&gt;The way my broken heart is hurting me&lt;br /&gt;I've got my pride and I know how to hide&lt;br /&gt;All the sorrow and pain&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I wait for cloudy skies&lt;br /&gt;You won't know the rain from the tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know that I still love you so&lt;br /&gt;Though the heart aches remain&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops falling from heaven&lt;br /&gt;They could never wash away my memories&lt;br /&gt;Since we're not together&lt;br /&gt;I look for stormy weather&lt;br /&gt;To hide these tears I hope you'll never see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday when my crying's done&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to wear a smile and walk in the sun&lt;br /&gt;I may be a fool, but till then darling you'll&lt;br /&gt;Never see me complaining&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know where to hide my eyes ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111408258124981026?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111408258124981026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111408258124981026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/tearfree.html' title='tearfree'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111398473510159314</id><published>2005-04-20T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T04:38:54.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/1024/9723891435430l1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/320/9723891435430l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;end .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111398473510159314?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111398473510159314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111398473510159314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/end.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111398271423463135</id><published>2005-04-20T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T00:38:34.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/Untitled-2.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:4px solid #660000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/400/Untitled-2.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111398271423463135?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111398271423463135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111398271423463135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/bm.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111396518709388400</id><published>2005-04-19T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T19:46:27.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;.. hard habit 2 break ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111396518709388400?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111396518709388400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111396518709388400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post_19.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111377178643321073</id><published>2005-04-17T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T14:07:41.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>d   --1 --</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/DSC03888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/DSC03888.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like we made it&lt;br /&gt;Look how far we've come now baby&lt;br /&gt;We mighta' took the long way&lt;br /&gt;We knew we'd get there someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They said&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I bet they'll never make it&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But just look at us holding on&lt;br /&gt;We're still together still going strong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one I run to&lt;br /&gt;The one that I belong to&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one I want for life&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one that I love&lt;br /&gt;The only one I dream of&lt;br /&gt;You're still the one I kiss good night&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothin better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;We beat the odds together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm glad we didn't listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Look at what we would be missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm so glad we made it&lt;br /&gt;Look how far we've come my baby &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111377178643321073?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111377178643321073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111377178643321073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/d-1.html' title='d   --1 --'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111376640782019302</id><published>2005-04-17T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T13:57:42.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hard 2 say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/DSC039091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: rgb(255,255,255) 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: rgb(255,255,255) 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(255,255,255) 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(255,255,255) 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/DSC039091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everybody needs a little time away, I heard her say, from each other.&lt;br /&gt;Even lovers need a holiday far away from each other.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now. its hard for me to say Im sorry. I just want you to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that weve been through, I will make it up to you. I promise to.&lt;br /&gt;And after all thats been said and done,&lt;br /&gt;Youre just the part of me I cant let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt stand to be kept away just for the day from your body.&lt;br /&gt;Wouldnt wanna be swept away, far away from the one that I love.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now. its hard for me to say Im sorry. I just want you to know.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now. I really want to tell you Im sorry. I could never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that weve been through, I will make it up to you. I promise to.&lt;br /&gt;And after all thats been said and done,&lt;br /&gt;Youre just the part of me I cant let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that weve been through, I will make it up to you. I promise to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"   &gt;Youre gonna be the lucky one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111376640782019302?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111376640782019302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111376640782019302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/hard-2-say.html' title='hard 2 say'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111362788414003663</id><published>2005-04-15T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T22:04:44.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>donkey</title><content type='html'>If emotions were the ocean, the two of you would be at high tide, with water, water everywhere and not a drop to drink. It's not necessarily a bad thing, however; these deep feelings, and the expression and exploration thereof, are the stuff of life -- and of true friendship. Some old issues can be resolved, and forgiving and forgetting is rarely easier than it is at the moment. Another bonus: Intuition is also flowing, letting you both perceive stuff you've only known on a subconscious level up 'til now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111362788414003663?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111362788414003663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111362788414003663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/donkey.html' title='donkey'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111358083783055940</id><published>2005-04-15T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T17:04:21.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wicked game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/DCP_81173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-TOP: #660000 4px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #660000 4px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #660000 4px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/DCP_81173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.&lt;br /&gt;It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;(This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;(This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt;With you. With you.&lt;br /&gt;(This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.&lt;br /&gt;What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.&lt;br /&gt;What a wicked thing to say, you never felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and,I don't want to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;(This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;(This world is only gonna break your heart)With you.&lt;br /&gt;The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.&lt;br /&gt;It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you.&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you no,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;(This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;(This world is only gonna break your heart)With you.&lt;br /&gt;With you. (This world is only gonna break your heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Nobody loves no one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111358083783055940?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111358083783055940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111358083783055940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/wicked-game_15.html' title='wicked game'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111377120240983045</id><published>2005-04-14T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T13:53:22.