<?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-34624961</id><updated>2012-01-27T16:59:30.849-08:00</updated><category term='chronicles'/><category term='japanese office'/><category term='stuff'/><category term='egyptian mythology'/><category term='last days'/><category term='instructions'/><category term='peen'/><category term='intuition'/><category term='orgasm'/><category term='ADD'/><category term='grow'/><category term='parasites'/><category term='the Onion'/><category term='changes.'/><category term='mystery'/><category term='gas'/><category term='searching'/><category term='patriotism'/><category term='the return.'/><category 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term='reconnection'/><category term='Full Moon'/><category term='game'/><category term='fierce'/><category term='calabash'/><category term='chakras'/><category term='spontaneous'/><category term='Kwanzaa 2010'/><category term='sugar'/><category term='wants'/><category term='musings'/><category term='my breasts'/><category term='reciprocity'/><category term='reactions.'/><category term='value'/><category term='Philippines'/><category term='monkeys'/><category term='fellatio'/><category term='stupid women.'/><category term='sookie'/><category term='beach'/><category term='prophecy'/><category term='evolution'/><category term='zodiac'/><category term='retrospect'/><category term='japanese language.'/><category term='christmas.'/><category term='real'/><category term='no sex'/><category term='school shit'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='cheating'/><category term='internet'/><category term='oyin'/><category term='Xmas Wish List'/><category term='slut'/><category term='prodigal'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='women'/><category term='poetry black people'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='hunting.'/><category term='roar'/><category term='mental training'/><category term='moonstone'/><category term='break'/><category term='bored'/><category term='editors'/><category term='boondocks'/><category term='marraige'/><category term='journey'/><category term='luggage'/><category term='parents'/><category term='passion'/><category term='BHM'/><category term='food'/><category term='mercury'/><category term='oolong tea'/><category term='flirting'/><category term='missing'/><category term='religion'/><category term='ignorant people'/><category term='lioness'/><category term='fail'/><category term='revolution'/><category term='less'/><category term='daggering'/><title type='text'>An Evolution of Self</title><subtitle type='html'>Discovering Nadya Dee</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>238</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-7033919874454520416</id><published>2012-01-25T20:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T20:03:53.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inanimate Objects</title><summary type='text'>I don't see men as objects.
They walk, they talk, they run.
Men are not things.
They have feelings.
They think, they reason, they solve problems.
They are necessary.
For repopulation and the continuation of the line, Patriarchy.
It is wrong to treat men as if they are disposable.
Because they are not.
They are caring beings who demand respect.

However they are not your master.
Your relationship </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/7033919874454520416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2012/01/inanimate-objects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7033919874454520416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7033919874454520416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2012/01/inanimate-objects.html' title='Inanimate Objects'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-1259575194134291348</id><published>2012-01-24T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T10:59:51.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation</title><summary type='text'>

Partner sought for vast creative endeavour. Global plans. Unlimited compensation. Immediate responsibilities include maintenance of a large property, care and authority over all kinds of creatures --flying, walking, creeping, crawling. 

Objective: teamwork, companionship and balance. 

Male only. 




The above is a slight modification of an insightful passage I read amidst the book of Genesis</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/1259575194134291348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2012/01/separation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/1259575194134291348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/1259575194134291348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2012/01/separation.html' title='Separation'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-8061636415179182793</id><published>2012-01-17T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T13:30:28.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Left Behind</title><summary type='text'>




Happy New Year Ones and ones 



To date it's been almost half a year since I left Japan. 

Yup, 6 months since I've been back home. 



And boy have I been enjoying the cool Jamaican Xmus breeze after a nice warm day at the beach.

 You never know what you have until it's returned to you, right?



Which brings me to the topic of todays blog, I guess. 



Things left behind.



Like the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/8061636415179182793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2012/01/things-left-behind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8061636415179182793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8061636415179182793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2012/01/things-left-behind.html' title='Things Left Behind'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TjIM6uDhylY/TxWxgd7wQ-I/AAAAAAAAAoA/3t6mI81wC_o/s72-c/DSC02625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-7120232961244619022</id><published>2012-01-17T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T09:07:09.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Post</title><summary type='text'>
I wrote a Matey story the other day. Published it. Then lost it. 



Could this be a sign? I'm not sure. But what I do know is that I really need to start archiving the fruits of my labours; manifestations of my creative mind. If only to avoid frustration. 




For those of you who did get to read it. Consider yourself LUCKY! 



Alas. I suppose I have to return to the drawing board on this one.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/7120232961244619022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2012/01/lost-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7120232961244619022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7120232961244619022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2012/01/lost-post.html' title='Lost Post'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-6293211222801328749</id><published>2012-01-16T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T08:03:50.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matey chronicles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='matey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen matey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mate'/><title type='text'>Matey Queen</title><summary type='text'>I (and this blog) were recently featured on Christopher 'Johnny' Daley's show on Di Endz nationwide fm on the subject of "Matey" .



Apparently I'm some sort of an expert. I wasn't aware.  What will my mother think? *gasp* 



Any ways, on Friday January 13, the topic was "Secrets to tekking a girl man" and they asked me for my "expertly" opinion. As soon as I get a copy I'll post a link to it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/6293211222801328749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2012/01/matey-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6293211222801328749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6293211222801328749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2012/01/matey-queen.html' title='Matey Queen'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-8552124764001745660</id><published>2011-12-18T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T19:05:34.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ownership</title><summary type='text'>
The ego is a tricky little bastard. First it establishes a firm identity within your true self. Then it starts claiming rights to things. Names, people, places, thoughts, actions are all manifestations of this outer Self. 



Unfortunately, as we attempt to return to our True Self we become obsessed with ownership. Clingy and unforgiving. Unrelenting. We conspire on a daily basis to get more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/8552124764001745660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/12/ownership.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8552124764001745660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8552124764001745660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/12/ownership.html' title='Ownership'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-4916854139530525251</id><published>2011-12-15T15:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T10:20:09.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Healing</title><summary type='text'>
For the past week I've been out of commission, so to speak. Afflicted with an unknown yet havoc-wreaking ailment I engaged in a rigorous routine of Self-Healing I.e. bitching, whining, moaning and a bit of flatulence for good cheer. 



In all seriousness, propelled by a deep desire to not give Babylon (a.k.a the Medical profession, the pharmaceutical industry and anyone else who loves to see </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/4916854139530525251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/12/self-healing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4916854139530525251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4916854139530525251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/12/self-healing.html' title='Self-Healing'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-4107840554653583556</id><published>2011-12-07T10:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T10:01:09.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed-Blogging</title><summary type='text'>An awkward angleHalf asleep Half awakeLaziness personified One finger typistTest- Posted using  iBlogPadLocation:Bed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/4107840554653583556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/12/bed-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4107840554653583556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4107840554653583556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/12/bed-blogging.html' title='Bed-Blogging'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-4976121221272193460</id><published>2011-12-06T18:50:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T18:57:05.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution of Self</title><summary type='text'>
It's been a while and as such I've decided to commemorate my return to the blog world with a redesign. 



FANFARE!



I've even changed the title and description of the blog. As the Universe continues to reveal its Divine Plan to me so too must I display this revelation in the presentation of my "online journal" as its function is to document my internal journey. As my Truer Self emerges I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/4976121221272193460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/12/evolution-of-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4976121221272193460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4976121221272193460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/12/evolution-of-self.html' title='Evolution of Self'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-4603719728281321686</id><published>2011-10-16T15:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T15:50:30.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='switch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lust'/><title type='text'>The ole switcheroo</title><summary type='text'>
It's happened to almost everyone: 



You meet someone and you're getting along swimmingly but there's something missing. Yeah, he's cute, he makes you smile, he's got a nice style. Could this develop into something more? Maybe. Or maybe not.



Then you meet his friend. His exponentially hotter, funnier, more charismatic friend. And you hit it off. Sparks are everywhere. You're staring deeply </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/4603719728281321686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/10/ole-switcheroo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4603719728281321686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4603719728281321686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/10/ole-switcheroo.html' title='The ole switcheroo'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-7852278025796926996</id><published>2011-10-16T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T15:34:11.474-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='struggle.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temptations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>LIFE IS A TEMPTATION</title><summary type='text'>
There is a thin line between enjoyment and indulgence and life is a constant struggle to toe that line. 



Sure you can have fun, but not too much. 



Wanna have cake? sure, but you can't eat it! &gt;_&gt;



Want to go out and party? By all means! But don't drink and drive! 



