<?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-6457123507480031630</id><updated>2011-10-02T10:13:20.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside The Mind of Duante' B.</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts, Feelings and Perspectives of Me...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-1372901351951699715</id><published>2011-01-04T09:14:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T09:15:52.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW SITE!</title><summary type='text'>ATTENTION SUBSCRIBERS!  I NOW HAVE A NEW DOMAIN!  PLEASE CHECK IT OUT AND SUBSCRIBE AS YOU HAVE TO THIS ONE!I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT, BIG THINGS COMING IN THE YEAR 2011!HTTP://WWW.4THELOVEOFDEVIOUS.COMLOVE YOU ALL!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/1372901351951699715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-site.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/1372901351951699715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/1372901351951699715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-site.html' title='NEW SITE!'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-3225603750080188567</id><published>2010-06-30T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T15:23:55.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Loves Who More?</title><summary type='text'>Last Sunday evening, while posted up against a brownstone in New York City, a few friends and I had a conversation about life, goals, aspirations and of course love/relationships.  One part of the conversation, specifically stuck out from everything else mentioned and although I read about this awhile ago, it made ten times more sense when hearing it this second time.  What one of them said was, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/3225603750080188567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-loves-who-more.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/3225603750080188567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/3225603750080188567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-loves-who-more.html' title='Who Loves Who More?'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/TCuZnd5ULZI/AAAAAAAAAD8/xjSDJUtGalc/s72-c/bigstockphoto_Candy_Hearts_3633441.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-1182190850699350749</id><published>2010-06-11T03:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T03:36:05.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You In The Equation?</title><summary type='text'> There was a quote on “Why Did I Get Married Too” that really stood out to me and I've had it semi stuck in my head ever since.  Sheila tells Troy, “It's so hard to be with a good man, after being with a bad one.”  Troy responds, “It's even harder to be with a good woman, after she's had a bad man.”   The two quotes make so much sense to me and I think Tyler Perry was on point for including them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/1182190850699350749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-are-you-in-equation.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/1182190850699350749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/1182190850699350749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/06/who-are-you-in-equation.html' title='Who Are You In The Equation?'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/TBHnVVEOZMI/AAAAAAAAAD0/XdeWeefwlkI/s72-c/Love-Hurts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-8031115125833550815</id><published>2010-06-10T03:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T03:47:31.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><summary type='text'>Wassup Subscribers, Readers, Fans, Friends and Fam!  It is I, Duante', checking in.  I know it's been awhile and I've been slacking, but I've been living life and learning lessons.  Which on the good side means more blogs to post because I post from experience.  This post isn't too deep, just wanted to say hello to everyone.  Thank you for being a loyal reader and sticking with me through this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/8031115125833550815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/8031115125833550815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/8031115125833550815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-404101582962243021</id><published>2010-05-04T10:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T10:46:10.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheaters Never Prosper</title><summary type='text'>Wassup Readers! A subscriber of mine contacted me and asked if I could write and post an entry on cheating in reference to romantic relationships.  Because I value each and every person that reads and responds to my blog, here you go.Cheating is one of the most major causes that end relationships.  Why do people cheat?  From observation and even once being guilty myself, it's due to a person </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/404101582962243021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/05/cheaters-never-prosper.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/404101582962243021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/404101582962243021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/05/cheaters-never-prosper.html' title='Cheaters Never Prosper'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/S-Ay1_GlMzI/AAAAAAAAADs/V5u0nOM2qTI/s72-c/cheating-girl.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-3698255006729911328</id><published>2010-04-14T01:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T01:22:57.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What If...</title><summary type='text'>As humans we are always faced with options, at least two in most circumstances.  Do I go right or left?  Up or Down? In or Out?  You get the point.  And whichever option we choose, we're left sometimes wondering what if we would have chose the other route, so to speak.We tend to most times take whichever route is safer and in a lot of circumstances this makes perfect sense.  For example, when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/3698255006729911328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-if.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/3698255006729911328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/3698255006729911328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-if.html' title='What If...'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/S8VRG_mNIcI/AAAAAAAAADk/NWMHeIhWSg8/s72-c/what-if.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-480141532610514103</id><published>2010-03-23T10:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T10:23:14.