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>d SIGN</title><content type='html'>Shock! &lt;br /&gt;I got a new life&lt;br /&gt;You would hardly recognize me&lt;br /&gt;I’m so glad&lt;br /&gt;How can a person like me care for you&lt;br /&gt;Why do I bother&lt;br /&gt;When you’re not the one for me&lt;br /&gt;Its enough enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw the sign&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is demanding without understanding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw the sign&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one’s gonna drag you up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To get into the light where you belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where do you belong&lt;br /&gt;Under the pale moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For so many years I’ve wondered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can a person like you bring me joy&lt;br /&gt;Under the pale moon&lt;br /&gt;Where I see a lot of stars&lt;br /&gt;Is enough enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw the sign&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life is demanding without understanding&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw the sign&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one’s gonna drag you up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To get into the light where you belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where do you belong&lt;br /&gt;I saw the sign and it opened up my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I am happy now Living without you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve left you all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes I saw the sign &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one’s gonna drag you up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To get into the light where you belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw the sign and it opened up my eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i saw d sign.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111377120240983045?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111377120240983045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111377120240983045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/d-sign.html' title='d SIGN'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111345082528663660</id><published>2005-04-13T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T21:13:21.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...i haven't felt d way i feel 2day .. in so long its hard 4 me 2 specify..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... nice 2 kno' u.. gbye ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111345082528663660?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111345082528663660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111345082528663660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111312352441762607</id><published>2005-04-10T01:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T01:58:44.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>daily dig</title><content type='html'>Jesus never lived a life of fear, nor did he die complaining. He lived as a leader; he was crucified as a crusader; he died with a strength that frightened his killers and tormentors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111312352441762607?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111312352441762607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111312352441762607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/daily-dig.html' title='daily dig'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111312196945478920</id><published>2005-04-10T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T01:36:00.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>while LOOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/02/tgif.html"&gt;http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/02/tgif.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111312196945478920?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111312196945478920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111312196945478920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/while-loop.html' title='while LOOP'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111310579448402006</id><published>2005-04-09T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T21:34:19.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>blew it.. tsk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://skeetzoearena1.blogspot.com/2005/01/gitn-da-reeeeeeng.html"&gt;http://skeetzoearena1.blogspot.com/2005/01/gitn-da-reeeeeeng.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111310579448402006?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111310579448402006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111310579448402006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/blew-it.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111263706481307675</id><published>2005-04-04T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:35:18.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AVID READER  (LEARNIN D ROPES)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THINGS 2 DO:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOOK IN D MIRROR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (numero uno)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;CHECK GRAMMAR&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;BACK 2 SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;STUDY LESSONS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;BE UNIQUE. HAVE ORIGINALITY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;ENROLL - INTENSIVE ETIQUETTE TRAINING PROGRAM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;ANGER MANAGEMENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;LEARN/SHOW GOOD MANNERS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;LOOK BEHIND&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;LOOK FORWARD&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;strong&gt;ONE ON ONE TALK W/ D PSYCHIATRIST&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;strong&gt;ONE ON ONE TALK W/ D OB&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;ONE ON ONE TALK W/ D CONSOLIDATOR&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;SEEK COUNSEL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;GET HELP&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;CONSOLIDATE. PAY BILLS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;AIM 4 TREATMENT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REHABILITATE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;fin'ly..&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;strong&gt;ASK URSELF Y&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LMAOOOOOoooooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111263706481307675?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111263706481307675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111263706481307675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/avid-reader-learnin-d-ropes.html' title='AVID READER  (LEARNIN D ROPES)'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111259357580443351</id><published>2005-04-03T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:46:15.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ALL RIGHTS RESERVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://skeetzoearena1.blogspot.com/2004/12/c-2005-all-rights-reserved-skeetzoes.html"&gt;http://skeetzoearena1.blogspot.com/2004/12/c-2005-all-rights-reserved-skeetzoes.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; .. may not be copied or imitated in whole or in part... no graphic, text or image fr d website may be copied or retransmitted unless expressly permitted by d SKEETZOE ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111259357580443351?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111259357580443351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111259357580443351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/all-rights-reserved.html' title='ALL RIGHTS RESERVED'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111258999459385908</id><published>2005-04-03T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T21:46:34.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LMAOOOooooo</title><content type='html'>all rights reserved.... blogs copyrighted 2005 .... tsk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111258999459385908?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111258999459385908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111258999459385908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/lmaoooooooo.html' title='LMAOOOooooo'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111248145352823194</id><published>2005-04-02T14:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T14:37:33.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/1024/collage191.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/320/collage191.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;killin time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111248145352823194?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111248145352823194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111248145352823194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/killin-time.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111240059140125751</id><published>2005-04-01T16:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T18:43:01.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/1024/collage12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/320/collage12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gud ol chuck e. cheese days&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111240059140125751?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111240059140125751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111240059140125751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/gud-ol-chuck-e.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111240016871043535</id><published>2005-04-01T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T16:04:21.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/1024/DSC039171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/320/DSC039171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more acrobats&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111240016871043535?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111240016871043535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111240016871043535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/more-acrobats.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111237666749662738</id><published>2005-04-01T09:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T09:53:40.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flamin sword (march madness)</title><content type='html'>Leave it to you to have a 1st, 2nd and 3rd of the month like this one: nobody else quite knows how to have an intense, 'you know you want me and I know you want me' kind of couple of days the way you do. Don't say it's old hat either -- even you haven't had quite everything going exactly your way at such high velocity for quite a while. Buckle that seat belt and let it happen again as that crackling, seductive energy comes back (although in slightly milder form) the 5th and 6th. The 9th and 10th, &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;trust your instincts when they tell you to back off from someone who can't handle your special brand of smokin' mojo&lt;/span&gt;. The 13th or 14th, go to work even though you feel like you need some downtime -- it's the time to sign whatever it is you've been waiting to sign. Take a day off the 17th or 18th. The 21st, you could get just a tad big for your britches. Try to keep a lid on it, and if you just can't, well -- you'll deal just fine with the consequences on the 23rd or 24th. Then, the 28th, strap back in for &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;two more (!) days of 'whatever you want, whenever you want it.