<?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-26323336</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:52:21.020Z</updated><title type='text'>The Naked Truth!</title><subtitle type='html'>Pagan. Musician. Student. Diva... I could simplify my life but that would be too easy...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114538095027154538</id><published>2006-04-10T17:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-07-03T11:49:34.678Z</updated><title type='text'>The Blog is Moving</title><summary type='text'>I've had time to think about it and I've decided to move the blog to MYSPACE. I simply cannot and will not maintain two blogs at the same time.However, I should inform you that my blog on MYSPACE will not contain any of the snarkiness that this blog has specialized in...it's purpose is more spiritual and pagan... I'm more interested in my writing being positive and useful rather than used for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114538095027154538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114538095027154538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-is-moving.html' title='The Blog is Moving'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114537995425104665</id><published>2006-04-10T09:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-18T17:05:54.260Z</updated><title type='text'>It's Monday, Already????</title><summary type='text'>Another day, another dollar.This past weekend I worked till midnight and I was thisclose from passing out on the floor. I was working the home division and I was just running around like a lunatic. This job is going to get my legs in shape whether I like it or not. But I did get have the time to get to know my associates better and they are all very sweet. However, I already will have to have a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114537995425104665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114537995425104665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-monday-already.html' title='It&apos;s Monday, Already????'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114600855898825044</id><published>2006-04-09T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:42:38.990Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Musings</title><summary type='text'>Damn, I've got a craving for a cig... but I will not give into that craving...Did I mention that I finally applied for financial aid for school? Yeah. I finally got around to do applying and I find out how much money I get in a few days...cool!I've already decided that once I start school I'm going to kick ass when it comes to my grades because I want to get into the Honors Program... Once you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114600855898825044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114600855898825044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2006/04/sunday-musings.html' title='Sunday Musings'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114600857971772251</id><published>2006-04-07T23:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:42:59.716Z</updated><title type='text'>My Intention</title><summary type='text'>My intention with this current job is to become a bit more extroverted. Get used to being around large amounts of people. To learn how to speak and relate with all kinds of people. Be more sociable and friendly and approachable.I believe this will be helpful to me when it comes to networking musically. I have come across plenty of musicians who are fantastic when it comes to putting out the music</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114600857971772251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114600857971772251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-intention.html' title='My Intention'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114600862819918978</id><published>2006-04-06T23:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:43:48.203Z</updated><title type='text'>How Are You In Bed?</title><summary type='text'>You scored as A Slave To BDSM. Admit it, you like being tied up and being told you've been very naughty. You like teasing your partner and making them squirm, and not letting them be able to do anything about it. Some people think what you do is sick and disgusting, but you know it's all in good fun.A Slave To BDSM78%Sex God73%A Romantic43%Virgin10%Take the quiz on Quizfarm.com</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114600862819918978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114600862819918978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-are-you-in-bed.html' title='How Are You In Bed?'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114600865812069160</id><published>2006-04-05T23:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:44:18.120Z</updated><title type='text'>You don't say???</title><summary type='text'>Eminem has filed for a divorce from his wife, Kim Mathers? Weren't they once married and divorced before? Didn't she cheat on him with some other guy and have that guy's baby? Why would Eminem re-marry this woman? Cause he's crazy but apparently not so crazy since he has filed for divorce after only 82 days of marriage... I TOTALLY did not see that coming... smirk...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114600865812069160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114600865812069160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-dont-say.html' title='You don&apos;t say???'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114600867816605954</id><published>2006-04-05T11:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:44:38.166Z</updated><title type='text'>And it's only wednesday.....</title><summary type='text'>I'm off today! Yay....Yesterday I was absolutely swamped at work. So much to do, so much to learn.... I definitely have my work cut out for me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114600867816605954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114600867816605954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-its-only-wednesday.html' title='And it&apos;s only wednesday.....'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114600874676358252</id><published>2006-04-03T23:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:45:46.763Z</updated><title type='text'>Ugh, It's Already Monday?????