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skeletons In The Closet</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure that most of my readers have heard the term, "everyone has skeletons in their closet" before.  For those who haven't, wasn't sure of what exactly it meant, I'll break it down.  Basically, what this phrase means is that everyone has done something in their past that they may not necessarily want folks to know about or have kept a secret.  This is such a true statement because everyone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/480141532610514103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/03/skeletons-in-closet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/480141532610514103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/480141532610514103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/03/skeletons-in-closet.html' title='Skeletons In The Closet'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/S6jOyr6ov1I/AAAAAAAAADc/zmJjSucLesc/s72-c/3236421931_f74c596723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-7537819819519166477</id><published>2010-03-05T15:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T15:39:38.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Drunken Mind, Speaks A Sober Heart</title><summary type='text'>I can remember since about the age of 13 hearing my older relatives often speak the phrase, "A drunken mind will speak a sober heart."  I often wondered what the hell wee these folks talking about.  How could a heart be anything other than sober and why would your mind be drunk?  It wasn't until later on in life, that I discovered the meaning behind this phrase that I had been hearing throughout </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/7537819819519166477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/03/drunken-mind-speaks-sober-heart.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/7537819819519166477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/7537819819519166477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/03/drunken-mind-speaks-sober-heart.html' title='A Drunken Mind, Speaks A Sober Heart'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/S5FrbTEa8nI/AAAAAAAAADU/Fmfcx8hoI4g/s72-c/drunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-2209866006186645736</id><published>2010-02-05T18:15:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:19:53.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Makes A Healthy Realtionship?</title><summary type='text'>Wassup Readers! I hope you enjoyed and learned something from my last post.  I was requested to blog about a specific issue and because I love my followers, readers, etc. I'm granting the request.  Enjoy!I was asked to blog about, whether or not I would talk, date, enter into a relationship with someone who has been diagnosed with some type of incurable, long-term, or terminal disease; cancer, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/2209866006186645736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/02/wassup-readers-i-hope-you-enjoyed-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/2209866006186645736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/2209866006186645736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/02/wassup-readers-i-hope-you-enjoyed-and.html' title='What Makes A Healthy Realtionship?'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/S2-Q4oOepzI/AAAAAAAAADE/-Z3VPHQgny0/s72-c/decisions-by-zebble-flickr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-8055985643324989181</id><published>2010-02-04T17:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T23:20:37.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stereotypes &amp; Misconceptions</title><summary type='text'>This entry will be a little different than any other blog entry I've posted thus far.  As, you read, you may or may not agree.  Enjoy.For about as long as there have been people of different sizes, ethnicities, races, genders, sexualities and economic classes, there's been stereotypes.  Stereotypes are developed when people generalize a group of similar individuals after observing or hearing of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/8055985643324989181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/02/stereotypes-misconceptions.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/8055985643324989181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/8055985643324989181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2010/02/stereotypes-misconceptions.html' title='Stereotypes &amp; Misconceptions'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/S2-RDPCSYlI/AAAAAAAAADM/s6HLsVhrG2s/s72-c/chimpnypost21809_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-7054858678612346138</id><published>2009-12-30T02:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T03:20:24.875-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baggage</title><summary type='text'>With the new year rapidly approaching, I've heard and seen many people discuss new years resolutions, gym plans and weight loss objectives, etc.  I haven't heard pratically anyone discuss baggage.  I know many of you at this point are like WTF is he typing about now, but just hear me, well in this case, read me out.  Every year we sit around and discuss the changes that we plan to make in the new</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/7054858678612346138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/12/baggage.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/7054858678612346138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/7054858678612346138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/12/baggage.html' title='Baggage'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-2909027637362763396</id><published>2009-12-08T02:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:46:32.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man Scorned</title><summary type='text'>So as we become closer to facing the dawn of another year, 2010.  I find myself still left with a new years resolution, if you will, that has yet to have been accomplished from the year before.  Anyone, that is familiar with my blog knows that my blog focuses primarily on love, relationships and any and everything inbetween.  And so does last years resolution.  There's an old saying that goes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/2909027637362763396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/12/man-scorned.