&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;em&gt;Wow&lt;/em&gt;. Some way to kick off the spring, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the month kicks off, you might feel like you're a special guest at Emotional Roller Coaster Land, that internal theme park devoted to the ups-and-downs of the soul! The 1st through the 4th, you're on the 'All About Me, Me, Me!' ride! You've bought your 'I want it all' ticket! You've given it to the ticket taker! You're strapped in! You can't back out! You're taking the plunge! Ahhhhhh! The 7th through the 10th, you're riding around in those giant rotating teacups -- it's the feel-good, think deep 'Your Cup o' Tea' ride, where everything makes sense! Then on the 14th and 15th, you're on the brand-new 'Rat in a Maze' coaster -- you thought you'd already gotten off this particular 'up and down 'til your tummy hurts' ride! Not yet. Whoa, with a first two weeks like this, how are you going to conserve enough energy for the rest of the month? The 18th and 19th, rest up (&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;but if somebody flirts with you on the 22nd while you're in line for your next ride, flirt back&lt;/span&gt;!). From the 24th through the 25th, stay away from theme parks, and the &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;29th &lt;/span&gt;through the month's end will be a real treat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111237666749662738?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111237666749662738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111237666749662738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/04/flamin-sword-march-madness.html' title='flamin sword (march madness)'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111249712424040174</id><published>2005-03-31T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T19:00:51.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/1024/DSC039591.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/320/DSC039591.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111249712424040174?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111249712424040174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111249712424040174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/ready.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111232787911999074</id><published>2005-03-31T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T09:14:34.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/1024/Great%20America%20072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/320/Great%20America%20072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jun-o .. d grudge! ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111232787911999074?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111232787911999074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111232787911999074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/jun-o.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111232733095410577</id><published>2005-03-31T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T19:51:46.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/1024/Great%20America%20067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/320/Great%20America%20067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acrobats ...tehee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111232733095410577?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111232733095410577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111232733095410577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/acrobats.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111232707550322154</id><published>2005-03-31T19:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T09:16:18.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>takin d plunge..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/1024/DSC03943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/320/DSC03943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lezgo mah luv!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111232707550322154?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111232707550322154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111232707550322154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/takin-d-plunge.html' title='takin d plunge..'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111230393785868888</id><published>2005-03-31T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T13:18:57.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rover, wanderer, nomad..vagabond...</title><content type='html'>You have the key. You know the secret code. Nothing gets by without your signature...&lt;br /&gt;The future's in your hands -- try to be careful so you don't drop it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111230393785868888?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111230393785868888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111230393785868888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/rover-wanderer-nomadvagabond.html' title='rover, wanderer, nomad..vagabond...'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111222773623814396</id><published>2005-03-30T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T16:08:56.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fr here..</title><content type='html'>perfect angle! tnx. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111222773623814396?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111222773623814396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111222773623814396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/fr-here.html' title='fr here..'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111218051161248548</id><published>2005-03-30T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T13:06:42.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF EVER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/collage5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/collage5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever there will come a time&lt;br /&gt;that youll knock on my door,&lt;br /&gt;Ill open it without hesitation&lt;br /&gt;and Ill let you come in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever there will be a second chance&lt;br /&gt;Ill let you feel the love I failed to show.&lt;br /&gt;I will call you more often than everyday.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if you sleep well&lt;br /&gt;Or if you eat well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you ever you feel Im cold, Ill be sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;Ill care for you. Ill keep you warm.&lt;br /&gt;Ill kiss you, Ill hug you.&lt;br /&gt;And Ill never let you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever youll say I love you&lt;br /&gt;Ill never hesitate to answer I love you too.&lt;br /&gt;Ill say it not just once, twice or thrice but&lt;br /&gt;A hundred times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever youll hold my hands&lt;br /&gt;Ill hold yours tight. Ill hold it firm until&lt;br /&gt;You feel that I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever you feel that were apart,&lt;br /&gt;Ill make a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;Ill open lines of communication&lt;br /&gt;To be always near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever you feel so alone,&lt;br /&gt;Ill be there for you Ill reach 4you.&lt;br /&gt;We will be two bodies with one heart&lt;br /&gt;With one soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever we talk and you ask me how I feel?&lt;br /&gt;I wont say nothingIll tell you everything.&lt;br /&gt;Ill tell you my anger.&lt;br /&gt;That I am hurt and I cried a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever there will be silence,&lt;br /&gt;Ill break it by singing you a song&lt;br /&gt;A song that will help you realize that I am true&lt;br /&gt;That I really love you&lt;br /&gt;And I missed you a lot when you leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever youll ask me where to go&lt;br /&gt;Ill tell you to bring me to a place&lt;br /&gt;Where there is silence&lt;br /&gt;Where we can talk a lot about ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;And see the rising and setting of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever well see each other again&lt;br /&gt;Ill let you look into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see the tears falling&lt;br /&gt;Ill let you feel that you hurt me&lt;br /&gt;And losing you is so painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever well love each other again,&lt;br /&gt;And feel doubt about me,,,&lt;br /&gt;Ill saytrust me&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if ever youll grant me this second time&lt;br /&gt;I will love you more than before&lt;br /&gt;More than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;More than myself!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111218051161248548?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111218051161248548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111218051161248548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/if-ever.html' title='IF EVER'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111217904769369890</id><published>2005-03-30T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T02:40:36.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BREAKTHROUGH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;...completely relieved fr depression.. feelin great. happy. inside out... wow! ..now reached point 2 fulfill great tasks in life that always wanted 2... .. problems completely solved.. was difficult. but learned a valuable lesson. ...as strong n will-powered as been.. so ready 2 deal n take evrythn life has 2 offer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;piece of advice: .. take initiative 2 solve probs.. n be truly grateful in wondrful things...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;.... thanks 4 real :) &lt;em&gt;*hugs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aaw pink ;P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111217904769369890?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111217904769369890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111217904769369890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/breakthrough.html' title='BREAKTHROUGH...'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111213689433034313</id><published>2005-03-29T14:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T14:40:42.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oooo MONEY! MONEY! MONEY!</title><content type='html'>"&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUH-LEEEASE! help me help u&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" .... nyardeeharr!!!&lt;br /&gt;- jerry maguire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: &lt;em&gt;If you ever want me to be with another woman for you, I would do it. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery&lt;em&gt;: It's all about you, isn't it? Soothe ME! Save ME! Love ME! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Avery: DONT .. EVER .. STOP .. FUCKIN .. ME .. NEVER ... BETTER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Sugar: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Could you get past yourself for a second? Jesus! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob Sugar: &lt;em&gt;It's not show friends, it's show business.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie Hunt as Laurel Boyd&lt;em&gt;: Don't cry at the beginning of a date -- cry at the end, like I do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy Guy: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's how you become great man. Hang your balls out there. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicky Fox: I LOVE getting up in the morning. I clap my hands and say 'This is going to be a great day!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicky Fox: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roll with the punches. Tomorrow is another day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dicky Fox:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; The key to this business is personal relationships.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy:&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I love him for the..for the man he wants to be and I love him for the man he almost is!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; tehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy: &lt;strong&gt;No, I have to go in...I live here. *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;chuckles&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorothy&lt;em&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;I've got this great guy and he loves my kid. And he sure does like me a lot. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dorothy: Sometimes, I can't tell at all what's going on in that head of yours. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dorothy: Shut up, just shut up. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You had me at hello&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerry O'Connell as Frank Cushman: &lt;em&gt;You know I don't do contracts. &lt;strong&gt;But what you do have is my word&lt;/strong&gt;. And it's stronger than oak. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerry: I will not rest until I have you holding a coke, wearing your own shoe, playing a Sega game featuring you, while singing your own song in a new commercial starring you, broadcast during a super bowl game you are winning. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerry: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you think about what you did back there&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;don't....&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't panic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rod: It's a very personal, very important thing. Hell...its our family motto. &lt;em&gt;Are you ready Jerry?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerry: &lt;em&gt;I'm ready. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rod:Just want to make sure you're ready, brother. Cuz here it is.....show me the money! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerry: &lt;em&gt;I had lost the ability to bullshit.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerry: &lt;strong&gt;I love you. You complete me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerry: I'm glad we had this talk. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerry: &lt;strong&gt;I'm going to make this decision easy for you, okay? Just what does your heart tell you?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerry:&lt;em&gt; I'm not going to let you get rid of me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerry: That, ah, lone thing...is not my specialty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerry: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This moment will the moment of something real and fun and inspiring in this god forsaken business and we will do it together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerry: Well, don't worry, don't' worry. I'm not going to do what you all think I'm going to do, which is FLIP OUT! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerry: Yes, jump right into my nightmare, the water is warm. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerry: Yeah, w-what can I do for you, Rod? You just tell me what can I do for you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jerry: You know, I don't think we need to do the thing where we tell each other EVERYTHING. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Laurel: &lt;em&gt;I'm losing the only person who listens to me, and you only listen to me partially. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marcee: &lt;strong&gt;You have to tell me something! I cannot stay calm, I am freakin here! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Marcie: This is humiliating, I'm pregnant, and I'm incapable of bullshit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rod: &lt;strong&gt;I am a valuable commodity. I go across the middle. I see a dude coming at me...trying to kill me! I say 'Get killed...catch the ball' Boo-yah! Touchdown! I make miracles happen!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rod: I hear that you hear what I'm saying...but &lt;em&gt;do you truly hear what I'm saying? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rod: See, that's the difference between us. You think we're fightin', and I think we're finally talkin'! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rod: &lt;em&gt;I love black people!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerry: I LOVE BLACK PEOPLE! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rod: This is some bullshit!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rod: &lt;strong&gt;"I'm all heart mutherfucker!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111213689433034313?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111213689433034313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111213689433034313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/oooo-money-money-money.html' title='oooo MONEY! MONEY! MONEY!'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111212980003370220</id><published>2005-03-29T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:56:40.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/DSC0371612.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/DSC0371612.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoonage!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111212980003370220?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212980003370220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212980003370220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/spoonage_111212980003370220.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111212914459079902</id><published>2005-03-29T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:45:44.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/DSC03610.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/DSC03610.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoonage heh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111212914459079902?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212914459079902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212914459079902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/spoonage-heh.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111212873062629881</id><published>2005-03-29T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:38:50.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/B1.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/B1.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;d gambler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111212873062629881?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212873062629881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212873062629881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/d-gambler.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111212847260287409</id><published>2005-03-29T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:34:32.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/DSC00460.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/DSC00460.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cash out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111212847260287409?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212847260287409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212847260287409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/cash-out.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111212814425583098</id><published>2005-03-29T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:29:04.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/DSC00458.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/DSC00458.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoonage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111212814425583098?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212814425583098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212814425583098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/spoonage_111212814425583098.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111212761567271243</id><published>2005-03-29T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:20:15.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/DSC00466.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/DSC00466.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;roger that! standin by... tehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111212761567271243?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212761567271243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212761567271243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/roger-that-standin-by.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111212741068334872</id><published>2005-03-29T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:16:50.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/DSC005372.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/DSC005372.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoonage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111212741068334872?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212741068334872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212741068334872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/spoonage_111212741068334872.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111212729626228191</id><published>2005-03-29T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:14:56.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/DSC00523.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/DSC00523.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoonage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111212729626228191?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212729626228191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212729626228191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/spoonage_29.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111212676730622428</id><published>2005-03-29T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:06:07.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>avid reader....LMAOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>... stay tuned ... &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;rofl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111212676730622428?