</title><summary type='text'>Damn, the weekend just flew by...where the hell was I?Did you watch the Flavor of Love Reunion? It was not as fascinating as I thought it would be.Today I work the late shift. I won't be getting home before 11pm...Most of you all will be sleeping by the time I get home...JM has me watching Desperate Housewives along with him... really I hate Teri Hatcher's character...she's clumsy and wishy-washy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114600874676358252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114600874676358252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2006/04/ugh-its-already-monday.html' title='Ugh, It&apos;s Already Monday?????'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114600877101510322</id><published>2006-04-02T23:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T23:46:11.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Lounging</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so much for me not blogging over the weekend.I've started my new job and I have no computer access. I'm not exactly complaining because I think I spend way too much time in front of this computer as is...The new job is going ok. There are alot of employees and I'm still learning their names. My manager just got a promotion and so I will not have a chance to work with her. She's being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114600877101510322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114600877101510322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2006/04/sunday-lounging.html' title='Sunday Lounging'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114549444710005539</id><published>2006-04-01T01:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-20T00:54:07.106Z</updated><title type='text'>Off to Work</title><summary type='text'>I start at my new job today and I am SO nervous. I'm sure I'll do fine but I feel like the "new kid" on the block...I'm sure everything will turn out fine...After work, JM and I are off to see a play...Yay! I've haven't been to see a play in awhile...Later!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114549444710005539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114549444710005539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2006/03/off-to-work.html' title='Off to Work'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678998288858440</id><published>2005-12-16T01:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:46:22.890Z</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Agony</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wondered what random people look like while having an orgasm? Yeah, me neither. But that hasn't stopped the website, Beautiful Agony from putting together videos and videos of people just having orgasms.They even have free samples for you to indulge your voyeuristic tendencies. Enjoy! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678998288858440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678998288858440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/beautiful-agony.html' title='Beautiful Agony'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678995564470589</id><published>2005-12-15T05:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:45:55.646Z</updated><title type='text'>If only dreams came true</title><summary type='text'>                                  Yes, die! die! die!Ok, I know "die" actually means "the" but I can hope, right?Die hiltons! die or at least just go away and never come back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678995564470589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678995564470589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/if-only-dreams-came-true.html' title='If only dreams came true'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678992769978360</id><published>2005-12-14T12:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:45:27.700Z</updated><title type='text'>Damn, Finally...</title><summary type='text'>My keyboard was finally delivered.Boycott UPS anyway. Those bitches!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678992769978360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678992769978360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/damn-finally.html' title='Damn, Finally...'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678989625277971</id><published>2005-12-13T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:44:56.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Life In South Cali</title><summary type='text'>Well, I just got my first hysterical family member email. It was from my sister, Yinorah. She's freaking out because I did not send her the weekly email that I supposedly "promised" her that I would send her. Shit, if I knew that all I had to do to get my family's attention was move, I would have moved ages ago :)JM and I will be heading up north to spend the holidays with his family. I can't lie</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678989625277971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678989625277971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-in-south-cali.html' title='Life In South Cali'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678986712969749</id><published>2005-12-13T17:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:44:27.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Could It Be?</title><summary type='text'>I finally received a call announcing that my keyboard has been found and will be delivered to me today.Ever the cynic. I'll believe it when I see it. :-D</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678986712969749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678986712969749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/could-it-be.html' title='Could It Be?'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678984183689781</id><published>2005-12-13T14:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:44:01.