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/2909027637362763396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/2909027637362763396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/12/man-scorned.html' title='A Man Scorned'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sx4FfnofDqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0PsLPUzP4rM/s72-c/100817327_14cf746f5e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-3587322189885343394</id><published>2009-11-05T10:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:52:27.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grass Isn't Always Greener</title><summary type='text'>Often times it seems as if we as humans are always looking for the next best thing.  Unable to just appreciate and be happy with what or who it is that we already have in our possession.  This is not necessarily always a bad trait, depending on what it is pertaining to because in life you should always strive for better.  However, when it comes to dating and relationships, this is not always the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/3587322189885343394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/11/grass-isnt-always-greener.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/3587322189885343394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/3587322189885343394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/11/grass-isnt-always-greener.html' title='The Grass Isn&apos;t Always Greener'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/SvL0oiFMJqI/AAAAAAAAAC0/hCOPBgaulwA/s72-c/water1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-4399771695803445401</id><published>2009-10-28T03:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T03:39:24.122-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Insecurities</title><summary type='text'>I've observed over the years that many relationships encounter problems due to the insecurities of one mate or both.  It seems as though people jump into these relationships thinking that they will be able to conquer anything without logically evaluating things first.  First, I don't care what anyone says, that whole "love will conquer all" BS is just that BS!  Not saying I don't believe in love,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/4399771695803445401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/10/insecurities.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/4399771695803445401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/4399771695803445401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/10/insecurities.html' title='Insecurities'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-216911060415441746</id><published>2009-08-19T18:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T05:20:54.132-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That DAMN 4 Letter Word!</title><summary type='text'>You guessed it!  LOVE!  Webster defines love as 1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person. 2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend. Now while I don't exactly think a dictionary which is man-made and written can tell me what love is, the definitions are close to what I believe it is.  Now this blog is not about what love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/216911060415441746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-damn-4-letter-word.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/216911060415441746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/216911060415441746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/08/that-damn-4-letter-word.html' title='That DAMN 4 Letter Word!'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/SpcZecssa_I/AAAAAAAAACk/laCL2fbbfhU/s72-c/712826_love_you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-6412248688497629002</id><published>2009-08-19T15:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T19:41:48.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Equality</title><summary type='text'>Wassup Folks!  It's been a minute since I've came through and have spoke with you'll, but here I am!  What I wanted to blog about real quick today is equality.  From assumption one would probably think that I'm speaking of equality as far as rights for races, sexes or genders, but this entry is actually about equality when it comes to friendship.For quite some time now and more-so recently, I've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/6412248688497629002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/08/equality.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/6412248688497629002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/6412248688497629002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/08/equality.html' title='Equality'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/SpcZuBB7_xI/AAAAAAAAACs/DyXuRvgCyyg/s72-c/justice-scale-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-7068705610507984662</id><published>2009-07-22T13:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:07:23.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Really "In Love" or Just Infatuated?</title><summary type='text'>More than often I hear people using the word "I'm in love with him/her" or "my lover" or "I love..." and this is usually after they've known the person 3-4 weeks and I always wonder how are you sure and how do you know you are in love with someone after such a short period of time?  Now, I'm not trying to put a timestamp on how long it takes for someone to fall in love, but I just honestly don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/7068705610507984662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-really-in-love-or-just.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/7068705610507984662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/7068705610507984662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/07/are-you-really-in-love-or-just.html' title='Are You Really &quot;In Love&quot; or Just Infatuated?'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/SmdHQGBia8I/AAAAAAAAACc/RqvMCkZ5A1E/s72-c/439061878_207254e652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-8540550996319748723</id><published>2009-07-21T03:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T03:07:19.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Sex vs. Bad Sex</title><summary type='text'>*cues* Salt N Pepa - Let's Talk About SexFirst and foremost, my apologies to my subscribers and readers it's been a minute since I posted.  Let's just say maybe I began to get addicted to that drug I blogged about awhile ago, but I'm back.  I chose to not post anything too deep tonight, and to save that entry for sometime tomorrow, but I needed to post something.  This is a very fun loving topic!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/8540550996319748723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-sex-vs-bad-sex.