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212676730622428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212676730622428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/avid-readerlmaoooooo.html' title='avid reader....LMAOOOOOO'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111212637327988216</id><published>2005-03-29T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T12:03:18.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>trio in a sack? :P</title><content type='html'>hows abt 4? nyahahahha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111212637327988216?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212637327988216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111212637327988216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/trio-in-sack-p.html' title='trio in a sack? :P'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111209103026457784</id><published>2005-03-29T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T02:10:30.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/DSC038842.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/DSC038842.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoonage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111209103026457784?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111209103026457784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111209103026457784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/spoonage.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111209071938301233</id><published>2005-03-29T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T02:05:19.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flamin sword</title><content type='html'>Quickie:&lt;br /&gt;No one can make good choices all the time. The point is to learn from your mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview:&lt;br /&gt;That coworker who's been sidling around, grinning and making up excuses to talk with you? It's not your imagination. So if you're not interested, don't lead them to believe that you are. They're taking this flirtation quite seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extended:&lt;br /&gt;It's all about impulse. And intensity. And passion. So no matter what it is or when it strikes your fancy, if you want it, you'll go after it -- and you'll get it, too. You know how you get when you're even remotely interested in something - or someone? Well, at the moment, you're not just interested, you're focused. Maybe even a little too focused. How about distracting yourself? Take a friend to dinner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111209071938301233?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111209071938301233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111209071938301233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/flamin-sword_29.html' title='flamin sword'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111204549561020572</id><published>2005-03-28T13:15:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T13:46:57.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FAMOUS LINES from INFAMOUS PPL</title><content type='html'>" &lt;em&gt;but i offered&lt;/em&gt;.." **&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;im not lyin&lt;/em&gt;..." *&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;gave u d fukin wheel n let u fukin steer&lt;/em&gt;..." 5 stars LMAO&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;u kno' d reason y&lt;/em&gt;..." 0 *s&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;u luv pain.. such a masochist&lt;/em&gt;" ...***** :P&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;sadist!...&lt;/em&gt;" then again .. 5 *s&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;why?&lt;/em&gt; ... " LMAO! ZERO *s&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;ey&lt;/em&gt;! ..." *****s :D&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;fukinfag&lt;/em&gt;!.." *****&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;fukincwrd&lt;/em&gt;.. " *****&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;gimme back.. its mine&lt;/em&gt;.." 0*s&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;u dont deserve this&lt;/em&gt;... " 5*s&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;kneel n say ur sorry&lt;/em&gt;..." LMAO &lt;br /&gt;" &lt;em&gt;y wait when u can do it now&lt;/em&gt;?.." 5*s&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111204549561020572?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111204549561020572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111204549561020572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/famous-lines-from-infamous-ppl.html' title='FAMOUS LINES from INFAMOUS PPL'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111204448707265013</id><published>2005-03-28T13:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T13:39:37.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ey that mah shurt?&lt;/em&gt; nyahahahaha!    &lt;em&gt;uh.. take it off?&lt;/em&gt; .... &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;!!!   LMAOOOOO!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111204448707265013?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111204448707265013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111204448707265013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/ey-that-mah-shurt-nyahahahaha-uh.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111195058423066599</id><published>2005-03-27T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T11:09:44.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flamin sword</title><content type='html'>Quickie:&lt;br /&gt;This problem isn't yours to solve. But that's no reason to sit idly by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview:&lt;br /&gt;One more day of keeping the cat in the bag won't hurt. You'll be busy tomorrow, with far more important things -- career-wise, at least -- to keep your detective-like mind busy. Occupy it until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily extended:&lt;br /&gt;You've kept quiet for days now. You've even refused to discuss the situation under all but the most private of circumstances. Since you've come this far, another day should technically be a piece of cake, right? Right. Unless you see someone you love -- someone you're used to sharing absolutely everything with. In that case, you'd better distract yourself. Either that, or just tell them, immediately, and swear them to silence. &lt;em&gt;nyahahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111195058423066599?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111195058423066599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111195058423066599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/flamin-sword_27.html' title='flamin sword'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111195041348932202</id><published>2005-03-26T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T11:06:53.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flamin sword</title><content type='html'>Quickie:&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what tomorrow will bring? Not you, that's for sure. So stop worrying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview:&lt;br /&gt;It's not that you don't want to be seen with them, but it might not be time to take this show on the road. If someone might be hurt, keep quiet. Wait. &lt;em&gt;Let the responsible person break the news.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extended:&lt;br /&gt;That feeling you've had recently? That this might not be the very best moment to let the world know about you two? &lt;em&gt;As usual, you're right&lt;/em&gt; -- and while it may not be easy to continue keeping quiet, you should do everything you can to convince the other person concerned that it's your best bet. Hey, you know the expression about how anything good is worth waiting for? Sit tight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111195041348932202?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111195041348932202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111195041348932202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/flamin-sword_26.html' title='flamin sword'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111176780611725022</id><published>2005-03-25T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T08:25:46.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, you big bad ball of irresistible romantic energy, you, you sure do know how to start a month off, don't you? On the 1st and 2nd, if all the people around you were moths, you'd be a flame. On the 4th and 5th, if there was an entry in the encyclopedia under 'sizzling!', it'd have your name. Your picture, too! Who's the lucky recipient, the 8th and 9th, of 'the gift called you' anyhow? Come the 12th, the high you were on at the month's start could turn tricky (it's the old problem of 'too much of a good thing' with your romantic prowess sometimes). Are you sure about this potential partner you've picked? Can you trust them? Do you even want to? Trust your instincts on the 16th. After some difficult waters the 18th, you're back in the fast lane of love the 19th through the 24th. You are so darn good at getting folks to fall for you! Just be sure the 26th that they haven't fallen too hard or too fast and bruised (or broken!) themselves. Play fair, and you'll end this month on a high note. ... &lt;em&gt;intrstin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd and 3rd, you're expressing a few thoughts that have been percolating on the hot plate of your soul for a while now. Serve up what you've been brewing in your subconscious on the 5th and 6th to the folks around the campsite in little paper cups with some sugar to make it go down easier, and you're almost sure to be a hit. That is, everybody wants to know what you've been thinking. All this express-and-expose action could leave you feeling a little vulnerable -- especially if you've been talking (and you have) about love and its myriad complications -- the 9th and 10th. Hang in there -- like everybody who puts in the hard work of trying to understand what this whole 'love' thing is, you're in for a nice shiny emotional treat, come the 14th. Is it an extra twinkle in a very special eye? Is it a kiss? Keep your eyes peeled for even more love-related revelations from the 17th to the 21st. The 25th and 26th are your days to shine -- your beginning-of-the-month openness is going to yield some extra-strength romancing. And at the end of the month, maybe something more!  ... &lt;em&gt;hm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111176780611725022?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111176780611725022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111176780611725022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/oh-you-big-bad-ball-of-irresistible.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111176664744650667</id><published>2005-03-25T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T08:05:24.