<?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-1768245535015718650</id><updated>2011-07-28T09:08:07.426-07:00</updated><category term='realityspin.webs.com'/><category term='Drinking'/><category term='sex'/><category term='finances'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Children'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='Mobeon'/><category term='American Product'/><category term='Society'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Mental Health'/><category term='Love'/><category term='woodworksresidents.fuzz.com'/><category term='psycology'/><category term='Monsoor Ali'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Random Rants'/><category term='mailing list'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='inspiration'/><category term='frustrated at being broke'/><category term='Blogg invitation'/><title type='text'>American Product Speaks Out</title><subtitle type='html'>As I journey through this so called life here in the U.S. of A., I notice and discover a lot of noteworthy things...Here are a few of those things and my reactions to them.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Product of America</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14625720680672342447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5HiBGBORGio/R_6CzIfPxLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eiMK1hLx0Mw/S220/me+split.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768245535015718650.post-3383981286601192844</id><published>2010-04-13T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T08:22:29.971-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Old Poem Revisited: From So Far Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#808000;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;Cant quite remember when I wrote this; bout 5 years ago. One of my better old ones so I thought I'd share it with y'all. As always, you feedback is desired and greatly appreciated so let me know what you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From So Far Away By M. Ali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;from so far away, your face still shines&lt;br /&gt;like fading sunsets so vivid in my mind&lt;br /&gt;from so far away, does your voice still ring&lt;br /&gt;in the back of my mind like sweet songs to sing&lt;br /&gt;from so far away, I breath your sweet scent&lt;br /&gt;of jasmine and roses, on winds do they hint&lt;br /&gt;from so far away, I remember your touch&lt;br /&gt;the gentle caress that I yearn for so much&lt;br /&gt;from so far away, I still feel your presence&lt;br /&gt;healing my soul with your comforting essence&lt;br /&gt;from so far away, I cling to your love&lt;br /&gt;like raindrops on lilies that come from above&lt;br /&gt;from so far away, alone in my room&lt;br /&gt;I pray to my god that I'll see you soon&lt;br /&gt;from so far away, it feels like forever&lt;br /&gt;to the day, I know again we'll be together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;~Dedicated to A.C.A.~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/1768245535015718650-3383981286601192844?l=americanproduct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/feeds/3383981286601192844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768245535015718650&amp;postID=3383981286601192844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default/3383981286601192844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default/3383981286601192844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/2010/04/old-poem-revisited-from-so-far-away.html' title='Old Poem Revisited: From So Far Away'/><author><name>Product of America</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14625720680672342447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5HiBGBORGio/R_6CzIfPxLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eiMK1hLx0Mw/S220/me+split.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768245535015718650.post-4480515818044312654</id><published>2010-04-09T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T11:02:42.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Poem By M.Ali</title><content type='html'>Here's my latest poetic creation. Tell me what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Still Waters By M. Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;My life like still waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Looking up and drowning&lt;br /&gt;murky , dark and warm&lt;br /&gt;broken heart yet still pounding&lt;br /&gt;I breath like a dream&lt;br /&gt;forgetting at times&lt;br /&gt;I speak with a scheme&lt;br /&gt;in rhythm and rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I sleep more than not&lt;br /&gt;forgetting the day&lt;br /&gt;awake in the eve&lt;br /&gt;forgetting to pray&lt;br /&gt;I long for His mercy&lt;br /&gt;I plead for His grace&lt;br /&gt;I long for a sign&lt;br /&gt;a glimpse of her face&lt;br /&gt;the memories burn&lt;br /&gt;as my thoughts run in haste&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of a time&lt;br /&gt;and thoughts of a place&lt;br /&gt;when life was carefree&lt;br /&gt;and living was fun&lt;br /&gt;when I was a king&lt;br /&gt;and forever young&lt;br /&gt;now life’s like a chore&lt;br /&gt;more burden than boon&lt;br /&gt;though I wish not for death&lt;br /&gt;lest later than soon&lt;br /&gt;for so many things&lt;br /&gt;have I yet to achieve&lt;br /&gt;and so many truths&lt;br /&gt;have I yet to perceive&lt;br /&gt;but how can I rise&lt;br /&gt;from such a deep sounding&lt;br /&gt;when my life is still waters&lt;br /&gt;looking up and drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768245535015718650-4480515818044312654?l=americanproduct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/feeds/4480515818044312654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768245535015718650&amp;postID=4480515818044312654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default/4480515818044312654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default/4480515818044312654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/2010/04/latest-poem-by-mali.html' title='Latest Poem By M.Ali'/><author><name>Product of America</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14625720680672342447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5HiBGBORGio/R_6CzIfPxLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eiMK1hLx0Mw/S220/me+split.