We are constantly called to the attention of our boundaries. Knowing our limits. 



As a child, we are tempted to touch </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/7852278025796926996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/10/life-is-temptation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7852278025796926996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7852278025796926996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/10/life-is-temptation.html' title='LIFE IS A TEMPTATION'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-1189496687755159639</id><published>2011-09-30T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T07:19:50.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something more</title><summary type='text'>
Lately I have been imbued with the sense of something more. My on and off love affair with love affairs has left me weary of ever finding my twin flame. It seems as if every time I think I'm near I get burnt. 

Like a moth attracts to light I am incapable of detaching myself from repeating the same mistakes, over and over again. 



It's time for me to start wanting more. To start believing that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/1189496687755159639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/09/something-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/1189496687755159639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/1189496687755159639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/09/something-more.html' title='Something more'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-1091118978936359961</id><published>2011-09-29T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T07:26:05.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ego blogs...</title><summary type='text'>
... because my true self is no longer concerned with the things of the world. With the opinions and labels that society seems insistent on placing on us all.



My ego blogs to defy my inner light, inner sight into my Higher Self. 



I accept my egos inability to die, to let go of the things of this world. Warped Reality. Emotions which only darken the veil. For behind that veil I cry for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/1091118978936359961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/09/my-ego-blogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/1091118978936359961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/1091118978936359961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/09/my-ego-blogs.html' title='My Ego blogs...'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-1944037305778955552</id><published>2011-09-26T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T15:21:28.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choice</title><summary type='text'>There is always a choice. Even when it doesn't seem that way. Even when it seems as if there is no hope left. There is a choice. To say yes, to say no, to admit wrongs and acknowledge rights.

To demand respect. To laugh, to cry.

To be responsible for things said and done; for every thought.

To be in control of the course of life. Destiny is dependent on free will.

Choose to breathe in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/1944037305778955552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/09/choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/1944037305778955552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/1944037305778955552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/09/choice.html' title='Choice'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-3171857557558461196</id><published>2011-08-31T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T11:45:46.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time.'/><title type='text'>Time flies...</title><summary type='text'>when you're having fun, giving bun, trying to come... to terms with new surroundings and such.

Which is why I haven't blogged in a while. My apologies to those who noticed my abstinence.

Nevertheless, I am proud to announce on this day much like every other yet unique in its own way, that I am alive. Yes. Living, breathing and giving Jah thanks for the ability to do so.

Yesterday, I pulled "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/3171857557558461196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/08/time-flies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3171857557558461196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3171857557558461196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/08/time-flies.html' title='Time flies...'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-8134213833632891114</id><published>2011-07-11T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T19:04:49.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Changes</title><summary type='text'>Everything is changing, rearranging. Life as I know it now will never be the same. They say the same man never steps into the same river twice and I am not the same person I was 4 years ago. Hell I am not the same person I was 4 weeks ago!
 So many things have changed. My career path, my dreams, my hopes, my desires are all evolving in accordance with the manifestation of my true purpose. 
Not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/8134213833632891114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/07/changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8134213833632891114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8134213833632891114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/07/changes.html' title='Changes'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-2740299924436514477</id><published>2011-07-11T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T01:56:34.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><summary type='text'>I wouldn't call myself a hoarder per se but I do tend to get attached to things that carry significant memories with them. I am a collector at heart. I see treasures in the simplest of things. Photos, cards, gifts, receipts, old letters, stones from enchanted forests, anything that represent an emotion or a place in time. I see the beauty of the Universe in everything I behold. 
However these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/2740299924436514477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/07/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2740299924436514477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2740299924436514477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/07/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-8511635622771788481</id><published>2011-07-10T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T19:43:18.869-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hugging.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='free hugs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hugs'/><title type='text'>Free Hugs</title><summary type='text'>

Hugs should be given freely. From the heart. Not coerced, not forced and certainly not because YOU want to hug ME. 
I am not a hugger. Of course I hug. But I only hug when the spirit moves me to embrace someone and ONLY when that person feels the same way. 
Embracing can be interpreted in so many different ways. For most it's a show of affection, but it can also be perceived as captivity, being</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/8511635622771788481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/07/free-hugs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8511635622771788481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8511635622771788481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/07/free-hugs.html' title='Free Hugs'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-6013032941610862316</id><published>2011-07-06T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T17:10:18.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom to Fly</title><summary type='text'>

Like a bird
I fly
so high


Soaring free
You give me Permission to be me
to be free

and I can see
me
in you
and
you
in me

Let us be
as close as two beings can be

Together
let us be

Free. 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/6013032941610862316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/07/freedom-to-fly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6013032941610862316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6013032941610862316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/07/freedom-to-fly.html' title='Freedom to Fly'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-9098174190173620768</id><published>2011-06-15T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T17:52:36.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reciprocity'/><title type='text'>Reciprocity</title><summary type='text'>Some call it Karma, some call it Justice I like to call it Balance: Ma'at. 
The Universe sent me this word today, so here I am, submitting to the Inner Power. 
It's funny, every time I hear the word reciprocity I think of Ms. Lauryn Hill. 


I think we all know the line: "Tell me who I have to beeeeee to gain some reciprocity." 
That line always stuck with me and has now manifest itself here. 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/9098174190173620768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/06/reciprocity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/9098174190173620768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/9098174190173620768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/06/reciprocity.html' title='Reciprocity'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-722250375170251269</id><published>2011-06-07T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T00:06:35.076-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the Universe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='synchronicity'/><title type='text'>Synchronicity</title><summary type='text'>
When the Universe conspires to lead you directly to your destiny there is no other way to describe it than synchronicity. 
Synchronicity is: 
   
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the simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection.
From my waking up just in time to get to my friend's restaurant just as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/722250375170251269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/06/synchronicity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/722250375170251269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/722250375170251269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/06/synchronicity.html' title='Synchronicity'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-7342812204045752463</id><published>2011-06-02T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T19:01:33.862-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keep calm.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Keep Calm...</title><summary type='text'>Ever since I joined tumblr last year I have been fascinated by the various Keep Calm posters on my Dash... but this one resonated with me especially today. 
As soon as I saw it I (virtually) sprinted over here to post it. 

Because sometimes 
iNi 
needs to just keep calm and write something... anything. 
Nadya Dee</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/7342812204045752463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/06/keep-calm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7342812204045752463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7342812204045752463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/06/keep-calm.html' title='Keep Calm...'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-3619073337484083438</id><published>2011-05-30T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T20:01:34.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adventure'/><title type='text'>Choose Your Own Adventure</title><summary type='text'>
As many of you may know (or not know) I am a book lover. A very book lover. Before I knew myself I knew books. I cannot remember a part of my childhood in which I wasn't either reading a book, writing a story or running wild in my imagination. Creating my own stories, never-ending stories, submerged in fantasy. 
Moby Books were a significant part of my early (-ish) childhood experience. It's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/3619073337484083438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/05/choose-your-own-adventure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3619073337484083438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3619073337484083438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/05/choose-your-own-adventure.html' title='Choose Your Own Adventure'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-6149513182076590612</id><published>2011-05-29T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T19:29:07.602-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fasting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moon'/><title type='text'>A New Moon Diet</title><summary type='text'>So I've decided to try this New Moon Fast out. I've been considering fasting for a while now but I think I'm just too damn craven. But this is just for 24 hours. So it is definitely doable. Depending how I feel after I may also do a Full Moon Fast as well! w00t w00t. 