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flamin sword</title><content type='html'>Quickie:&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if you're not up on the latest trend? You know what's important to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secrets are your forte, and you're an expert at keeping them&lt;/strong&gt;. That's going to come in handy now, especially once someone starts questioning you and fishing around for answers. Mum's the word. &lt;em&gt;lolz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extended:&lt;br /&gt;You just love peace, quiet and quality time alone with your dearest dears. Today, you'll whittle down that small and discriminating guest list even further, until it only accommodates a party of two -- which will suit you just right. The good news is that it's Friday -- finally -- so you two can legitimately retreat from the rest of the world without fear of being 'found.' Enjoy every minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weekly thingie:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Exercise a tiny bit of restraint in your amorous affairs at the beginning of the week. Not every thought needs to be spoken, and not every desire needs to be acted upon -- give it some time to sweeten and deepen (you'll be glad you did). Wednesday and Thursday are excellent days for doing romantic good deeds and gathering some interesting information.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;This weekend, you don't really want to decide -- and you don't really have to.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Tell anyone who's pressuring you where to go, and give yourself plenty of time to think (and listen to your heart).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111176664744650667?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111176664744650667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111176664744650667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/flamin-sword_25.html' title='flamin sword'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111172298286128455</id><published>2005-03-24T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T21:07:17.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rip off..:P (bigtym!)</title><content type='html'>...lookin back @ me i see that i nevah really got it right.. i nevah stop 2 think of u.. im always wrapped up in thangs i cannot win... u r d antidote that gets me by, sumptin strong like a drug that gets me high...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wut i really meant 2 say.. is im sorry 4 d way that i am.. i nevah meant 2 b a.... &lt;em&gt;plagiarizer&lt;/em&gt;!.... &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;LMAO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111172298286128455?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111172298286128455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111172298286128455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/rip-offp-bigtym.html' title='rip off..:P (bigtym!)'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111167513564412838</id><published>2005-03-24T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T06:42:10.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flamin sword</title><content type='html'>Overview: Friendships are important to us all, and at some times they're even more important than at others. In your case, your dear ones are about to prove to you just how valuable they are -- and how much they care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily extended&lt;br /&gt;Someone you've been close to for years has just done something wonderful for you, but you may not know about it for quite some time. Since you're as perceptive as anyone could possibly be, however, you'll have an inkling -- which gives you the perfect opportunity to leave a thoughtful surprise gift on at their desk, or to return the favor from behind the scenes in any other way you can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;point is:&lt;br /&gt;If you really want something, figure out how to frame the question before you ask.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111167513564412838?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111167513564412838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111167513564412838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/flamin-sword_24.html' title='flamin sword'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111162912613113426</id><published>2005-03-23T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T17:54:16.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>family affair!... um mean real family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/DSC03624.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/DSC03624.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cropped... lolz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111162912613113426?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111162912613113426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111162912613113426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/family-affair-um-mean-real-family.html' title='family affair!... um mean real family'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111162674526920986</id><published>2005-03-23T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T17:12:25.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cowbells, inc (bubble!)</title><content type='html'>Quickie:&lt;br /&gt;The past is a comfortable place to be. But that doesn't mean you should live there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overview:&lt;br /&gt;The last thing on earth you'd ever expect is exactly what's coming. Don't waste time wondering what that might be. Just ditch plan A and get a good head start on plans B and C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily extended:&lt;br /&gt;If anyone can deal with tough times, it's you. So when a dear one mentions a last-minute problem that's really got them floored, you'll do for them what you'd do for yourself under similar circumstances: You'll help them come up with possible solutions, and remind them that the unexpected detour around an obstacle often turns out to be better than the original path itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111162674526920986?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111162674526920986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111162674526920986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/cowbells-inc-bubble.html' title='cowbells, inc (bubble!)'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111161533072713905</id><published>2005-03-23T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T14:02:10.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hate 2 say this ...</title><content type='html'>... but u r d chosen 1 .... *wink .. hope that ans  ur ? .. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111161533072713905?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111161533072713905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111161533072713905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/hate-2-say-this.html' title='hate 2 say this ...'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111157930375783793</id><published>2005-03-23T03:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T04:01:43.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lol, rollin on d floor laughin, LMAOoooo</title><content type='html'>attack of d APES...  head count!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111157930375783793?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111157930375783793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111157930375783793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/lol-rollin-on-d-floor-laughin-lmaooooo.html' title='lol, rollin on d floor laughin, LMAOoooo'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111151087520771466</id><published>2005-03-22T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T09:01:15.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cowbells, inc  (substantiation)</title><content type='html'>quickie&lt;br /&gt;Be on the lookout for unintended side effects. Consider all possible ramifications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overview&lt;br /&gt;A coworker you've been exchanging glances with for some time is doing their best to work up their nerve to approach you -- in the hopes of making a date. If you're interested, make it easy for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extended&lt;br /&gt;Approaching you isn't easy, even for the bravest of souls. So the person who's currently interested may be having a rather difficult time making the transition from secret admirer to hopeful, charming suitor. You know exactly who this is, so if you're interested, let them know you're available -- and when. And what kind of food you like. If you're not, give them a break. Start chatting about an imaginary sweetheart when they're in the vicinity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111151087520771466?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111151087520771466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111151087520771466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/cowbells-inc-substantiation.html' title='cowbells, inc  (substantiation)'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111145489795546237</id><published>2005-03-21T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T17:28:17.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its all abt d stars bebe!!   ..teehee</title><content type='html'>.... d one&lt;br /&gt;... d two&lt;br /&gt;.. d three&lt;br /&gt;. d four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;choose ur own adventure ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hint : oh yahnaaaw! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111145489795546237?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111145489795546237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111145489795546237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-all-abt-d-stars-bebe-teehee.html' title='its all abt d stars bebe!!   ..teehee'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111142307775684747</id><published>2005-03-21T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T08:37:57.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flash!</title><content type='html'>...loonateef ..lmao... need i say mo'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111142307775684747?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111142307775684747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111142307775684747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/flash_21.html' title='flash!'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111149018006759510</id><published>2005-03-21T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T03:16:20.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flamin sword</title><content type='html'>Everyone knows how fond you are of your behind-the-scenes work. You operate best when you're quite literally pulling the strings from the wings. But right about now, you may be asked to take center stage -- which, obviously, can't be done from behind a curtain. So don't fight it. It's your turn to shine, that's all. You're the star of your own show. Revel in it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111149018006759510?