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768245535015718650.post-7237683502636441721</id><published>2008-10-26T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T18:02:32.650-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='American Product'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogg invitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mailing list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsoor Ali'/><title type='text'>I made this posting to see if my mailing list works!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;This posting is specificly for my friends on my mailing list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've created this blog to voice my opinion and express the things that spawn in my head. I've invited you to review and comment on by blog postings. It's my way of keping in touch and letting you know that I'm still alive. Be sure to leave a com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HiBGBORGio/SQVfdX92vZI/AAAAAAAAACo/_QcEoZoh0Ug/s1600-h/Face.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HiBGBORGio/SQVfdX92vZI/AAAAAAAAACo/_QcEoZoh0Ug/s320/Face.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261716697906593170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ment letting me know what you think and how you feel. Aloha to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768245535015718650-7237683502636441721?l=americanproduct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/feeds/7237683502636441721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768245535015718650&amp;postID=7237683502636441721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default/7237683502636441721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default/7237683502636441721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-made-this-posting-to-see-if-my.html' title='I made this posting to see if my mailing list works!'/><author><name>Product of America</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14625720680672342447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5HiBGBORGio/R_6CzIfPxLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eiMK1hLx0Mw/S220/me+split.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HiBGBORGio/SQVfdX92vZI/AAAAAAAAACo/_QcEoZoh0Ug/s72-c/Face.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768245535015718650.post-5772320483427035856</id><published>2008-10-26T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T19:08:33.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mental Health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Rants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drinking'/><title type='text'>A little about me.</title><content type='html'>I've been diagnosed with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Skitsophrania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, bi-polar, manic depression, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ADHD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and anxiety. I have panic attacks all the time and the amount of rage in my system is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;outrageously&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;overwhelming&lt;/span&gt;. I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;prescribed&lt;/span&gt; 3 different &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;meds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;hesitant&lt;/span&gt; to use them. For the most part, I can function well on a day to day basis but the difficult thing is socializing and finding the energy and motivation to visit with the ones I love. Sometimes I just have to force myself to go outside and socialize so that I don't die in my bed. It really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hepls&lt;/span&gt; when&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HiBGBORGio/SQUauHB1UgI/AAAAAAAAACc/Frgg9BARjSw/s1600-h/me2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HiBGBORGio/SQUauHB1UgI/AAAAAAAAACc/Frgg9BARjSw/s200/me2" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261641119115334146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;booze is involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of booze... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; had a decent drink in God knows how long. Oh, how I long for a nice cold &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tankerae&lt;/span&gt; on the rocks. At the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of next month, I'm going to take a trip over to my sisters house and party my ass off. I need a break from all the stress of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bullshit&lt;/span&gt; life. I deserve it. And I don't care what my doctors say or what my X-wife, father or parents in law think.  