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/8540550996319748723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/8540550996319748723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-sex-vs-bad-sex.html' title='Good Sex vs. Bad Sex'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/SmVpHB-Lm3I/AAAAAAAAACU/FsCIUH_kNXA/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-7323958692866042639</id><published>2009-06-21T10:18:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T10:23:20.145-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Possession is 9/10s of the Law</title><summary type='text'>Waddup Folks, it's been about a week and I'm due for a new blog entry.  This morning I want to talk about possessions and "possessive people" (sometimes known as obsessive people).  As I think back to child hood, I can remember...  Well actually first let me break down something, which is known to citizens of the U.S. as the 9/10s possession law.  According to the U.S. government and it's laws, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/7323958692866042639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/06/possession-is-910s-of-law.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/7323958692866042639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/7323958692866042639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/06/possession-is-910s-of-law.html' title='Possession is 9/10s of the Law'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sj5CSBooH0I/AAAAAAAAACM/3Xm_szSxn9A/s72-c/1845249554_9c73158188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-3624932942289203647</id><published>2009-06-16T06:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T08:10:09.237-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Positive Energy</title><summary type='text'>I thought I'd take the time to post about something other than love and relationships because there's so much more I want to share.  What I've chosen to write about at this time is the importance of surrounding yourself with the likes of positive people.Many people don't realize the effect that surrounding yourself with positive people can have on your life, as well as the effects being around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/3624932942289203647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/06/positive-energy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/3624932942289203647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/3624932942289203647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/06/positive-energy.html' title='Positive Energy'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sjdw_RoROBI/AAAAAAAAACE/OWqSBjiOW2c/s72-c/3232784194_894dbf5336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-5209149618747187037</id><published>2009-06-16T05:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T05:01:34.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Microwave Relationships</title><summary type='text'>We as humans are in such a need for instant gratification that often times we are rushing for the quickest solution.  One of the biggest areas that we often fall victim to this, is with relationships.  Everyone wants to love and be loved, but doesn't want to take the time that needs to be put in.  I hear people often talking about their "husband" or their "wife" and have only known these folks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/5209149618747187037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/06/microwave-relationships.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/5209149618747187037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/5209149618747187037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/06/microwave-relationships.html' title='Microwave Relationships'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/SjdfZStE6pI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Z-pd6Eg6rbc/s72-c/54minuterice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-6302209054946478087</id><published>2009-06-10T16:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T16:54:13.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mannequins</title><summary type='text'>Growing up I was always one of the cutest out of the folks I hung with.  And I don't say this to be conceited and by the end of this entry you'll realize that. Anywho, I was always one of the cuter dudes and valued my great looks, I mean hey they came in handy.As I got older, my appearance changed and my look matured, still attractive, turning heads, etc, etc.  But, I began to see that there were</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/6302209054946478087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/06/mannequins.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/6302209054946478087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/6302209054946478087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/06/mannequins.html' title='Mannequins'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/SjAYz-sYHTI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XVI0QvWon5k/s72-c/mannequins.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-4309564523242541906</id><published>2009-06-03T02:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T03:08:14.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminisce</title><summary type='text'>Sooo...my latest blog is a poem, like to hear it, here it goes...To be so close, but yet so far away.Makes me think to back in the day.Back to when it was you and me,The way it was suppose to be.But, things change, cycles revolveYet we're left still looking involved, playing along.Still wondering where we went wrong.I sit beside you as you sleep,Makes me think back to when we use to......beep!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/4309564523242541906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminisce.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/4309564523242541906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/4309564523242541906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/06/reminisce.html' title='Reminisce'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/SiYhT19EU-I/AAAAAAAAABs/63VYuZDEj94/s72-c/memory.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-5302590403282989229</id><published>2009-06-01T22:08:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:37:27.531-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Sex</title><summary type='text'>So I was riding in the car headed to DC and on the radio comes "Birthday Sex" by Jeremiah. And it made me start to reminisce about some "birthday sex" I had and have given. I love the song and after thinking about my birthday sex experience I loved it even more. The song is sooooooo on point and so was the sex! Lol. This is so not my regular type of post, but I figured I'd give you'll something a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/5302590403282989229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-sex.