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111149018006759510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111149018006759510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/flamin-sword_21.html' title='flamin sword'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111120193563169144</id><published>2005-03-18T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T19:12:15.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flamin sword</title><content type='html'>This is tempting. But what if it doesn't turn out the way you want it to? In general, taking risks is a good thing. But this might be the kind of risk that just isn't worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111120193563169144?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111120193563169144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111120193563169144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/flamin-sword.html' title='flamin sword'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111120202646576355</id><published>2005-03-17T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T19:14:34.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flamin sword</title><content type='html'>You are a sly one. But it's not like you're doing anything wrong. You are just spectacularly confident and spectacularly lucky. People are always eager to do you favors&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111120202646576355?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111120202646576355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111120202646576355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/flamin-sword_17.html' title='flamin sword'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111096784517102368</id><published>2005-03-16T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T02:10:45.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>givin ..fr d heart</title><content type='html'>Sometimes we are unable or unwilling to forgive ourselves. Even the best psychoanalysis, the most earnest confession of guilt, may not be enough to assure us of lasting relief or healing. But the power of forgiveness still exists and it can work wonders even when we are sure that we have neither earned nor deserved it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111096784517102368?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111096784517102368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111096784517102368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/givin-fr-d-heart.html' title='givin ..fr d heart'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111095019235812142</id><published>2005-03-15T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T21:16:32.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flash</title><content type='html'>...ikno's its hard 2 keep an open heart when even friends seem out 2 harm u but if u could heal a broken heart wouldnt time b out 2 charm u..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111095019235812142?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111095019235812142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111095019235812142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/flash.html' title='flash'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111074518219690073</id><published>2005-03-13T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T12:37:50.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BALLS..balls...balls..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/DSC037102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/DSC037102.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quickie:&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to know your next five moves. Figure it out as you go along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extended:&lt;br /&gt;You may have super-human abilities when it comes to focusing on the task at hand, but you also know when it's time to quit. So after days of pounding away at a project, it's finally done. You may be tired, but you're ready to move on and concentrate on an entirely different subject: the person who's been impatiently waiting for you to finish this latest venture and find some time for them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overview:&lt;br /&gt;Bright and early, after days of thinking about nothing but what has to be done and when it has to be completed, you're suddenly thinking about fun -- and one particular person to have fun with. It's Sunday. Enjoy it. Guiltlessly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNAKE: lolz&lt;br /&gt;Your present irritability is not due to your emotions but to a dysfunction of your elimination system. This day is marked with sheer luck, so play at some money game. Beware of your credulity, which might create havoc in your work. You'll find rest and peace within your family. Your romantic life will undoubtedly be bright, and you'll give it all it deserves: flowers, music, softened lights! You and your mate will be happy and precisely in tune with each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D POINT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're going to face some antagonism today. This is a setback, but it's minor. You are adaptable and strong. Someone else may be meddling with you, but you'll find a way to get around them&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111074518219690073?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111074518219690073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111074518219690073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/ballsballsballs.html' title='BALLS..balls...balls..'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111057075674868123</id><published>2005-03-11T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T11:59:53.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reveal ur subconscious mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/sexuality_s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/sexuality_s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl, your subconscious mind is driven most by Sexuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;payment.jsp&gt;&lt;payment.jsp&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is a sexy place for you  your erotic self leads the way. Whether this is because you're presently in a great physical relationship or simply want one, you are much more aware of the sexual undertones in situations than most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This heightened focus, coupled with your vivid imagination, can make you more likely to have original  at times risqué  interpretations of things that other people might see as innocuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheryl, your subconscious mind is driven most by Sexuality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;payment.jsp&gt;&lt;payment.jsp&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your subconscious is telling you that you are very much alive, and have a great deal of passion to bring to life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111057075674868123?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111057075674868123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111057075674868123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/reveal-ur-subconscious-mind.html' title='reveal ur subconscious mind'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111057032025920966</id><published>2005-03-11T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T11:45:20.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/scorpio_s.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #FFFFFF; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/scorpio_s.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zodiac Match Test &lt;br /&gt;Date The Right Sign For Your Personality &lt;br /&gt;Sheryl, the best Zodiac Match for your personality is Scorpio &lt;br /&gt; &lt;payment.jsp&gt; &lt;payment.jsp&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorpio, the Scorpion (October 24 to November 22): This powerful and passionate partner is just your type. Initially, a Scorpio may catch your eye with their confidence and determination. But as you get to know them, you're even more likely to be drawn to the firmness of your Scorpio's convictions and the strength of their desires. People born under this sign often have magnetic personalities. They're also usually able to communicate with a great intensity of emotion. Be aware, because of Scorpios' strong, passionate natures, they sometimes have a tendency to become jealous or critical. However, a Scorpio's love can also be exceptional in its depth and potency. In the bedroom, you'll likely find the Scorpion to have a high libido that keeps them sexually charged. In general, Scorpios are people who feel deeply and react strongly to their emotional perception of the world around them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Scorpio is your strongest Zodiac Match, your responses indicate there are a number of other astrological signs that you're highly compatible with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111057032025920966?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111057032025920966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111057032025920966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/zodiac-match-test-date-rig_111057032025920966.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111049696572525032</id><published>2005-03-10T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T01:26:03.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Sample The Real You Reading  for sheryl</title><content type='html'>Chapter 1: The Sun - Your Ego Structure SUN IN SCORPIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Control is the main ingredient in life for you. You are strong-willed, thorough, passionate and powerful. You are courageous and completely willing to go it alone when necessary. You tend to have a rather serious outlook on life, always probing, looking for the depths. Your life becomes more meaningful when you learn to be truly forgiving, when you control your sexual nature without repressing it. Strive to overcome envy, jealousy and possessiveness. Your intense, all or nothing attitude is very useful under some circumstances but all of life is not a battlefield. You turn that force to a high channel at some time in life and the search for meaning becomes a spiritual quest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERCURY IN SCORPIO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mind is penetrating and critical. Avoid being too secretive and you will learn more. Your manner of expression is diplomatic but doesn't truly reflect the peevish probing that is always going on. You are a shrewd negotiator who expresses even controversial ideas in a rather positive manner. Your ideas are predetermined but you are smart enough to know that people don't usually respond favorably to you if they suspect this. You are in your own depths and keep your own counsel. Your life is smoother when you learn to relax, enjoy life, and adjust to changes going on around you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111049696572525032?