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><summary type='text'>Do you have to have a big ego or be a bit of a narcissist to be a musician?Do you have to mention how special you are in some of your songs? Of course not but if you listen to alot of the songs played on the radio, someone is busy tooting their own horn.Btw, Mariah Carey you need to come up with some new poses. That whole video "Don't Forget about Us" is all about her posing in all her signature </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678984183689781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678984183689781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678981539677122</id><published>2005-12-12T22:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:43:35.396Z</updated><title type='text'>Crabby Cat</title><summary type='text'>I'm in a shitty mood today. Busy berating myself for the usual stuff. I have no talents, no gifts to give. I'm just a fucking failure and all that other shit like that. I know I shouldn't do this to myself but I can't stop. On some level I really do believe this because Im 33 and I feel that I've made no real contributions to the world.I'm not a person that can just take a job and live paycheck </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678981539677122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678981539677122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/crabby-cat.html' title='Crabby Cat'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678975765093076</id><published>2005-12-11T16:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:43:06.746Z</updated><title type='text'>Midwinter</title><summary type='text'>MidwinterIn the darknessThe light is born anew.In the silenceThe call is heard aloud.Let new life wakenLet dry husks crumble.The end and the beginning are one.Deepest night nourishes the seed of lifeWaiting in the womb.Patience breathes the rhythm that brings life.Time stands still at the beginningPoised, waiting for the moment's first sigh.We stand on the threshold of nowThe past behind, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678975765093076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678975765093076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/midwinter.html' title='Midwinter'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678973205683609</id><published>2005-12-11T12:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:42:12.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Why Is This Bitch Not Posting?</title><summary type='text'>JM and I have been running around all over Cali and you would've thought that I would have posted all about it - pics and all. But no. I've been either lazy or experiencing blogger's block.Give me time. I have some cool pics that I took today that I will post real soon.Happy sunday everyone!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678973205683609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678973205683609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-is-this-bitch-not-posting.html' title='Why Is This Bitch Not Posting?'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678970148081659</id><published>2005-12-10T01:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:41:41.480Z</updated><title type='text'>Rock and Soul</title><summary type='text'>Last night I found myself praying to the Blessed Mother. I found myself questioning my decision to go into music. I don't know why I do that. Is it because I'm afraid? I know part of it has to do with my fear of having enough talent. I see performers on MTV and VH1 and I start to wonder if I have what it takes. I've always been merciless when it comes to criticizing myself and talents. But I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678970148081659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678970148081659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/rock-and-soul.html' title='Rock and Soul'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678928692942698</id><published>2005-12-08T19:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:34:46.930Z</updated><title type='text'>Lust Du Jour: Adriana Lima</title><summary type='text'>Is that a nip slip from Adriana? That tease!She's hot and evil looking. I like that in a girl...a girl that looks that she could kill you with her eyes or vagina...whichever works first....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678928692942698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678928692942698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/lust-du-jour-adriana-lima.html' title='Lust Du Jour: Adriana Lima'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678925732660756</id><published>2005-12-08T15:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:34:17.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Quote Of The Day</title><summary type='text'>The real richness is in be-ness. People can take all you have, all that you've collected. People can stop your labour, or an accident can stop you. When you are, you never lose what you are...     ~ Torkom Saraydarian ~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678925732660756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678925732660756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote Of The Day'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678922940000772</id><published>2005-12-08T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:33:49.400Z</updated><title type='text'>Why the F*** do I even watch that show?</title><summary type='text'>Did anyone watch America's Top Model last night? I cannot believe that big-tooth South Dakota idiot Nicole won. Niki was robbed!What's going on in the world? I've been driving around shopping for stuff for the apartment and am kind of out of the loop right now.I'll be heading out learning how to get around the buses and trains soon enough. Right now I feel kind of confined to the couple of blocks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678922940000772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678922940000772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-f-do-i-even-watch-that-show.html' title='Why the F*** do I even watch that show?'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678920087377455</id><published>2005-12-08T01:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:33:20.873Z</updated><title type='text'>UPS Can Kiss My Puerto Rican Behind!</title><summary type='text'>I am seriously being tested. UPS has "lost "my keyboard. I am beyond pissed about this. I keep calling and all I get is the bullshit runaround. If you don't know, say that you don't know. These California UPS workers are a bit too fucking laid back and they're looking for a good ol' New Yorker bitchslap if the keyboard doesn't fucking show up soon.Fucking ridiculous.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678920087377455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678920087377455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/ups-can-kiss-my-puerto-rican-behind.html' title='UPS Can Kiss My Puerto Rican Behind!'