I can either pop a bunch of pills that will turn me into a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' zombie or I can self medicate and have good time at doing it. Either way the feds get their tax money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the reason for my rebellion is because I have a low income and it's almost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;impossible&lt;/span&gt; to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;psycho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;therapy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;treatment with my income. Sure, I can get plenty of perscription filled but where is the therapy? Good thing God takes care of the poor and the fools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768245535015718650-5772320483427035856?l=americanproduct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/feeds/5772320483427035856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768245535015718650&amp;postID=5772320483427035856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default/5772320483427035856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default/5772320483427035856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-about-me.html' title='A little about me.'/><author><name>Product of America</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14625720680672342447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5HiBGBORGio/R_6CzIfPxLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eiMK1hLx0Mw/S220/me+split.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HiBGBORGio/SQUauHB1UgI/AAAAAAAAACc/Frgg9BARjSw/s72-c/me2' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768245535015718650.post-5457113968441058224</id><published>2008-07-22T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T10:57:20.514-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psycology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsoor Ali'/><title type='text'>Is it possibile to be in love with more than one person at a time?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Check out this &lt;a href="http://yedda.com/questions/lover_mate_9515741415241/answer4958829168211"&gt;interesting answer&lt;/a&gt; on Yedda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote style="border: 1px solid rgb(227, 228, 231); padding: 5px; background-color: rgb(253, 243, 231); text-align: left; direction: ltr;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(9, 100, 145);font-size:120;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://yedda.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static13.yedda.com/images/OrangeBalloonSmall.gif?EBEqsD+1ygg=" alt="Yedda – People. Sharing. Knowledge." style="border: 0px none ; vertical-align: middle;" border="0" height="26" width="30" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://yedda.com/questions/lover_mate_9515741415241/answer4958829168211"&gt;Is it possible to be in love with two people at ...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The simple answer is yes. One must truly understand what love is and what it means to be "in love". As I understand it, love is a complicated issue that can't be summed up in one sentence or generalized to satisfy the general populous of society. Love is &lt;strong&gt;more than an emotion&lt;/strong&gt;. Love can be felt, given, desired and is a concept that is made up of &lt;strong&gt;many other elements such as compassion, understanding, sensitivity, affection, sexuality, trust and even sacrifice and pain&lt;/strong&gt;. There is no rule book or standard code governing who one can or should love or how many one can love at a time. The human heart is a complex application and as we only use &lt;strong&gt;10 to 30%&lt;/strong&gt; of our brain capacity, we've only begun to understand the depth of the human heart, not to mention the Heart of God. Even understanding of the human psyche is incomplete, disputed and &lt;strong&gt;can not be generalized&lt;/strong&gt;. We are all as unique and respond to our environments and our stimuli uniquely as a fingerprint.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are &lt;strong&gt;programmable and vulnerable animals of subjective intellect&lt;/strong&gt;. I may adopt or be &lt;strong&gt;conditioned&lt;/strong&gt; to respect a philosophy or code of &lt;strong&gt;monogamy &lt;/strong&gt;or we can live a less religiously or culturally restrictive life and  with an open non-prejudice spirit that is receptive and giving of oneself to  more than one partner. &lt;strong&gt;This is not just lust!&lt;/strong&gt; If your emotion and thoughts are invested into more than one person and you wish to be with both of them because of what they both offer emotionally, physically, mentally and spiritually then that's just the way you feel weather you parents or your friends or your preacher or the presidents thinks it's right or wrong.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have myself been in love with more than one person at the same time. They were best friends and for almost 2 years the 3 of us were very close and nearly inseparable. I'll call them "L" &amp;amp; "B". L was my girlfriend that I was madly in love with for many reasons. She introduced me to her best friend B and we kicked it off instantly. B quickly became my best friend. They both possessed similar qualities that I appreciated and adored in both but also had unique characteristics that I cherished. I soon found myself having a great amount of love and compassion and affection for both of them. I wanted to protect them both and became very emotionally vulnerable to them both. I told them both that I was in love with both of them and it was difficult for everyone at first. We talked it out and came to a &lt;strong&gt;mature understanding&lt;/strong&gt;. I was even sexually attracted to both of them and &lt;strong&gt;almost&lt;/strong&gt; had a manage tux. I never did hook up with B but the fact of the matter is that &lt;strong&gt;I WAS IN LOVE WITH THEM BOTH! &lt;/strong&gt;I have been sexually attracted to or lusted after more than one woman at a time and have not been in love with any of them. I am a man, of course. But this situation was unique. And I am not the only person who feels this way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most&lt;/strong&gt; people are programmed with a Judaio-Christian, Republican mind set that says you have to be a monogamist but the truth is that there are a multitude of cultures and religions that support and defend my argument