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111049696572525032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111049696572525032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/free-sample-real-you-reading-for.html' title='Free Sample The Real You Reading  for sheryl'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111045047635016808</id><published>2005-03-10T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T02:27:56.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>could ur weakness be a strength?</title><content type='html'>We are called to be fruitful - not successful, not productive, not accomplished. Success comes from strength, stress, and human effort. Fruitfulness comes from vulnerability and the admission of our own weakness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111045047635016808?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111045047635016808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111045047635016808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/could-ur-weakness-be-strength.html' title='could ur weakness be a strength?'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111044928494089064</id><published>2005-03-10T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T15:23:45.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gimme mah keys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tsk!sigh!poorgoodsamaritanshortlived&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a very special person with a wealth of talent, personality and potential. Here is someone who cares about people, apparently not afraid to mingle with those from all walks of life, and one who doesnt seem to back away from challenges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a caring, loyal type who is a very capable leader, one who is not afraid to take the bull by the horn and stand in front. Sometimes self-doubt creeps into their mind, and these are the times that success and victory come hard. It would appear that once this person has the mindset to take on a particular task or challenge, nothing can stop them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see determination in spades and a will to do whatever it takes to achieve set goals. There is also a bit of the wanderer here, and it is possible for this type of personality to jump from one thing to another before settling down. Unless there is interest and challenge here, I see them getting bored rather easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see sensuality, a feeling that the opposite sex should do their bidding. I also sense they can be aloof and a bit of a selfish lover. However, its obvious we have a sexual being here, and this person is definitely a turn on when they are in the driver's seat. Confidence, yes. But this type of individual is almost divided into two very distinct personalities. The first is confident, self-assured, reasonably happy with numerous god-given gifts. The second is someone who knows they are gifted but who tends to drift a bit, relying on their talents without using their abilities to the fullest. Sometimes this person can be extremely frustrating to those closest to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see mood swings when feeling sorry for themselves, but overall we have a very pleasant, appealing personality here. I see a person who is responsible, with unlimited potential in both business, romantic and family matters. This is definitely someone you can count on as long as they care about you. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i thought so...neweiz.. farewell. uh period?! u wish!&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/10765748-111044928494089064?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111044928494089064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111044928494089064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/gimme-mah-keys.html' title='gimme mah keys...'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111044823977343357</id><published>2005-03-10T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T01:49:45.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>karma reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/collage7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/collage7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = javascript /&gt;&lt;javascript:popwind('http: width="447,height=375,left=50,top=50')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1: Nodes of the Moon (Your Karmic Doorways) North Node of the Moon in Libra Personal advancement and gain were important to you in prior lifetimes. Your sense of self-importance was exaggerated, sheryl ann, and you may have used your physical attractiveness to gain undue advantage. Find out more with your full-length reading... &lt;http: conv="500,aU0FNn*Wpp}utp0EW}QqYTI}1}9}L}1lfV7(kWptnW:*PUtntuutp0a*}_L}LQL79999}LYrTC99}_IQ99}QS9I&amp;LOOK="&gt;The drive and competition you have exhibited in past lives is still evident today. This time around you need to learn to work with others as opposed to your former "lone wolf" style. Find out more with your full-length reading... &lt;http: conv="500,aU0FNn*Wpp}utp0EW}QqYTI}1}9}L}1lfV7(kWptnW:*PUtntuutp0a*}_L}LQL79999}LYrTC99}_IQ99}QS9I&amp;amp;LOOK="&gt;You have probably spent past lives as a soldier, explorer, pioneer or inventor. Find out more with your full-length reading... &lt;http: conv="500,aU0FNn*Wpp}utp0EW}QqYTI}1}9}L}1lfV7(kWptnW:*PUtntuutp0a*}_L}LQL79999}LYrTC99}_IQ99}QS9I&amp;LOOK="&gt;In this life, sheryl ann, you have many strong likes and dislikes and you are not afraid to let people know what they are. You can be envious of the advantages others have, thus making you bitter about your own lot in life. Find out more with your full-length reading... &lt;http: conv="500,aU0FNn*Wpp}utp0EW}QqYTI}1}9}L}1lfV7(kWptnW:*PUtntuutp0a*}_L}LQL79999}LYrTC99}_IQ99}QS9I&amp;amp;LOOK="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/javascript:popwind('http:&gt;&lt;javascript:popwind('http: width="447,height=375,left=50,top=50')"&gt;&lt;/javascript:popwind('http:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111044823977343357?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111044823977343357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111044823977343357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/karma-reading.html' title='karma reading'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111044718660064325</id><published>2005-03-10T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T01:23:46.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/640/collage22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/19/3183/200/collage22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = javascript /&gt;&lt;javascript:popwind('http: width="447,height=375,left=50,top=50')"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter 1: sheryl ann's astrological profile Sun in Scorpio When sheryl ann was born, the Sun was in the Sign Scorpio, the Psychoanalyst. For sheryl ann, relating is a matter of primary importance, to be conducted with gut-wrenching intensity. Forget about merely getting under the partner's wants to go bone-deep. Soul-deep, and she needs to be known just as profoundly in turn. At best, sheryl ann offers probing honesty and an astonishing capacity for tenderness. At worst, life with her can resemble living with a cross between a laser beam and a can opener, neither of which will take "no" for an answer. sheryl ann should learn to ask for no more self-revelation than she will give, and allow the partner to open up at his or her own pace. That accomplished, sheryl ann's capacity for a bond of incredible depth and passion is virtually limitless. Find out more with your full-length reading... &lt;http: conv="370,aU0FNn*Wpp}utp0EW}QqYTI}1}9}L}1lfV7(kWptnW:*PUtntuutp0a*}_L}LQL79999}LYrTC99}_IQ99}QS9I&amp;amp;LOOK="&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/javascript:popwind('http:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111044718660064325?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111044718660064325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111044718660064325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/chapter-1-sheryl-anns-astrological.html' title=''/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111040401317963798</id><published>2005-03-09T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T13:35:52.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KILLIN TIME</title><content type='html'>destruction&lt;br /&gt;determination&lt;br /&gt;manifestation *grin&lt;br /&gt;justification&lt;br /&gt;realization&lt;br /&gt;alienation&lt;br /&gt;finalization&lt;br /&gt;conclusion&lt;br /&gt;termination&lt;br /&gt;execution&lt;br /&gt;extermination&lt;br /&gt;extinction&lt;br /&gt;expiration&lt;br /&gt;annihilation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;production&lt;br /&gt;holocaust&lt;br /&gt;destruction-back start&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111040401317963798?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111040401317963798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111040401317963798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/killin-time.html' title='KILLIN TIME'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111040117052661390</id><published>2005-03-09T12:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T13:36:25.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>d test of sufferin</title><content type='html'>..merely accepted, sufferin does nuthin 4 our souls except, perhaps, 2 harden them... endurance alone is no consecration.. true asceticism is not a mere cult of fortitude.. we can deny ourselves rigorously 4 d wrong reason n end up by pleasin ourselves mightily w/ our self-denial... sufferin is valuable only as a test of faith.. wut if our faith fails d test? ..is it good 2 suffer, then? wut if we enter in2 sufferin w/ a strong faith in sufferin, n then discover that sufferin destroys us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111040117052661390?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111040117052661390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111040117052661390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/d-test-of-sufferin.html' title='d test of sufferin'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10765748.post-111040063767334489</id><published>2005-03-09T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T12:42:14.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>food4thought</title><content type='html'>...resistance is feasible even 4 those who r not heroes by nature, n it is an obligation, i believe, 4 those who fear d consequences n detest d reality of d attempt 2 impose human hegemony..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10765748-111040063767334489?l=skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111040063767334489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10765748/posts/default/111040063767334489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://skeetzoearena2.blogspot.com/2005/03/food4thought.html' title='food4thought'/><author><name>skeetzoe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108757571450411662</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
