<?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-4272574324465460076</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:22:43.665-07:00</updated><category term='Commitment'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Confession'/><category term='Ideas'/><category term='Tour Bold Thoughts'/><category term='Reflections'/><category term='Get Off'/><title type='text'>Bon3 Yard</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bon3yard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4272574324465460076/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bon3yard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Obbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06320590821460431441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI_49Tza3xo/TKALWFu_t1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/igyB8hrsElk/S220/58638_569199504464_199305551_33130935_5452265_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272574324465460076.post-1877810916674938307</id><published>2009-08-31T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T11:15:19.615-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confession'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Commitment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Off'/><title type='text'>Something to get off my chest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know there are different definitions for words. Some share similar meanings while others have a more distinct meaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Commitment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. The state of being bound emotionally or intellectually to a course of action or to another person or persons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI_49Tza3xo/SpwSlflWG3I/AAAAAAAAABY/E4KJsOtw1Sk/s1600-h/6ce9437e-5eec-6c4b-eb25-7bff9e735749-life_package_atripla_ab_couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI_49Tza3xo/SpwSlflWG3I/AAAAAAAAABY/E4KJsOtw1Sk/s320/6ce9437e-5eec-6c4b-eb25-7bff9e735749-life_package_atripla_ab_couple.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376192490516126578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  After some soul searching and some deep pondering, it's evident that i have a remote fear of commitment. You're probably wondering why in the hell are you blogging about something of this magnitude? After this weekend I've had a lot going on in my mind that I had been thinking about. After a conversation with my mom, it got me to thinking about something. For those of you that know me personally you know that I enjoy my single life, and for those of you that dont you know now. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;There is a young lady that I've known since middle school(we'll call her BQ23), and we've recently started back to talk/hanging out/etc... during the summer. Now since I've gotten re-acquainted with her I must say that she is an interesting young woman to say the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Now when it comes to getting to know someone, I like to take things slow because when you're not patient and rush things you wind up often times in a situation that is detrimental. So I will say that as far as her personality is concerned, she definitely has positive traits that make her stand out as a woman(She loves football, she carries herself with grace.poise, she's intelligent). The thing that's crazy is I like her personality, but I'm really not sure if I'm physically attracted to her. Maybe I'm making excuses or I'm just being shallow. IDK and it frustrates the hell out of me sometimes. Anyway, I'm somewhat apprehensive because I don't want to screw up a potentially good friendship, but at the same time I don't want to let a potentially good girl get away and wind up wanting to kick myself because I let her slip away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Now I already know, I'm going to hear just let things play out. Dangit, that's what I'm doing(or at least I'm lying and trying to make myself believe that I am.lol) IDK this is just something I wanted to get out of my brain and off my chest, since writing is theraputic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Blessings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;-E-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4272574324465460076-1877810916674938307?l=bon3yard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bon3yard.blogspot.com/feeds/1877810916674938307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bon3yard.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-to-get-off-my-chest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4272574324465460076/posts/default/1877810916674938307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4272574324465460076/posts/default/1877810916674938307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bon3yard.blogspot.com/2009/08/something-to-get-off-my-chest.html' title='Something to get off my chest...'/><author><name>Obbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06320590821460431441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI_49Tza3xo/TKALWFu_t1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/igyB8hrsElk/S220/58638_569199504464_199305551_33130935_5452265_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI_49Tza3xo/SpwSlflWG3I/AAAAAAAAABY/E4KJsOtw1Sk/s72-c/6ce9437e-5eec-6c4b-eb25-7bff9e735749-life_package_atripla_ab_couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272574324465460076.post-8415675988084584952</id><published>2009-08-26T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T08:37:40.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought...</title><content type='html'>I was thinking last night that I may not be at church every Sunday, but I still do recognize and know where my blessings come from. God has blessed me to not only have 1 but 2 jobs in the midst of the craptastic economy. Just something to get out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4272574324465460076-8415675988084584952?l=bon3yard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bon3yard.blogspot.com/feeds/8415675988084584952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bon3yard.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4272574324465460076/posts/default/8415675988084584952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4272574324465460076/posts/default/8415675988084584952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bon3yard.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought...'/><author><name>Obbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06320590821460431441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI_49Tza3xo/TKALWFu_t1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/igyB8hrsElk/S220/58638_569199504464_199305551_33130935_5452265_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272574324465460076.post-2717918653907823666</id><published>2009-07-16T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:59:42.