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678917801936498</id><published>2005-12-07T05:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:32:58.020Z</updated><title type='text'>What can I say?</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for the lack in posts. I've needed a couple of days to adjust, unpack, etc. My emotions have been all over the place but I've been able to somewhat contain them because it's perfectly normal to feel weird emotions when starting over. I've haven't wanted to bore anyone with my introspective wonderings.Being on my own today, I kind of feel isolated. At least in New York you are always </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678917801936498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678917801936498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-can-i-say.html' title='What can I say?'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678915382637869</id><published>2005-12-06T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:32:33.826Z</updated><title type='text'>I Am The Champion :P</title><summary type='text'>First outing on my own! I got back safe and sound. I'll figure this shit out...car or no car.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678915382637869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678915382637869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-champion-p.html' title='I Am The Champion :P'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678911772194158</id><published>2005-12-06T10:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:31:57.723Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy 37th Birthday to My Honey!</title><summary type='text'>Today is JM's birthday and so I wanted to post just for him.Happy Happy Happy birthday to the kindest, most loving, tender and wonderful man ever! We are so lucky to have eachother and I hope I can bring half as much happiness into your life as you have brought into mine...Enjoy your day, birthday boy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678911772194158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678911772194158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-37th-birthday-to-my-honey.html' title='Happy 37th Birthday to My Honey!'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678907993737445</id><published>2005-12-05T19:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:31:19.936Z</updated><title type='text'>What kind of Music do you play?</title><summary type='text'>Wow, I'm tired. I have no idea as to what's going on with me. I'm like sleepy or hungry all the time. I keep thinking that it's just the adjustment but who the fuck knows. I slept 11 hours last night so I don't know what's the deal. Maybe the warm, springy weather is fucking with my senses LOL...Isn't it cold and snowing in NYC at this point? I feel sorry for y'all. I've been bitchin' about how I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678907993737445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678907993737445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-kind-of-music-do-you-play.html' title='What kind of Music do you play?'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678905716653694</id><published>2005-12-05T13:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:30:57.166Z</updated><title type='text'>Monday in Alta Loma</title><summary type='text'>The past couple of days I've been adjusting to my new life in California. I'll have to get used to always being in a car as most stores are not near by.JM and I went on a shopping spree yesterday. Buying stuff for our apartment. It was fun but it was so tiring. I don't know how people actually enjoying going shopping frequently - it's just not my thing.Anyway, today I'm heading off to the college</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678905716653694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678905716653694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/monday-in-alta-loma.html' title='Monday in Alta Loma'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678903294673964</id><published>2005-12-05T01:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:30:32.946Z</updated><title type='text'>Starting Over in Cali</title><summary type='text'>Ok, peeps I'm back! Yes, I am now living in California.The days before leaving New York were ultra busy and by the time I got to the airport, I was ready to crash out. Not to happen with a supposed ex-navy seal sitting next to me. I say supposed because his stories were so grandiose and outlandish that you have to think that it's all bullshit. Some men are so needy for attention.Anyway, once I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678903294673964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678903294673964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/12/starting-over-in-cali.html' title='Starting Over in Cali'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114536468531937482</id><published>2005-06-18T12:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:49:24.976Z</updated><title type='text'>The Goddess Re-Emerges Just In Time</title><summary type='text'>by Rev. Laurie Sue BrockwayI believe the Goddess is re-emerging just in time. The Goddess is re-emerging to show us another side of ourselves, or at least to help us consider God is both masculine and feminine in nature, and therefore, that we all possess The Divine Within. She's come just in time. Here's why:* Women feel left out of traditional religion. It's not just about becoming a clergy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114536468531937482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114536468531937482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/06/goddess-re-emerges-just-in-time.html' title='The Goddess Re-Emerges Just In Time'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114536472046383404</id><published>2005-06-18T12:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T00:05:08.343Z</updated><title type='text'>Did Katie Holmes Sign a Contract ?</title><summary type='text'>As sickening as those two are, I'm hooked on the gossip. A little tid-bit about the TomKat engagement from the Daily News :"So here's what I'm hearing about that relationship.A source VERY close to the deal is saying there's a contract.It's worth $5 million.It's for five years.There will be no sex.The deal was sealed June 7.That's what I'm hearing."