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/5302590403282989229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/5302590403282989229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-sex.html' title='Birthday Sex'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/SiSJyaSRzXI/AAAAAAAAABk/25EIW-T-u9I/s72-c/birthday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-5643732952117149927</id><published>2009-06-01T22:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:08:38.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dating Game</title><summary type='text'>So the separation has taken place and it's time to get back out there and test the waters. You know go fishing for all those fishes that people have told you are in the sea. You start flirting with folks, getting numbers, talking on the phone, etc. But, you can't help to compare these folks that you go on dates with to your last love. They're in the past for a reason, but you don't always realize</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/5643732952117149927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/06/dating-game.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/5643732952117149927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/5643732952117149927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/06/dating-game.html' title='The Dating Game'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/SiSJk9dUctI/AAAAAAAAABc/Qii8i08lk5Q/s72-c/datinggame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-2396906594301911060</id><published>2009-05-28T21:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T02:26:21.044-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovers &amp; Friends</title><summary type='text'> As Ludacris, Lil Jon and Usher's song "Lovers &amp; Friends" happen to start playing on the ipod which I have on random select, it made me begin to think. To think about what was, what is and what could have been. And then I began to wonder, should good friends ever cross over to becoming intimate? It is a huge risk of sacrificing a great friendship, if the relationship or intimate encounters don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/2396906594301911060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-ludacris-lil-jon-and-ushers-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/2396906594301911060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/2396906594301911060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/05/as-ludacris-lil-jon-and-ushers-song.html' title='Lovers &amp; Friends'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh86D0xhcnI/AAAAAAAAABU/iAg28GhmxZk/s72-c/402477754_3cb2f083e8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-7733085966302773986</id><published>2009-05-28T01:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T01:58:35.212-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Addictive Drug In The World</title><summary type='text'>I recently read two blogs on love and/or the lack thereof and they really seem to have hit home. I related to them so much in fact, that it inspired this one.Love is a crazy emotion, everyone wants it, but hates what comes along with it. Love is like an over the counter drug, it can become additive. And yes, you can overdose on it as well. It definitely has side effects like any other drug, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/7733085966302773986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/05/most-addictive-drug-in-world.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/7733085966302773986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/7733085966302773986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/05/most-addictive-drug-in-world.html' title='The Most Addictive Drug In The World'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4n5oiQ9II/AAAAAAAAABM/J_TaxIQ648A/s72-c/1329884331_5dfc001722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-8953246260403687686</id><published>2009-05-28T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:16:07.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><summary type='text'>One of the biggest attributes that we search for whether it be a relationship, friendship or anything else along those lines is TRUST! Trust is a quality that so many demand out of people, but don't always necessarily show that they deserve it. For the longest I was the type of person that went with the philosophy of trusting everyone, until they gave me a reason not to. I've changed my mind </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/8953246260403687686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/05/trust.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/8953246260403687686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/8953246260403687686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/05/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4LWzgGP8I/AAAAAAAAABA/Jhcv0SB-lKI/s72-c/trust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6457123507480031630.post-5622859180990661264</id><published>2009-05-27T22:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T00:17:16.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Duante B.</title><summary type='text'>Wassup World! Just wanted to formally, informally introduce you to myself and my blog. My name is Duante' B., a young, talented, educated and goal oriented black man. I decided to create this blog after being inspired by a friend of mines blog.I have a passion for writing and use to write and create poetry quite frequently some time ago, but lost the drive somewhere down the road. I've decided to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/feeds/5622859180990661264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/05/introducing-duante-b.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/5622859180990661264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6457123507480031630/posts/default/5622859180990661264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://juztduanteb.blogspot.com/2009/05/introducing-duante-b.html' title='Introducing Duante B.'/><author><name>Duante' B.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01769349897943029866</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-cfiqNUHnE/Sh4AoF33edI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PXBctSQlAME/S220/l_714dfb21e31e4412a379d8ec1e3a3029.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