Moon Diet Plan - Basic
For the basic moon diet plan, you undergo a 24-hour "fasting" day where you consume water and juice only </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.moonconnection.com/basic-moon-diet.phtml' title='A New Moon Diet'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/6149513182076590612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/05/new-moon-diet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6149513182076590612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6149513182076590612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/05/new-moon-diet.html' title='A New Moon Diet'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jgsLoEQy0DQ/SwN7_CaF6jI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/He5OyZjT6X4/s72-c/NewMoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-3873562948370983715</id><published>2011-05-29T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T19:01:38.308-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moods'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reactions.'/><title type='text'>Moon Moods</title><summary type='text'>

It's funny that I decided to wear my mood ring today. The Universe has a strange yet interesting way of packaging its lessons. And boy am I learning a lesson today. 
Today's lesson is about moods, obviously. Today, of all days, I am learning how to control my moods and not allow them to rule me. The moon has a lot to do with this. 
As I master the meanings of the different phases of the moon I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/3873562948370983715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/05/moon-moods.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3873562948370983715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3873562948370983715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/05/moon-moods.html' title='Moon Moods'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-5834578047743894839</id><published>2011-05-26T23:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T00:04:08.272-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='essay'/><title type='text'>an Essay</title><summary type='text'>   
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What am I going to do in the face of all of these predictions, dates and second comings???
It's simple: Fear Less. 
"Our emotions have a vibratory frequency to them. There are only 2 emotions that human-kind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/4036450744553111683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/05/fear-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4036450744553111683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4036450744553111683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/05/fear-less.html' title='Fear Less'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-2481506179074104701</id><published>2011-05-18T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T19:51:29.299-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apps'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><title type='text'>The Facebook App-endage</title><summary type='text'>Since October 23, 2008 -- the Genesis of what we now know as Facebook (FB for short), there has been a consistent and subliminal evolution of humankind. Intelligent beings with access to the World Wide Web have cultivated what seems to be a virtual member. 
Facebook, once a social networking site, a place where people would occasionally visit, has gradually morphed into an extension of our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/2481506179074104701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/05/facebook-app-endage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2481506179074104701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2481506179074104701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/05/facebook-app-endage.html' title='The Facebook App-endage'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-7487516252166886768</id><published>2011-05-17T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:24:03.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Revoluting</title><summary type='text'>Shifting Paradigms.

In the process of exploring my evolution, from incarnation to reincarnation, I realize that the only true way to effect change is to revolute. In fact, the idea of a revolution stays constantly pressed up against the inner recesses of my mind. So close I can feel it breathing down my neck. Resting firmly upon my nerves. 
My evolution desperately needs a revolution. I need to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/7487516252166886768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/05/revoluting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7487516252166886768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7487516252166886768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/05/revoluting.html' title='Revoluting'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-7549629335614695568</id><published>2011-05-17T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T17:32:03.013-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><title type='text'>Evoluting</title><summary type='text'>So I know I haven't blogged in forever. And with good reason.

You see, I've been busy evoluting.
Yes.
Evoluting.

And throw in a bit of procrastinating and general idling for good measure. You know how I do.

But yes. I have been on a never-ending journey, inward. In search of my true self.

Becoming that which I truly am, truly meant to be.

Sequence and succession spiral me through each day.

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/7549629335614695568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/05/evoluting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7549629335614695568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7549629335614695568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/05/evoluting.html' title='Evoluting'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-6034159285651172035</id><published>2011-04-17T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T19:18:00.886-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='value'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts.'/><title type='text'>Value</title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking a lot lately about how our value systems as human beings have become corrupted by 'civilisation'. How is it that so many people are incapable of seeing that money is not the main purpose of their life on earth? 
Money, which used to be a means to an end, has become the ends, regardless of the means. Our sense of Self (Esteem) has become anchored to economic worth. 
Money has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/6034159285651172035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/04/value.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6034159285651172035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6034159285651172035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/04/value.html' title='Value'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-5481661232378191691</id><published>2011-03-13T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T00:16:50.220-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oneness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='library'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ascension'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maat'/><title type='text'>My Ascension Library: A work in progress</title><summary type='text'>
In the wake of planetary shifting, natural disasters, pandemonium and mayhem. I feel peace. 
Believe it or not, the world as we know it is changing in preparation for a new dimension. Planet Earth, Our Solar System, The Universe continues to evolve and what we are experiencing right now are merely growing pains. 
What is important now is to keep focused on the approaching Ascension. It may not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/5481661232378191691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/03/my-ascension-library-work-in-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/5481661232378191691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/5481661232378191691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/03/my-ascension-library-work-in-progress.html' title='My Ascension Library: A work in progress'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YiDt3WRmLj0/TZ5ZTslwWOI/AAAAAAAAAlU/plgn70WRlfo/s72-c/steps2heaven.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-6014221824529600313</id><published>2011-03-08T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T19:02:27.978-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ascension'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lent'/><title type='text'>Giving up Lent... for Lent</title><summary type='text'>Apparently it's that time of the year... when those Christianly-inclined commit to giving up some action/addiction/person/thing for Lent. And while I used to participate sporadically in years past I have decided from this moment on, I will be giving up Lent... for Lent.  
I don't see why I should allow a mythical date/ time frame to dictate when or why I should make any fundamental changes in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/6014221824529600313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/03/giving-up-lent-for-lent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6014221824529600313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6014221824529600313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/03/giving-up-lent-for-lent.html' title='Giving up Lent... for Lent'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-8166390587237479593</id><published>2011-03-08T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T18:47:41.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ADD'/><title type='text'>Productive ADD</title><summary type='text'>I think I might be mastering my ADD. Doing a whole lot of things randomly all at the same time. Chaotic Genius!

Right now I'm:


Reading up on Ascension
Paying for plane tix online
Updating iPhone calendar
"blogging" x 2
Planning an EPIC Golden Week 
plus a few other things I'm sure... but it seems I have forgotten. 

Let's just hope I remember to go pee.

iNi

am a disorganized success!

Nadya </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/8166390587237479593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/03/productive-add.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8166390587237479593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8166390587237479593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/03/productive-add.html' title='Productive ADD'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-5637400946708992801</id><published>2011-03-07T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T02:19:40.079-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>Instant Gratification</title><summary type='text'>Her appetite insatiable she struts into the bar with her girlfriends, scanning the crowd for hotties as they all make their way to the bar. Independent ladies dressed to kill, they order their drinks then head straight for the dance floor. 'Fly like a G6' plays as they make their way through the crowd, gyrating to the beat as the strobe lights caress their curves. 
Tonight is the night to drink </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/5637400946708992801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/03/instant-gratification.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/5637400946708992801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/5637400946708992801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/03/instant-gratification.html' title='Instant Gratification'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-3583357513962909869</id><published>2011-03-03T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T17:29:32.866-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='professional'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='separation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='compartments'/><title type='text'>Compartmentalization</title><summary type='text'>After an extremely motivational seminar for returning JETs last week I decided to take my impending career as a freelance writer/ copywriter/ editor serious. And what better time to start than now? So here it is... my brand new second hand professional website.I'm so proud of meeee!!!  Compartmentalization is key. And while I am all for people accepting me for who I am. When it comes to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/3583357513962909869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/03/compartmentalization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3583357513962909869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3583357513962909869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/03/compartmentalization.html' title='Compartmentalization'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Cb6OfJa-AfQ/TXA_VLNXmiI/AAAAAAAAAlE/8kS0FtnHv7I/s72-c/nadyadee%2Bbusiness%2Bcard%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-6265855479347578997</id><published>2011-02-28T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:56:39.914-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancehall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mawcy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot valentine'/><title type='text'>Hot Valentine 2011</title><summary type='text'>2 weeks ago I (i.e. Mawcy) made my dancehall dancing debut at the Hot Valentine event @ Duckbill. Thanks to Keiko for inviting me to take part in such an amazing event. I had such a fabulous time!Keiko (red), Beibei (green) and myself got together and choreographed a dancehall piece for the valentine event and I think it went well. But you don't have to take my word for it because I have a video</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=2396716&amp;id=81002096&amp;l=f70a57815b' title='Hot Valentine 2011'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e8052f25484fa8bb&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/6265855479347578997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/02/hot-valentine-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6265855479347578997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6265855479347578997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/02/hot-valentine-2011.html' title='Hot Valentine 2011'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UpuvARGSjbk/TXB91_BXmdI/AAAAAAAAAlM/u3OiSOlvoP4/s72-c/DSC01573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-3555857234639097130</id><published>2011-02-27T17:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T21:59:19.509-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black history month'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry black people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Free Your Mind</title><summary type='text'>For Black History Month 2010 I performed Mutabaruka's poem entitled "Dis Poem" at the event 'Free Your Mind' held at the Pink Cow in Shibuya, Tokyo. Yes, I know it was over a year ago, but better late than never right??? So here is the video (edited by yours truly) of me, Nadya Dee, performing Dis Poem:




This year at the third staging of the 'Free Your Mind' event (a part of the BHM Tokyo </summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6959eb018014a3b2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/3555857234639097130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/02/free-your-mind.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3555857234639097130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3555857234639097130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/02/free-your-mind.html' title='Free Your Mind'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-7245377245700166076</id><published>2011-01-23T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T15:57:52.709-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Full Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chakras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moonstone'/><title type='text'>My Moonstone :o)</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I bought myself a late (?) Xmas present. A moonstone pendant. The moonstone is (one of) my birthstones, the mystical one. And it ties in quite neatly with the current Sacred Woman/ channeling my 6th sense/ balancing my Ajna path that I am on. Most of you are probably wondering... how did she get a stone from the moon??? Because I am simply awesome, that's how. But on a serious note the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/7245377245700166076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/01/my-moonstone-o.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7245377245700166076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7245377245700166076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/01/my-moonstone-o.html' title='My Moonstone :o)'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-2957783616883495389</id><published>2011-01-13T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:44:00.391-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Bunched Panties</title><summary type='text'>Panties bunched up around my ankles, I stand alone. Shivering. Cold. Lost in the memories of sweet caresses, tender kisses, weakened knees. Then you leave and the abandonment issues I keep buried beneath a heap of narcissistic sheets resurface.They echo the disembowelment of my dreams. I hope you realize what you do to me whenever you walk away. I gather myself. My thoughts. My draws. Composing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/2957783616883495389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/01/bunched-panties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2957783616883495389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2957783616883495389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/01/bunched-panties.html' title='Bunched Panties'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3039/3028143257_a206b1b630_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-3139631590583465207</id><published>2011-01-13T17:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T17:56:28.524-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astrology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moon.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zodiac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astronomy'/><title type='text'>Babylon [Sidereal] Zodiac</title><summary type='text'>Ascording to recent media reports, astrology, the zodiac and horoscopes are all a big farce. Shock! Gasp! Horror! Disbelief! \(^O^)/Now I am not going to go into the technical mumbo-jumbo surrounding this new revelation because frankly... I don't really care.I'm a Cancerian, the crab, ruled by the moon, regardless. I doan care who the guy! A coulda Ophiucus or di one name Kunkle. As a matter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/3139631590583465207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/01/babylon-sidereal-zodiac.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3139631590583465207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3139631590583465207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/01/babylon-sidereal-zodiac.html' title='Babylon [Sidereal] Zodiac'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-6307033412467740090</id><published>2011-01-05T23:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T00:30:02.861-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kwanzaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kwanzaa 2010'/><title type='text'>Kwanzaa: Imani</title><summary type='text'>Habari Gani?Faith"To believe with all our hearts in our parents, our teachers, our leaders, our people and the righteousness and victory of our struggle."Imani is defined as faith, which in turn is defined as a belief in and an unwavering trust and loyalty to a person, object or deity. Kwanzaa understands faith as believing wholeheartedly in your people, leaders, parents, teachers and the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/6307033412467740090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/01/kwanzaa-imani.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6307033412467740090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6307033412467740090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/01/kwanzaa-imani.html' title='Kwanzaa: Imani'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-3234044096124743622</id><published>2011-01-05T23:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T18:19:58.602-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kwanzaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kwanzaa 2010'/><title type='text'>Kwanzaa: Kuumba</title><summary type='text'>Habari Gani?Creativity"To do always as much as we can, in the way that we can, in order to leave our community more beautiful than when we inherited it."At our 1st Annual (?) Kwanzaa Potluck Dinner in Tokyo we decided to exercise our creativity by playing instruments. However, considering NONE of us gathered in that space were actually able to operate said instruments it was, as my friend </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/3234044096124743622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/01/kwanzaa-kuumba.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3234044096124743622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3234044096124743622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/01/kwanzaa-kuumba.html' title='Kwanzaa: Kuumba'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-172804349185577972</id><published>2011-01-05T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:43:36.443-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kwanzaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kwanzaa 2010'/><title type='text'>Kwanzaa: Nia</title><summary type='text'>Habari Gani?Purpose."To make as our collective vocation the building and developing of our community in order to restore our people to their traditional greatness."For me, there is individual purpose as well as the overall collective purpose of the community. Personally, I believe I have found my purpose, and while I am not acting fully within that purpose at this point in time I know I am on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/172804349185577972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/01/kwanzaa-nia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/172804349185577972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/172804349185577972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2011/01/kwanzaa-nia.html' title='Kwanzaa: Nia'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-625014450845283766</id><published>2010-12-29T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:20:44.381-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kwanzaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kwanzaa 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokyo'/><title type='text'>Kwanzaa: Ujamaa</title><summary type='text'>Habari Gani?Cooperative Economics."To build our own businesses, control the economics of our own community and share in all its work and wealth."During Kwanzaa (the Japan edition 2010), held in Tokyo, it became evident to me that as members of the African Diaspora living in a foreign (predominantly light skinded) land it became increasingly important that we all work together to build our</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/625014450845283766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/kwanzaa-ujamaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/625014450845283766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/625014450845283766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/kwanzaa-ujamaa.html' title='Kwanzaa: Ujamaa'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-6177353944449107494</id><published>2010-12-28T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:22:25.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kwanzaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ujima'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kwanzaa 2010'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tokyo'/><title type='text'>Kwanzaa: Ujima</title><summary type='text'>Habari Gani?Collective work and responsibility."To build and maintain our community together and make our brother's and sister's problems our problems and to solve them together."Our overall success is dependent on our abilities to come together and empower each other.           &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     0   0   1   27   159   Ijuin High School   1   1   185   14.0          &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;!--[</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/6177353944449107494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/kwanzaa-ujima.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6177353944449107494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6177353944449107494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/kwanzaa-ujima.html' title='Kwanzaa: Ujima'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-4529698898372868946</id><published>2010-12-27T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:23:14.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kujichagulia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kwanzaa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kwanzaa 2010'/><title type='text'>Kwanzaa: Kujichagulia</title><summary type='text'>Habari Gani?Self Determination.To define ourselves, name ourselves, create for ourselves, and speak for ourselves."All peoples have the rights of self-determination. By virtue of that right they freely determine their political status and freely pursue their economic, social and cultural development."Strong Will Continue The Victory is found in Truth Like Innocence found in Youth </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/4529698898372868946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/kwanzaa-kujichagulia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4529698898372868946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4529698898372868946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/kwanzaa-kujichagulia.html' title='Kwanzaa: Kujichagulia'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-8406661268271544053</id><published>2010-12-27T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T23:26:46.821-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kwanzaa 2010'/><title type='text'>Kwanzaa: Umoja</title><summary type='text'>Habari Gani?Umoja is the first day of Kwanzaa.Umoja means unity. &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     0   0   1   11   63   Ijuin High School   1   1   73   14.0          &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   JA   X-NONE                                                                                                 &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/8406661268271544053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/kwanzaa-umoja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8406661268271544053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8406661268271544053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/kwanzaa-umoja.html' title='Kwanzaa: Umoja'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-9148144569420876870</id><published>2010-12-20T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:13:38.819-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Total Lunar Eclipse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Full Moon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter solstice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reconnection'/><title type='text'>Winter Solstice-Lunar Eclipse-Full Moon in Cancer</title><summary type='text'>Today is a very cosmically significant day for several reasons. First, it is the Winter Solstice - the shortest day of the year. Second, there will be a Total Lunar Eclipse today during the hours of 4:40 and 5:54 pm [JT]. Third, this is all happening with the moon in Cancer, my sign. There was actually a partial lunar eclipse on the eve of my birthday as well. Clearly the Universe is speaking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/9148144569420876870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/winter-solstice-lunar-eclipse-full-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/9148144569420876870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/9148144569420876870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/winter-solstice-lunar-eclipse-full-moon.html' title='Winter Solstice-Lunar Eclipse-Full Moon in Cancer'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-6969794455763614441</id><published>2010-12-14T16:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T18:26:27.106-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><title type='text'>Being a Teacher</title><summary type='text'>We are all teachers. It is how we evolve, how we learn, how we grow. In the dichotomy of life learning and teaching are constants. From the beginning of time, the pursuit of knowledge and wisdom has plagued mankind (Ever since the serpent and the fruit tree debacle). And those who did manage to acquire said knowledge or wisdom were then tasked with it's propagation. And so it continues, even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/6969794455763614441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/being-teacher.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6969794455763614441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6969794455763614441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/being-teacher.html' title='Being a Teacher'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_E8z8SXp2wTM/SZFQ1iGaFpI/AAAAAAAAAEU/mzCp5iQ0z1k/s72-c/red+apple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-5543901860285487424</id><published>2010-12-08T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:59:00.436-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='no sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MADD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='single life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><title type='text'>MADD</title><summary type='text'>I have MADD. Also known as Man Attention Deficit Disorder. Which basically means that I can never focus for too long on just ONE man at any given time. You must be thinking WTF? That shit ain't real! Well, if I feel it it MUST be real. So forget you! But seriously, I'll be 100% into a guy at one moment and then the next thing I know I'm drooling over a pic of a half naked man on tumblr while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/5543901860285487424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/madd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/5543901860285487424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/5543901860285487424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/madd.html' title='MADD'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-7791845815655242729</id><published>2010-12-08T17:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T19:31:43.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting on Inspiration or Divine Intervention</title><summary type='text'>I usually wait on a truly moving experience/ topic before I blog. It's my process. Things of less significance get tweeted or tumbled. But the blog, the blog is for the big things, the main events in my journey through my life. Of course occasionally I might blog about nothing in particular, you know, just because, but for the most part I try to keep it relevant. Something I've been trying to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/7791845815655242729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/waiting-on-inspiration-or-divine.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7791845815655242729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7791845815655242729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/waiting-on-inspiration-or-divine.html' title='Waiting on Inspiration or Divine Intervention'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-4181342146325228192</id><published>2010-12-07T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T18:35:47.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idiots'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stupid people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ignorant people'/><title type='text'>Arguing with Idiots</title><summary type='text'>I learned a long time ago that, as best as possible, one should not engage in arguments with idiots. Because from a distance, no one can tell the difference. This has never been more evidenced than on Twitter. Where the ignorant run free and frolic under the heavy veil of freedom of speech. I try not to follow idiots on twitter for personal reasons. I'm a bitch. And I consider people who are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/4181342146325228192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/arguing-with-idiots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4181342146325228192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4181342146325228192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/arguing-with-idiots.html' title='Arguing with Idiots'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-4646771179734195493</id><published>2010-12-07T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T02:17:02.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Name means...</title><summary type='text'>...Hope in Russian, Caller and/or Generous in Swahili and Tender/ Delicate in Arabic.  People with the name Nadya have a deep inner desire to inspire others in a higher cause, and to share their own strongly held views on spiritual matters.They are also very intuitive. (o:I like that. iNilearning more and more about mySELF each day. Nadya Dee</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/4646771179734195493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/my-name-means.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4646771179734195493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4646771179734195493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/my-name-means.html' title='My Name means...'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-4571539622183224262</id><published>2010-12-05T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T22:11:56.912-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kwanzaa'/><title type='text'>Kwanzaa 2010</title><summary type='text'>