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114536472046383404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114536472046383404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/06/did-katie-holmes-sign-contract.html' title='Did Katie Holmes Sign a Contract ?'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114536484053103535</id><published>2005-06-18T12:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T00:04:06.123Z</updated><title type='text'>Daily Buddhist Wisdom</title><summary type='text'>Living in forests far away from other people is not true seclusion. True seclusion is to be free from the power of likes and dislikes. It is also to be free from the mental attitude that one must be special because one is treading the path.Those who remove themselves to far forests often feel superior to others. They think that because they are solitary they are being guided in a special way and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114536484053103535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114536484053103535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/06/daily-buddhist-wisdom.html' title='Daily Buddhist Wisdom'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114536534494040122</id><published>2005-06-18T12:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T00:03:58.943Z</updated><title type='text'>Why Do I Blog?</title><summary type='text'>Initially, I started blogging because I was feeling extremely frustrated by certain situations in my life. I was angry, in emotional pain and I was repressing all of it. Not sharing it with anyone and I was walking around with this tight feeling in my chest and throat from not opening my mouth and letting my emotions out.I don't quite remember how I came across Blogger but that doesn't matter. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114536534494040122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114536534494040122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-do-i-blog.html' title='Why Do I Blog?'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114536580767328500</id><published>2005-06-18T12:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T00:05:02.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ari</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114536580767328500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114536580767328500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/06/ari.html' title=''/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114537910205294124</id><published>2005-06-18T04:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:49:55.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Strugglin' to Post</title><summary type='text'>I've attempted to post about six times today and just couldn't finish what I started. I guess I didn't find it all that interesting and if I don't find it an interesting read, I don't think you all will either.Just finished watching "The Wedding Singer" with Adam Sandler. I have always loved that film. I've seen it about 10 times already and I never get tired of it. I guess I'm a secret romantic </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114537910205294124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114537910205294124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/06/strugglin-to-post.html' title='Strugglin&apos; to Post'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678883091218117</id><published>2005-03-01T07:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:27:10.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><summary type='text'>Why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting weak?Why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough?Why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?Why doesn't glue stick to the bottle?Why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?Why doesn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678883091218117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678883091218117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678879709005332</id><published>2005-02-28T17:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:26:37.090Z</updated><title type='text'>Where's my Advil?</title><summary type='text'>UghHeadachePounding HeadacheMust go homeI'm stressed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678879709005332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678879709005332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/wheres-my-advil.html' title='Where&apos;s my Advil?'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678873963664748</id><published>2005-02-28T10:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:26:19.023Z</updated><title type='text'>Oscars - PT. 2</title><summary type='text'>Jamie Foxx -- Best Actor. Horrid speech.Morgan Freeman - a total class act.Hillary Swank - always prepared as a true, professional actress should beCate Blanchett - I was taking a shower when she got her award so I don't knowThe Oscars was dull. Chris Rock played it too safe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678873963664748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678873963664748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/oscars-pt-2.html' title='Oscars - PT. 2'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678871224037717</id><published>2005-02-28T07:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:25:12.240Z</updated><title type='text'>The Oscars Recap</title><summary type='text'>I am so disappointed. I thought Chris Rock was going to kick butt! He is funny but there's so many boring awards to give out. Also, if I have to listen to another song sung by Beyonce - I'm going to go postal on someone big time... She can turn any beautiful movie song into a Destiny Child's crapfest.Thank god, Morgan Freeman finally won an Oscar. About time he received some praise and props.More</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678871224037717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678871224037717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/oscars-recap.html' title='The Oscars Recap'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678868638995067</id><published>2005-02-28T07:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:24:46.390Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ADD Nerds In Concert!