much more impressively than I, with more grace and clarity. You must find the &lt;strong&gt;truth for yourself&lt;/strong&gt; and know if you can &lt;strong&gt;cope&lt;/strong&gt; with that type of lifestyle and if your &lt;strong&gt;potential partners&lt;/strong&gt; can as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Topics:  &lt;a href="http://yedda.com/questions/tags/mate/" rel="tag"&gt;mate&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://yedda.com/questions/tags/lover/" rel="tag"&gt;lover&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://yedda.com/questions/tags/you/" rel="tag"&gt;you&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: smaller;"&gt;Answered by &lt;a href="http://yedda.com/people/7352721161130/"&gt;Wise Ali&lt;/a&gt; on July 22, 2008&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;View the &lt;a href="http://yedda.com/questions/lover_mate_9515741415241/answer4958829168211"&gt;entire discussion&lt;/a&gt; on Yedda&lt;a href="http://yedda.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://static13.yedda.com/images/OrangeBalloonSmall.gif?EBEqsD+1ygg=" alt="Yedda – People. Sharing. Knowledge." style="border: 0px none ; vertical-align: middle;" border="0" height="13" width="15" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768245535015718650-5457113968441058224?l=americanproduct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/feeds/5457113968441058224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768245535015718650&amp;postID=5457113968441058224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default/5457113968441058224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default/5457113968441058224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/2008/07/is-it-possibile-to-be-in-love-with-more.html' title='Is it possibile to be in love with more than one person at a time?'/><author><name>Product of America</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14625720680672342447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5HiBGBORGio/R_6CzIfPxLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eiMK1hLx0Mw/S220/me+split.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768245535015718650.post-3108502039544038535</id><published>2008-04-10T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T14:28:35.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrated at being broke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='woodworksresidents.fuzz.com'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='realityspin.webs.com'/><title type='text'>Frustrated At Being Broke</title><content type='html'>This is CEO M. Ali of Wood Works Entertainment &amp;amp; Reality Spin Publishing and this is a spontaneous blog entry. Sorry if my thoughts seem incomplete and random because they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am feeling highly frustrated because things are not going as planned for me. I set a goal for myself that I would be a millionaire by the time I was 31. I have about 8 more months and as of today I only have about $60 to my name. I'm about to go spend 5 of that on some booze to calm my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; What would make me feel a lot better about my life is if I could have the right people hear my music and like it and buy it; a lot of it! But until that happens I'll just keep doing what I love and make music weather or not anyone listens. I listen, I love it and that might just be my success.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768245535015718650-3108502039544038535?l=americanproduct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/feeds/3108502039544038535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768245535015718650&amp;postID=3108502039544038535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default/3108502039544038535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default/3108502039544038535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/2008/04/frustrated-at-being-broke.html' title='Frustrated At Being Broke'/><author><name>Product of America</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14625720680672342447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5HiBGBORGio/R_6CzIfPxLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eiMK1hLx0Mw/S220/me+split.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768245535015718650.post-4093718737287053624</id><published>2008-04-10T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:47:06.247-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsoor Ali'/><title type='text'>My Girl: A poem written by M. Ali while incarcerated in DC Jail</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By M. Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-family:trebuchet ms;color:bisque;" class="MsoNormal"  &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;my girl, a drop of sunshine , a may flower blossom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;a bundle of felicity, my seed, my flesh and blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;my prosperity, my destiny, she gives me purpose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;she gives me life direction and keeps me grounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;she is a miracle of hope, my gift from God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,102,204)"&gt;my passion, my beloved, my precious beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: bisque" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 146px; HEIGHT: 293px" border="0" src="http://realityspin.webs.com/Nisa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; COLOR: rgb(255,204,51); FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i love her more than grace, more than mercy&lt;br /&gt;i bask in the warmth of her innocence&lt;br /&gt;i dream of her brilliance&lt;br /&gt;she is a fine creature, she glows with possibility&lt;br /&gt;she