Instead of Christmas (much to my family's chagrin) I have chosen to celebrate Kwanzaa this year. From December 26, 2010 to January 1, 2011 I shall be celebrating a Pan-African holiday aimed at strengthening and unifying the African Diaspora. Centered on Community and African unity. 




As a Jamaican living in Japan I find it pertinent that I maintain a connection not only with my fellow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/4571539622183224262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/kwanzaa-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4571539622183224262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4571539622183224262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/kwanzaa-2010.html' title='Kwanzaa 2010'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TPxX19db_XI/AAAAAAAAAks/OW2LrNr8nuY/s72-c/7218P%257EKwanzaa-Posters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-9152798018558016413</id><published>2010-12-05T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T17:13:00.754-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Fleedam</title><summary type='text'>So the JLPT is done and I am free to return to my life. Which was what exactly? Facebook stalking no longer gives me the thrills it used to, Twitter is pretty much a giant online chat room and aaaaaaggggghhhhh! Tumblr is down for maintenance! What is I g'on do? I had two choices: blog surf or HEY how about writing in your own blog for a change??? So that's what I'm doing. And since I have the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/9152798018558016413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/fleedam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/9152798018558016413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/9152798018558016413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/12/fleedam.html' title='Fleedam'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_P4nE5hA_ohY/TJIYKqUZYcI/AAAAAAAACFI/PlbZ-8dO450/s72-c/tom-and-jerry-blog-size.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-6695945814564159446</id><published>2010-11-17T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T17:11:30.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='studying'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JLPT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='test'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese language.'/><title type='text'>The JLPT</title><summary type='text'>In just a few short weeks I'll be sitting the JLPT (Japanese Language Proficiency Test). Something I swore I wouldn't do because, well, I hate tests. But I figured since I'm leaving next year I might as well have something to show for my 4 years here. So here I am. Studying my ass off for the N3 (basically intermediate) level of the JLPT. Which means I'll be even more MIA than usual. Le sigh. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/6695945814564159446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/11/jlpt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6695945814564159446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6695945814564159446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/11/jlpt.html' title='The JLPT'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-5786628980623299572</id><published>2010-11-09T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T16:56:25.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motivational quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='last days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Last Days</title><summary type='text'>Lately I've been pondering the phrase "live everyday like it's your last". I mean on the surface it seems quite motivational, meaning that one should live each day to the fullest, seizing all opportunities. The ultimate anti-procrastinator.But then I gots to thinking. On my last days there's only a few things I'd really want to do. Namely:make peace with my time here on earth before transitioning</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/5786628980623299572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/11/last-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/5786628980623299572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/5786628980623299572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/11/last-days.html' title='Last Days'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-826501642240195414</id><published>2010-11-03T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T17:58:21.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black cat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams interpretation.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='intuition'/><title type='text'>The One-Eyed Black Cat</title><summary type='text'>There's a black cat with one eye living in my subconscious. Last night was the second time I saw him. A stray black one-eyed cat comes into my home and won't leave. I woke up this morning wondering what his recurrence could possibly mean.  Apparently dreams of a black cat indicates that one is experiencing fear in using ones psychic abilities and believing in ones intuition. Interesting. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/826501642240195414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/11/one-eyed-black-cat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/826501642240195414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/826501642240195414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/11/one-eyed-black-cat.html' title='The One-Eyed Black Cat'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/201/483249273_ed56dc5fd6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-1109041404211593875</id><published>2010-10-27T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T18:15:01.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wendys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rihanna'/><title type='text'>The New Face of Wendys?</title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah yeah yeah! What's her name? This blog post was brought to you by bacon and cheese baked potatoiNiNadya Dee... OUT!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/1109041404211593875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/10/new-face-of-wendys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/1109041404211593875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/1109041404211593875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/10/new-face-of-wendys.html' title='The New Face of Wendys?'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TQ670hbcFdI/AAAAAAAAAk0/L1vuZNry4EI/s72-c/rihannawendy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-8655859890142078774</id><published>2010-10-25T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T18:08:14.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='challenge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oolong tea'/><title type='text'>The Oolong Cha Challenge</title><summary type='text'>Call me late, but I did not realize until now just how healthy oolong tea is. Apparently it inhibits the absorption of fat in the system which eventually aids in the weight-loss process. Magine dat! No wonder Japanese people seem to never gain weight! So basically, I've been here for over 3 years and I am only now truly understanding the benefits of something that has been within my grasp. </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.teasetc.com/tea/article.asp?ID=1&amp;Name=Oolong+Tea+' title='The Oolong Cha Challenge'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/8655859890142078774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/10/oolong-cha-challenge.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8655859890142078774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8655859890142078774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/10/oolong-cha-challenge.html' title='The Oolong Cha Challenge'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-7724389081882824469</id><published>2010-10-23T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T21:12:49.448-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baggage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='luggage'/><title type='text'>Feelings: Hand luggage &amp; Checked Pieces</title><summary type='text'>An affliction. A state of being in which the emotions and obsessions that define the self manifest and create a psychological [and at times physical] reaction. It's fleeting; not meant to last. not really. So why is it that people choose to collect these feelings and walk around with them? In their backpockets, on their backs, on their shoulders and on their heads? I've been told before that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/7724389081882824469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/10/feelings-hand-luggage-checked-pieces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7724389081882824469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7724389081882824469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/10/feelings-hand-luggage-checked-pieces.html' title='Feelings: Hand luggage &amp; Checked Pieces'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-6500140134165317000</id><published>2010-10-22T23:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T21:11:57.222-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='walking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ijuin'/><title type='text'>Nadya Dee just walked 12 km</title><summary type='text'>So it's gunna take me some time to get out of the whole status update habit... bear with me here. But yeah... I woke my ass up at 7 this morning... went to Matsumoto (one town over from mine) and walked my ass back to my town. No, not because I'm an idler. Like seriously? You really think I'd walk for no reason? Hells to the no sir. Not I!Actually, this weekend is the Myoenji mairi festival [</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/6500140134165317000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/10/nadya-dee-just-walked-12-km.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6500140134165317000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6500140134165317000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/10/nadya-dee-just-walked-12-km.html' title='Nadya Dee just walked 12 km'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TMKArfiBi5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/A7oLmkpSWbk/s72-c/matsutoijuin.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-5688434107828531675</id><published>2010-10-22T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T04:38:55.104-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marlon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='best friend.'/><title type='text'>HBD to MJC</title><summary type='text'>It's the best friend's birthday today... so here... :o)Let me refrain from getting all mushy all over this pic... *sniffles* I love this dude so fricking much! Faults, flaws, ego and all! I bet you wish you had a best friend like mine! a beeey! And even though he rarely [if ever] reads my blog... he still gets a shout out... because well, he deserves it! iNi have the bestest best friend everrrr!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/5688434107828531675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/10/hbd-to-mjc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/5688434107828531675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/5688434107828531675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/10/hbd-to-mjc.html' title='HBD to MJC'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TMF214yN47I/AAAAAAAAAkA/pepboW8YfJU/s72-c/DSC00832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-2990006707441994992</id><published>2010-10-22T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:26:33.038-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='facebook'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>Facebook Hiatus</title><summary type='text'>I've quit Facebook, for now. It's boring me. I've been on Facebook for almost 7 years now and well... it just doesn't feel the same anymore. So I'm done. I'm moving on. I'll only be using the social network for well... networking [and remembering ppls birthdays]... not the incessant procrastinating that has become my MO. I mean seriously... how much of my life has been wasted staring at that blue</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/2990006707441994992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/10/facebook-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2990006707441994992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2990006707441994992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/10/facebook-hiatus.html' title='Facebook Hiatus'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-2364969062082364634</id><published>2010-10-19T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T20:20:50.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writing'/><title type='text'>The writer within</title><summary type='text'>... has been laying fairly [and fearly] dormant for quite some while. Spurting puffs of brilliance while I lay in bed, drive to work, teach a lesson or relax in my bath. But never while I sit in front of my lappy. Why is that?The writer in me is a lazy, insecure, wild, procrastinating genius. I love her dearly. But she needs to get her shit together. and soon. I know. This country is stifling her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/2364969062082364634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/10/writer-within.