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678868638995067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678868638995067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/add-nerds-in-concert.html' title=''/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678866772079019</id><published>2005-02-28T07:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:24:27.720Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Old San Juan, PR</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678866772079019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678866772079019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/old-san-juan-pr.html' title=''/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678864691536117</id><published>2005-02-28T07:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:24:06.916Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>San Juan, PR </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678864691536117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678864691536117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/san-juan-pr.html' title=''/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678862574067430</id><published>2005-02-28T06:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:23:45.743Z</updated><title type='text'>Miscellaneous - Blah, Blah, Blah</title><summary type='text'>I live in Williamsburg and it's not as hip as everyone thinks it is. Especially not the part that I live in. Yes, I see lots of people moving here that are quite obviously not from New York and I think how they all got suckered into moving here. I came here out of necessity and they have volunteered to live in an over-hyped and over-valued rinky dink part of brooklyn. But these are youngs kids </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678862574067430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678862574067430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/miscellaneous-blah-blah-blah.html' title='Miscellaneous - Blah, Blah, Blah'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678859744701622</id><published>2005-02-27T12:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:23:17.446Z</updated><title type='text'>Before I Practice</title><summary type='text'>I'm up early to do some Yoga. I am trying to keep this promise to myself to get up earlier and practice whether I want to or not. Yoga is not just an exercise for the body, it's a spiritual practice that is excellent for your spirit and enlightenment.Major, major changes are happening in my life. But at least its not bad and overly painful changes like in 2002. This time, they're changes that are</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678859744701622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678859744701622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/before-i-practice.html' title='Before I Practice'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678856983606167</id><published>2005-02-27T01:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:22:49.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Wiggles</title><summary type='text'>Mr. Wiggles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678856983606167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678856983606167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/mr-wiggles.html' title='Mr. Wiggles'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678854990934265</id><published>2005-02-26T23:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:22:29.910Z</updated><title type='text'>The Queen is not attending Charles' Wedding</title><summary type='text'>Prince Charles </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678854990934265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678854990934265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/queen-is-not-attending-charles-wedding.html' title='The Queen is not attending Charles&apos; Wedding'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678850217997633</id><published>2005-02-26T19:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:21:42.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Musician Du Jour: Chris Botti</title><summary type='text'>Chris Botti **Chris is not your average musician. He is an extremely talented Trumpeter and his music just makes me swoon..... :)It's classic, it's jazzy and he truly makes it his own.If you're open to something new and different that just takes you back to the old days when jazz was more appreciated, check out Chris's website. Fabulous and he's a hottie too!http://www.chrisbotti.com/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678850217997633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678850217997633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/musician-du-jour-chris-botti.html' title='Musician Du Jour: Chris Botti'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678845873436318</id><published>2005-02-26T13:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:20:58.736Z</updated><title type='text'>An Osho Moment:2/26</title><summary type='text'>Gautam Buddha is passing near a village which consists of high caste brahmins only. They are very much against Gautam Buddha, they have all gathered outside the village to condemn him, to abuse him. He stands there listening to their abuse, their allegations, their lies. Even Ananda -- who has been with him all these years -- feels angry. Because they were born into a royal family: they were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678845873436318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678845873436318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/osho-moment226.html' title='An Osho Moment:2/26'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678841988125400</id><published>2005-02-26T05:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:20:19.883Z</updated><title type='text'>A Moment to Share ....</title><summary type='text'>I am all Paris Hilton-ed out! I have had enough of gossip about her to last me a life time. Every magazine you pick up, there she is. Turn on the Tv, there she is too. All my favorite blogs, dammit, there is she again. There is no escaping her. Not even on my blog. Can anyone tell me what EXACTLY Ms. Hilton has done that has merited her being so famous and at this point - overexposed? Inquiring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678841988125400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678841988125400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/moment-to-share.html' title='A Moment to Share ....'