operates with genius and curiosity&lt;br /&gt;she discerns with perfect wisdom&lt;br /&gt;she speaks to me with smiles and soft touches&lt;br /&gt;she compliments my days and inspires my nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,204,51)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:bisque;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768245535015718650-4093718737287053624?l=americanproduct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/feeds/4093718737287053624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768245535015718650&amp;postID=4093718737287053624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default/4093718737287053624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default/4093718737287053624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-girl-poem-written-by-m-ali-while.html' title='My Girl: A poem written by M. Ali while incarcerated in DC Jail'/><author><name>Product of America</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14625720680672342447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5HiBGBORGio/R_6CzIfPxLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eiMK1hLx0Mw/S220/me+split.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1768245535015718650.post-3791496721372596924</id><published>2008-04-10T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T13:52:25.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mobeon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Monsoor Ali'/><title type='text'>The Importance of Frienship</title><content type='html'>People closest to me call me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monnie&lt;/span&gt;, the name my mother gave me so it means a great deal of affection to me. She was killed when I was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 years old&lt;/span&gt; but is still alive and well in my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up with one parent was difficult at times but father managed the best he could. Fortunately we had tremendous help from my very large &amp;amp; loving family. However so, we still faced great challenges. One of the biggest for me was always having to move around. This made it difficult for me to develop long lasting &amp;amp; meaning relationships. I wound up going to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 different elementary schools&lt;/span&gt; and never stayed for more than a year in the 3 high schools that I attended. Even with such doubtful odds, I did manage to make a few meaningful friendships that surpassed the boundaries of time &amp;amp; space. In my heart, for everyone that I can remember sharing a joyful &amp;amp; touching moment with me, I will always maintain a space for them. But, there are some who have proven to be much more special for me. Those are the ones that I can remember befriending &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;embracing me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unconditionally, never judging and never refusing to forgive&lt;/span&gt; me for something I said or did while angey or drunk. Those are the ones I think of daily and pray for nightly. The greatest of them is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anisah&lt;/span&gt;. She has proven to be the least judgmental, most forgiving &amp;amp; most loving. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My first born daughter truly is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my best friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendship is one of the most important concepts for me. Within my dearest friendships, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;affection, honesty, humor &amp;amp; patience&lt;/span&gt; are qualities that are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; present and abundant. Now I am 30 years old &amp;amp; after much analytical self reflection, I’ve discovered that I can count on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; one hand&lt;/span&gt; how many true friends I have. And as I continue to contemplate those relationships &amp;amp; consider how much older everyone is getting, the more I realize that the qualities that make my friendships strong and fulfilling are dissolving faster than I’d like. Perhaps with all of our own personal problems like our love life, kids, finances &amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maintaining psychological stability&lt;/span&gt;, we &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reprioritize our friendships as secondary or disposable relationships.&lt;/span&gt; When we do this, we all loose out. If we were to realize how very important strong and lasting relationships ware, we could begin to understand that having those friendships would help with dealing with the kids, finances &amp;amp; even our psychological stability. But alas, we continue to suffer from our own ignorance and apathy. I suffer. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I persevere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1768245535015718650-3791496721372596924?l=americanproduct.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/feeds/3791496721372596924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1768245535015718650&amp;postID=3791496721372596924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default/3791496721372596924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1768245535015718650/posts/default/3791496721372596924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://americanproduct.blogspot.com/2008/04/importance-of-frienship.html' title='The Importance of Frienship'/><author><name>Product of America</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14625720680672342447</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5HiBGBORGio/R_6CzIfPxLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/eiMK1hLx0Mw/S220/me+split.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