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2364969062082364634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2364969062082364634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/10/writer-within.html' title='The writer within'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-8961149175718306742</id><published>2010-10-12T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T18:29:22.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in Japan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taiko'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JET'/><title type='text'>Finding My Passion</title><summary type='text'>I almost forgot I wrote this. My JET Essay entry from 2 years ago. When I was still enthused about being in Japan and experiencing the culture. Rereading this has helped remind me of why I am still here. Why I got my tattoo. When did I become so disillusioned? When did I lose this passion?&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  JET Essay  Finding My Passion  by Nadya Dee-Anne Forbes  1st Year ALT  Hioki City  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/8961149175718306742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/10/finding-my-passion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8961149175718306742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8961149175718306742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/10/finding-my-passion.html' title='Finding My Passion'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/SCfbOA7tB9I/AAAAAAAAAD0/KkrH2JEc4cg/s72-c/DSC03777.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-7028516329049296520</id><published>2010-09-12T19:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T02:10:13.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye-Candy</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to my recent obsession with the series Bones I stumbled upon this magnificent speciMAN. Mmm mmm mmmm. His name is Sean Blakemore and he played Angela's husband, Berimbau, on Season 4 of Bones.If I was her, I would have never divorced him. He is just deeeevine!iNistill lusting after the unattainable NadYa Dee</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/7028516329049296520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/09/eye-candy.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7028516329049296520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7028516329049296520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/09/eye-candy.html' title='Eye-Candy'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-5169293301773705100</id><published>2010-08-30T22:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T22:47:06.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rational'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now.'/><title type='text'>Rational Fear</title><summary type='text'>I've heard of irrational fear. But what makes a fear rational anyways? What makes the fear of pain and danger rational or irrational? Is the fear of death rational? what about failure? Is it rational to be afraid of the unknown, the uncertain, the unforeseen?Is there any fear that is truly irrational? Because if it's true to you, isn't it worth fearing? Can't it then be rationalized?I'm not sure,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/5169293301773705100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/08/rational-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/5169293301773705100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/5169293301773705100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/08/rational-fear.html' title='Rational Fear'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-8550723072040140737</id><published>2010-08-30T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:49:28.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth About Sunlight, Cancer and Vitamin D - NaturalNews.tv</title><summary type='text'>This is the video (sent to me by my closest sistren) which triggered the previous blog. Take it or leave it but the man makes many very good points. The Truth About Sunlight, Cancer and Vitamin D - NaturalNews.tv</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.naturalnews.tv/v.asp?v=234' title='The Truth About Sunlight, Cancer and Vitamin D - NaturalNews.tv'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/8550723072040140737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/08/truth-about-sunlight-cancer-and-vitamin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8550723072040140737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8550723072040140737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/08/truth-about-sunlight-cancer-and-vitamin.html' title='The Truth About Sunlight, Cancer and Vitamin D - NaturalNews.tv'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-2899485255843529913</id><published>2010-08-30T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T18:10:32.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light'/><title type='text'>Vampires</title><summary type='text'>They suck blood, undead, allergic to the Sun, the light. Perpetually nocturnal. Vampires have no life, NO light! Myth or true lies? How many people do you know walk around devoid of life? Sucking the life force out of others.Stealing their energy. Feasting on other peoples light, joy, happiness? Reveling in their despair. How many of us hide from the light? Our light. Preferring to dwell in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/2899485255843529913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/08/vampires.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2899485255843529913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2899485255843529913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/08/vampires.html' title='Vampires'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-171157631574887870</id><published>2010-08-30T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T17:47:24.600-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Energy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Source'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Light'/><title type='text'>Vitamin D[ee]</title><summary type='text'>The Sun. The Source. Light. Life. Energy.As Summer comes to an end I am relieved to finally escape the humidity that is Summer in Kagoshima. The flying ash, the sticky feeling, the incessant murkiness tends to keep one inside, in the A/C all the time. Cool but not good. Before I came to Japan, my friends and I would try to go to the beach every Sunday. As long as the sun was out we would be at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/171157631574887870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/08/vitamin-dee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/171157631574887870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/171157631574887870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/08/vitamin-dee.html' title='Vitamin D[ee]'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/THxQKWcnxcI/AAAAAAAAAjU/j9AMeVpvCa0/s72-c/sun+salutation.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-1492623643837685262</id><published>2010-07-20T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T19:43:39.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extension</title><summary type='text'>For a variety of reasons I decided to re-contract for one more year on the JET Programme. A Programme which initially was supposed to be for just one year, maximum 3. But here I am, 3 years later embarking on that fourth and final revolution and I can't help but think: Am I really supposed to do this? Am I really supposed to stay here? Most if not all of my friends have already left or are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/1492623643837685262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/07/extension.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/1492623643837685262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/1492623643837685262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/07/extension.html' title='Extension'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-3652042126920589278</id><published>2010-07-05T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:32:56.536-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey rule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey commandments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkeys'/><title type='text'>The Monkey Commandments</title><summary type='text'>In ascordance with my previous post. I present to you: The Monkey Commandments. I. Thou shalt build, anything, anywhere at any time, for the Dawdy seddeth so.II. Real Bad Men shalt not moggle in shorts. merely straight jeans and cut off foot pants.III. Thine toothbrush is for thine Clarks first, teeth second. IV. Thou shalt use bleach on thine face and body but ne'er on thine teeth.V. Cake soap </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/3652042126920589278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/07/monkey-commandments.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3652042126920589278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3652042126920589278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/07/monkey-commandments.html' title='The Monkey Commandments'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-1391148519532774959</id><published>2010-07-05T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-19T19:26:24.674-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkey rule'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monkeys'/><title type='text'>Monkey Say, Monkey Do</title><summary type='text'>It's funny how we allow pop culture to influence our choices and actions in this day and age; how we unconsciously buy into the fallacies that are being fed through our airwaves and television screens via media.When did we become a people who surrendered our individuality to others and why? Is it that strenuous to make decisions on your own? I wonder. This is never more evident than with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/1391148519532774959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/07/monkey-say-monkey-do.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/1391148519532774959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/1391148519532774959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/07/monkey-say-monkey-do.html' title='Monkey Say, Monkey Do'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-8086314962630085707</id><published>2010-06-23T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T19:43:52.435-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wadjet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='egyptian mythology'/><title type='text'>Udjat || Wedjet || Wadjet</title><summary type='text'>Tattoo # 7 -- the Eye of Horus aka the 'Whole One'. It represents the Moon, protection from evil, intuition, wisdom, health, prosperity and light. Others have taken it to mean the Illuminati... =/For me, the Eye of Horus symbolises where I am in my life now. 1/4 of a century after roaming aimlessly on this earth I think I've finally found my path. And while I am still not absolutely certain what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/8086314962630085707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/udjat-wedjet-wadjet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8086314962630085707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8086314962630085707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/udjat-wedjet-wadjet.html' title='Udjat || Wedjet || Wadjet'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TCLB6Y__KRI/AAAAAAAAAik/HNKAHMqbyFU/s72-c/tat7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-7753348094380880067</id><published>2010-06-16T22:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:36:16.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tactics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passive-aggressive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese office'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skills'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life in Japan'/><title type='text'>The Art of Passive-Aggressiveness</title><summary type='text'>After living and working in Japan for almost 3 years there's one key skill that I have learnt and continue to master.  And no I'm not talking about bowing or eating with chopsticks. I am talking about the Art of Passive-Aggressive-ism or Passive-Aggressiveness. Before I came to Japan I was an argumentative and confrontational human being. I would say any and everything to any and everyone. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/7753348094380880067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/art-of-passive-aggressiveness.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7753348094380880067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7753348094380880067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/art-of-passive-aggressiveness.html' title='The Art of Passive-Aggressiveness'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-7722558258271531818</id><published>2010-06-16T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T22:45:05.