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678839459916028</id><published>2005-02-26T03:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:19:54.600Z</updated><title type='text'>Just Me and My Gummies</title><summary type='text'>I decided to google myself and found 50 listings for myself. Isn't that wild? To go from zero to fifty in such a short period of time. Of course, its all mainly comments that I've left on other blogs. No biggie... But when the internet caches something by you, it's there forever LOLAnyway, I'm going to check out "Diary of a Mad Black Woman" tonight. From the looks of the trailer, it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678839459916028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678839459916028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-me-and-my-gummies.html' title='Just Me and My Gummies'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678836508705029</id><published>2005-02-26T02:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:19:25.086Z</updated><title type='text'>Don't Go Back to Sleep (Poem)</title><summary type='text'>For years, copying other people,I tried to know myself.From within, I couldn't decide what to do.Unable to see, I heard my name being called.Then I walked outside.The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you.Don't go back to sleep.You must ask for what you really want.Don't go back to sleep.People are going back and forth across the doorsillwhere the two worlds touch.The door is round and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678836508705029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678836508705029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/dont-go-back-to-sleep-poem.html' title='Don&apos;t Go Back to Sleep (Poem)'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678829566909541</id><published>2005-02-26T01:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:18:15.670Z</updated><title type='text'>Meaning of Love</title><summary type='text'>A man once fell madly in love with a beautiful woman. He followed her for days and finally went up to her on the street and declared his undying, all-consuming love.He went on and on, and finally the woman interrupted, “Your words are lovely,but my sister is coming along behind me. She is far more beautiful than I am,and I’m sure that you will prefer her to me.”As the man spun around to took at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678829566909541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678829566909541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/meaning-of-love.html' title='Meaning of Love'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114678825907545642</id><published>2005-02-26T01:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-05T00:17:39.090Z</updated><title type='text'>An Osho Moment : 2/25</title><summary type='text'>BOREDOM IS GETTING STUCK at one point -- repeating, repeating, repeating. Joy is in exploration -- finding new people, new spaces. It is simple common sense.People are bored in their job because they allowed others to decide their job; their parents wanted them to be a doctor, so they are a doctor. They never had any inner urge to be a doctor, and they never listened to their inner voice.It is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678825907545642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114678825907545642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/osho-moment-225.html' title='An Osho Moment : 2/25'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114572263014116456</id><published>2005-02-25T10:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-22T16:17:10.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Finally Friday</title><summary type='text'>Good Morning all!I cannot tell you how much work I have to get done today. I will not be leaving the office today until ALL of it is completed. When did I become a workaholic? Working late nights and even considering going in on the weekend? It's just not healthy.Thought of The Day: Facing Your FearsBefore you can become a light-bearer, you must walk through your own darkness. The bearer of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114572263014116456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114572263014116456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/finally-friday.html' title='Finally Friday'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114572178926927866</id><published>2005-02-25T00:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-22T16:03:09.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom</title><summary type='text'>"A calm person reflects restfulness in her eyes, keen intelligence in her face, and proper receptivity in her mind. She is a woman of decisive and prompt action, but she is not moved by impulses and desires that suddenly occur to her."**"Everyone has self-limiting idiosyncrasies. These were not put into your nature by the Gods, but were created by you. These are what you must change-by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114572178926927866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114572178926927866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/wisdom.html' title='Wisdom'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26323336.post-114572173359619360</id><published>2005-02-24T18:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-22T16:02:13.603Z</updated><title type='text'>Get me outta here!</title><summary type='text'>Today just fucking dragged. Swear to the Gods I thought the day was never going to end and I was just going to end up jumping from my building. Nothing bad happened but I just felt to restless today that I couldn't take being in such a small office. I felt completely claustophobic.Anyway, seems we have quite a winter storm coming our way. Emily was thrilled to bits about it. Of course, she loves </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114572173359619360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26323336/posts/default/114572173359619360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thenycnakedtruth.blogspot.com/2005/02/get-me-outta-here.html' title='Get me outta here!'/><author><name>Megarita</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