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour Bold Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on the Blackberry Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the Verizon store the other day because I wanted to test out the latest RIM device, the Blackberry Tour. Overall, the phone is good. The new OS 4.7 is pretty nice. Due to the &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI_49Tza3xo/Sl9BsZTr4aI/AAAAAAAAABI/WqlPcrZp5-w/s1600-h/rim_blackberry_tour_i01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 172px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI_49Tza3xo/Sl9BsZTr4aI/AAAAAAAAABI/WqlPcrZp5-w/s320/rim_blackberry_tour_i01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359074312557683106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;phone's increased RAM, the phone runs very smoothly and there is more room for your applications. The web browser on it is still sub-par compared to the other web browsers that exist. The speaker on the phone is pretty decent, but compared to the Bold's speaker, the Bold definitely trumps the Tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest gripe about the phone would be the keyboard. Since I have thick fingers, typing on&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI_49Tza3xo/Sl9BHUIs3LI/AAAAAAAAAA4/80fUe8jxRg0/s1600-h/rim_blackberry_tour_i04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI_49Tza3xo/Sl9BHUIs3LI/AAAAAAAAAA4/80fUe8jxRg0/s320/rim_blackberry_tour_i04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359073675514272946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this device is a little hard for me. I'm not able to type as quickly as I can with my Curve 8330. Another gripe is the lack of wi-fi. Everyone bitches about not needing wi-fi, saying things like, "Oh Verizon provides ample coverage so I don't need wi-fi" or "You're already paying for a data plan, so why do you need wi-fi?".&lt;br /&gt;Screw you guys, I would like to have that amenity there at my disposal. Since they wanna break it down like that, this is just like Verizon trying to sell you a netbook without wi-fi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, at this very moment if I didn't have my curve 8330 with Sprint, my next immediate choice would be to get a Bold w/ AT&amp;amp;T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4272574324465460076-2717918653907823666?l=bon3yard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bon3yard.blogspot.com/feeds/2717918653907823666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bon3yard.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts-on-blackberry-tour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4272574324465460076/posts/default/2717918653907823666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4272574324465460076/posts/default/2717918653907823666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bon3yard.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts-on-blackberry-tour.html' title='Thoughts on the Blackberry Tour'/><author><name>Obbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06320590821460431441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI_49Tza3xo/TKALWFu_t1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/igyB8hrsElk/S220/58638_569199504464_199305551_33130935_5452265_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI_49Tza3xo/Sl9BsZTr4aI/AAAAAAAAABI/WqlPcrZp5-w/s72-c/rim_blackberry_tour_i01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4272574324465460076.post-6398032037992881461</id><published>2009-07-14T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T10:03:29.687-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ideas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Random Thought(More to a Man's Life)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just one of my many random thoughts. As I lounging and a convo with my dad, I began to dwell on a thought that had been bouncing around in my brain for a while now. If you are familiar with movies such as Scarface, American Gangster, Blow, etc. you may take notice that they all seem to have a common theme to them. IMO, Al Pacino as Tony Montana sums it up wit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;h this quote,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI_49Tza3xo/SlyprLWQ1BI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RX5aVku5NlI/s1600-h/scarface-the-world-is-yours-20050421111747883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 269px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI_49Tza3xo/SlyprLWQ1BI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RX5aVku5NlI/s320/scarface-the-world-is-yours-20050421111747883.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358344215909684242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"In this c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;ountry,              y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;ou gotta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; make the money first. Then when you get the money, you get              the power. Then when you get the power, then you get the women."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tony              Montana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy having both, but IMO I feel like there is more to get out of life than "stacking paper" or "chasing dress tails". The movies are great movies, as they depict s the story in a phenomenal way. It just seems like from the Average Joe, to the "Ballin Rapper" that is all that  cats are infatuated with getting....Like they say "More Money, More Problems".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this post on Steve Bunyan's website and it is entitled, Be A Man. A must read for all you gentlemen out there. The ideas in this post are geared towards improving interactions with women, however, they also resonate into other aspects of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;http://ow.ly/gQwM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace and Blessings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-E-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4272574324465460076-6398032037992881461?l=bon3yard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bon3yard.blogspot.com/feeds/6398032037992881461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bon3yard.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-thoughmore-to-mans-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4272574324465460076/posts/default/6398032037992881461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4272574324465460076/posts/default/6398032037992881461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bon3yard.blogspot.com/2009/07/random-thoughmore-to-mans-life.html' title='A Random Thought(More to a Man&apos;s Life)'/><author><name>Obbi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06320590821460431441</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iI_49Tza3xo/TKALWFu_t1I/AAAAAAAAAB0/igyB8hrsElk/S220/58638_569199504464_199305551_33130935_5452265_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iI_49Tza3xo/SlyprLWQ1BI/AAAAAAAAAAw/RX5aVku5NlI/s72-c/scarface-the-world-is-yours-20050421111747883.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