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clairvoyance</title><summary type='text'>So I have psychic powers. Yeah yeah yeah... I know some of you may not believe in psychics or sixth senses but I've always had this eerie ability to just know things. Before everyone else did. Intuition you know. Gut feeling. Plus I've also had more coincidences and deja vus than the average person I'm sure.But it didn't become apparent to me until I began balancing my chakras. And even more so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/7722558258271531818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/clairvoyance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7722558258271531818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7722558258271531818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/clairvoyance.html' title='Clairvoyance'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-3299546634962376788</id><published>2010-06-08T00:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:56:43.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decoct</title><summary type='text'>A kettle on a stove g n...i......   s.......      i..........steam r............          and just as the whistle is about to blowthere is no soundjust steamjustgn..i.....pressure climb.......the water is hot but it's notboiling it's hot enoughto burn the skin but the pressure within [within] cannot escape stuck in a space trapped in a place where heat and steam fight for release trapped beneath </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/3299546634962376788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/decoct.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3299546634962376788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3299546634962376788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/decoct.html' title='Decoct'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-2968586271382893727</id><published>2010-06-07T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:16:43.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><summary type='text'>Why is it so hard to let go?Past lives, past loves, past mistakes.Time has the tendency to latch onHaunting our mindslingering with usmemories surface in the subconsciousFloating amidst the presentConfusionAttachment becomesA pillar of saltMemories don't livedon't hurtlike people doThe future depends on amapping of the pastTruth being, thatthe past is not Ifor I am only nowhere, the presentWhat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/2968586271382893727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2968586271382893727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2968586271382893727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yhr350bhQmY/SlNov5xp5TI/AAAAAAAADws/Drw5x4YFhqM/s72-c/letting_go_by_0odarkangelo0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-4394213713747898569</id><published>2010-06-07T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T22:51:58.919-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vampires'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='true blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sookie'/><title type='text'>True B[love]/ Blood</title><summary type='text'>OMG. Now that it's only a week a way I find myself waiting with bated breath for Season 3 of True Blood. My blood just bubbles at the thought of seeing Bill and Eric again! I feel like shouting from the roooftops!!!Everyone say Sookeh with me! Soookeh!!! [in Bill voice] Now here's a little pre-video for the fang-atics (not my word! I promise!). My fantasy world can officially recommence next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/4394213713747898569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/true-blove-blood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4394213713747898569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4394213713747898569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/true-blove-blood.html' title='True B[love]/ Blood'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-5104527039204311666</id><published>2010-06-07T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:22:04.701-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='understanding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knowledge'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth'/><title type='text'>Understanding</title><summary type='text'>When I came to Japan, almost 3 years ago, I was significantly lacking in understanding. 90% of my day was spent either misunderstanding or exclaiming "I don't understand" [ wakarimasen in Japanese]. People would constantly attempt to engage me in conversation with words I could not understand. My dictionary was like my bible and even then it only helped to ascertain the meaning of certain words </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/5104527039204311666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/understanding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/5104527039204311666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/5104527039204311666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/understanding.html' title='Understanding'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-2273139377166817915</id><published>2010-06-03T21:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T00:38:07.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rue mcclanahan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Golden girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slut'/><title type='text'>The Slut is Dead, Long Live the Slut!</title><summary type='text'>A large part of who I am today I owe to the Golden Girls. A significant amount of my youth was spent watching Golden Girls reruns on Lifetime TV with my Mumzy. These moments, I believe, helped to shape me into the woman I am today. Particularly Blanche, whose confidence and sexuality have been somewhat of a blueprint for my life. So it is with a heavy heart that I now type this blog after hearing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/2273139377166817915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/slut-is-dead-long-live-slut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2273139377166817915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2273139377166817915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/slut-is-dead-long-live-slut.html' title='The Slut is Dead, Long Live the Slut!'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-2742041486058057501</id><published>2010-06-01T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T23:30:57.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='here'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='now.'/><title type='text'>Here and Now</title><summary type='text'>What's more certain than the here and now? This moment, this place, right here, right now. The present. As far as we know everything outside of this might all be an illusion. The past and the future are fleeting. Memories and dreams.What we have, within our reach and grasp is the present. Right now. Yesterday as I spoke to one of my best friends about my past lovers and all the obstacles I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/2742041486058057501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/here-and-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2742041486058057501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2742041486058057501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/06/here-and-now.html' title='Here and Now'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-5863761621688118410</id><published>2010-05-31T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T00:45:53.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='25th'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='June 1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>Birth Month -- Re:Birth</title><summary type='text'>It's June!!! and you know what this means??? It's my birth month!!! Yaaaaaaaaaay!!!This year is especially significant to me as I celebrate my 25th year walking amongst the "living" on Mother Earth. A quarter of a century later and here I am. Almost 9000 miles from the land of my birth and hopefully 25 years wiser and more enlightened than I was at the beginning.It has often been said that life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/5863761621688118410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/05/birth-month-rebirth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/5863761621688118410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/5863761621688118410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/05/birth-month-rebirth.html' title='Birth Month -- Re:Birth'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TAS6HtOM3lI/AAAAAAAAAic/GUYEHLjCflc/s72-c/blackpearl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-6143188489380665991</id><published>2010-05-28T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T00:30:00.976-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental training'/><title type='text'>メンタル　トレーニング [Mental Training]</title><summary type='text'>This week in Japanese class I had to do comprehension practice on an article about Mental Training. Apparently it's a new phenomena, amongst businessmen, of self-actualization. Basically you picture your successful future self then that future self turns and faces your present self. At which point, as future successful you, you pinpoint all the things that are lacking in your present life and all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/6143188489380665991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/05/mental-training.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6143188489380665991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6143188489380665991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/05/mental-training.html' title='メンタル　トレーニング [Mental Training]'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-4074175375475349251</id><published>2010-05-18T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:38:16.097-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save the world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='party cup'/><title type='text'>The Party Cup can Save the World!</title><summary type='text'>Okay I must admit that, at first, I thought all this party cup business was just another asinine craze with zero meaning much like a lot of our new Dancehall "hit songs" *cough* Clarks *cough*.Then I began thinking about it and I've realised that the party cup might just be the best and most environmentally conscious craze to come out of the Dancehall [since "Sweep" of course].Consider the number</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/4074175375475349251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/05/party-cup-can-save-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4074175375475349251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/4074175375475349251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/05/party-cup-can-save-world.html' title='The Party Cup can Save the World!'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-3459271496408693440</id><published>2010-05-13T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T00:21:06.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='too much soy milk'/><title type='text'>Too Much Soy Milk</title><summary type='text'>I recently got into a seemingly bitchy situation with a member of the opposite sex which led me to the conclusion that possibly, quite possibly, there are "men" in this world who are walking around with latent vaginas. The situation that led to this epiphany was startling while at the same time puzzling to me. You see, I, Nadya Dee, being a female with the corresponding female parts am </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.wnd.com/news/article.asp?ARTICLE_ID=53327' title='Too Much Soy Milk'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/3459271496408693440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/05/too-much-soy-milk.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3459271496408693440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3459271496408693440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/05/too-much-soy-milk.html' title='Too Much Soy Milk'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-3107745903555031586</id><published>2010-05-09T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:37:13.913-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fuckry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='how to'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self help'/><title type='text'>How To Promote Your Event via Facebook</title><summary type='text'>Ever since the advent of the innernets and the plethora of social networking websites that came with it I've noticed a few interesting changes since the last time I promoted a party. i.e. any ice donkey can now do it!And with these few simple, easy-to-follow steps you too can promote your event just as well as any other imbecile who has an e-mail account and has signed up for a profile on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/3107745903555031586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/05/how-to-promote-your-event-via-facebook.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3107745903555031586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/3107745903555031586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/05/how-to-promote-your-event-via-facebook.html' title='How To Promote Your Event via Facebook'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/S-d9kZ0FhhI/AAAAAAAAAiM/fmRMOB4qJII/s72-c/fbcreategroup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-6427579305916068520</id><published>2010-04-20T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T00:23:41.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mango tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mango'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><title type='text'>Me Mango Tree</title><summary type='text'>Oh woe is mewhenever I think of me mango treebefore I even know who I beI knew that precious mango treeEvery morning I would wake to seethat tree standing so royallyMe mango treeMe mango treeMe mango treeI long to seeyou see I never raise in the countryor even living by the seaI born and grow in Kingston CityI have no long lasting memoriesof sitting under treesresting in the summer breezeor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/6427579305916068520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/04/me-mango-tree.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6427579305916068520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/6427579305916068520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/04/me-mango-tree.html' title='Me Mango Tree'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/S86lCaWgxwI/AAAAAAAAAhc/C0Z93USWL2o/s72-c/mango+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-749405963716512681</id><published>2010-04-07T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T22:14:47.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recently'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Purgatory</title><summary type='text'>So I've been immensely preoccupied lately. I haven't even been tweeting as often as I used to. Which must mean that I've been less idle. I tend to tweet non-stop when I'm at school with nothing to do and the twitter page in front of me. Random mind farts. But recently not so much. This might be partly due to my new fascination: tumblr. I like it more because I can be me without having to wonder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/749405963716512681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/04/purgatory.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/749405963716512681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/749405963716512681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/04/purgatory.html' title='Purgatory'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-8754581610739583939</id><published>2010-03-23T23:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:42:22.720-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prophecy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mystery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><title type='text'>Prophecy by David Seltzer</title><summary type='text'>Yattaaaa!!! I knew it was Prophecy! I just knewed it!!! iNican sleep in peace tonightNadYa Dee</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/8754581610739583939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/03/prophecy-by-david-seltzer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8754581610739583939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8754581610739583939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/03/prophecy-by-david-seltzer.html' title='Prophecy by David Seltzer'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-8645975461054013386</id><published>2010-03-23T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:39:07.321-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reading'/><title type='text'>at the tip of my brain...</title><summary type='text'>So I've been filling up my virtual library on Shelfari for the past hour or so [See bookshelf on left or click here]. Yes I am THAT idle. But that's not the point of this post. This is about what's swimming around in my mind. An experience that has somehow floated to the top of my subconscious as a result of me digging up memories of books past. Here's the story: When I was in high school I met a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/8645975461054013386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/03/so-ive-been-filling-up-my-virtual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8645975461054013386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8645975461054013386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/03/so-ive-been-filling-up-my-virtual.html' title='at the tip of my brain...'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-8481316347713423804</id><published>2010-03-23T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T22:31:18.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nothing in particular'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Writing Constipation</title><summary type='text'>There are two or three stories sitting on my brain right now but I just can't seem to pass them out. So I've been signing on to Blogger randomly. Hoping something will come. But it doesn't. Maybe I'm just lazy and unwilling to settle into a long term commitment such as a story because I've been tumbling and tweeting out all hell. I feel myself slowing to an impasse. I need a jolt of excitement or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/8481316347713423804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/03/writing-constipation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8481316347713423804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8481316347713423804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/03/writing-constipation.html' title='Writing Constipation'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-7679067857269709356</id><published>2010-03-14T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:45:21.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school shit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cleaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garbage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Souji</title><summary type='text'>Now I know I'm not the neatest and tidiest person in the world. I never have been. On a regs there's countless articles of clothing scattered on my bedroom floor. However, there is one thing that I am not, and that is NASTY. I don't like maggots, roaches, flies, rats anything that signifies uncleanliness. That includes bad smells and unsightly stains etc etc. Now don't get me wrong, I don't think</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/7679067857269709356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/03/souji.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7679067857269709356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7679067857269709356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/03/souji.html' title='Souji'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-8525654394201438427</id><published>2010-03-11T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:22:24.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='locks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cute'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoyances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japan'/><title type='text'>Growth</title><summary type='text'>I'm going to write a story today. Or rather, I intend to write a story today. However things almost never work out as I intend them. That being said I figured I should get this blog/rant out of my system before I switched into creative mode. This blog post is about growth as well as something that has been irking me about Japanese people for a while now. i.e. How oblivious they are to the growth </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/8525654394201438427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/03/growth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8525654394201438427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/8525654394201438427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/03/growth.html' title='Growth'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-2596016380131549107</id><published>2010-03-04T16:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:57:54.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarity'/><title type='text'>Old Spice 'The Man your man could smell like'</title><summary type='text'>OMG I just love this ad. Hilarity! Here's the script:Hello, ladies, look at your man, and now back to me. Now back at your man, and now back to me. Sadly, he isn’t me, but if he stopped using ladies scented body wash and switch to Old Spice, he could smell like he’s me. Look down, back up, where are you? You’re on a boat with the man your man could smell like. What’s in your hand, back at me. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/2596016380131549107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/03/old-spice-man-your-man-could-smell-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2596016380131549107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/2596016380131549107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/03/old-spice-man-your-man-could-smell-like.html' title='Old Spice &apos;The Man your man could smell like&apos;'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-7129279310191615799</id><published>2010-02-22T21:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T22:00:48.629-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40 days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abstaining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lent'/><title type='text'>Lack thereof...</title><summary type='text'>You ever notice that in the moment you mentally decide to NOT do something that's when the temptations come??? I guess that's what LENT is all about...resisting temptations when you're at your weakest.That Jesus sure was a strong bredda sah...cause I have already back-sloden (yes I just made that word up....low mi)Anyhoo... I'm getting back on the horse...and I not coming off til I slay this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/7129279310191615799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/02/lack-thereof.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7129279310191615799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7129279310191615799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/02/lack-thereof.html' title='Lack thereof...'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-7476218097372987099</id><published>2010-02-17T19:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:51:40.364-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lioness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rasta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Lioness Rising ::: ROAR!</title><summary type='text'>There's a passion burning deep within me. Telling me to fight against oppression subjugation racism slavery. My spirit is growling. Vexed!Cursing the systems which have been put in place to disenfranchise the African raceBabylon system!A roar is bubbling in my soula roar so mighty that it will shake the earth to its core toppling buildingsmarkers of civilization built upon the blood sweat and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/7476218097372987099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/02/lioness-rising-roar.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7476218097372987099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/7476218097372987099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/02/lioness-rising-roar.html' title='Lioness Rising ::: ROAR!'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/S3yyuZGyQfI/AAAAAAAAAgo/hNPtYKULf5M/s72-c/lioness_sunset_2001_by_thomas_r_wilke.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624961.post-280099758213860203</id><published>2010-02-16T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:18:07.805-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='40 days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overproof white rum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lent'/><title type='text'>For Lent</title><summary type='text'>I'm giving up the bottle for Lent and maybe meat but I'm not 100% sure about the meat as yet....we'll see how that goes. Oh and junk food. Definitely junk food. And no cigarettes and no sex. So yes. There you have it. 40 days: no alcohol, no meat, no junk food, no sex AND no cigarettes!And I'll try to do updates on my progress or lack thereof.Wish me Luck!Ganbarimasssuuuuu!!!!iNiam an abstaining </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/feeds/280099758213860203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/02/for-lent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/280099758213860203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34624961/posts/default/280099758213860203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.nadyadee.com/2010/02/for-lent.html' title='For Lent'/><author><name>NadYa Dee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11791334108861851609</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PBDSTU2r8Ac/TLUKZF-WUTI/AAAAAAAAAjg/SSIyPM8HnvI/S220/DSC00921_2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
