tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72918799274770888692011-04-21T16:20:27.764-07:00D is your Favorite LetterD LAMARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15876256994306422052noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291879927477088869.post-25327578006167651432009-05-20T16:52:00.000-07:002009-05-20T16:53:49.650-07:00WAKING UP WITH D pt 2b<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Gu0F1mgq_0&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Gu0F1mgq_0&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7291879927477088869-2532757800616765143?l=disyourfavoriteletter.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>D LAMARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15876256994306422052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291879927477088869.post-10841582074190724252009-05-20T16:41:00.000-07:002009-05-20T16:43:05.315-07:00WAKING UP WITH D pt.2a<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bFu5j9SbqcE&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bFu5j9SbqcE&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7291879927477088869-1084158207419072425?l=disyourfavoriteletter.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>D LAMARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15876256994306422052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291879927477088869.post-10679416258702706092009-05-20T14:52:00.000-07:002009-05-20T14:54:29.195-07:00WAKING UP WITH D!<p style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OkOO2aOdgg&hl=en&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_OkOO2aOdgg&hl=en&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7291879927477088869-1067941625870270609?l=disyourfavoriteletter.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>D LAMARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15876256994306422052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7291879927477088869.post-18597091247164467062009-05-14T15:02:00.000-07:002009-05-14T15:38:54.697-07:00D is your favorite Letter BLOG #1<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1F4izNC4_nk/SgydbLRzFWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m8WGC0EzX7w/s1600-h/l_e68efcabf7c1095061607218b1c4ec21.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 314px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335812748736664930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1F4izNC4_nk/SgydbLRzFWI/AAAAAAAAAAc/m8WGC0EzX7w/s320/l_e68efcabf7c1095061607218b1c4ec21.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1F4izNC4_nk/SgydQ-bpY9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/SLYpctrXSlI/s1600-h/l_6a7814e2570788e4461ec2eca3588070.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335812573489619922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_1F4izNC4_nk/SgydQ-bpY9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/SLYpctrXSlI/s320/l_6a7814e2570788e4461ec2eca3588070.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1F4izNC4_nk/SgydFwzqFGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2lTheIHVe8A/s1600-h/l_a925bad55b5f687b2a26fdcd70d692bb.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335812380853671010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1F4izNC4_nk/SgydFwzqFGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/2lTheIHVe8A/s320/l_a925bad55b5f687b2a26fdcd70d692bb.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Anybody who knocks on my door, must want to come in for 1 reason or another. So knock, and I'll let you in. Tell me why your here, and I'll let you know if I can help out. </div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>I'm not going to use this 1st blog to tell you random facts about me, instead I'm hoping that you can learn about me through reading whatever I post on here. So today at 3:16 on Thursday, May 14th, I'm going to attempt to shake your hand, pat you on the back, and make you smile through the new but ever growing virtual world.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>I woke up, and I thought today was Friday, and it was Friday until someone posted a tweet on Twitter.com saying "OMG its only Thursday". At that second, I felt so weird, almost like I had been in a real time machine. My mind was set back a day. It felt amazing. Like I saw tomorrow, because I believed that I was really on my last day of the work week. Belief can be tricky. </div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>But now I'm at work in South City, South San Francisco, Ca at work, and looking forward to another day here tomorrow, where I will dream up new ways to make my way into the world of entertainment, be it, Hip hop, because I can get mean with a pen and a pad...or the world of love and R&B, because I can make your heart feel every where mine has been, then trap you ,and lose you in an abyss of words, directed towards your past or your distant future. You wont mind this. Rock, a new endeavor. I currently have one track under my belt, and it is AWESOME.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>I'll do all of this while I make a significant yet small contribution to the world of medicine.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>As he sat, and watched television, he reached for his bag of cookies. Instead his hand got wet, he had put his hand in a glass of water...not a bag of cookies. This immediately triggered something in his young mind. "I thought that I believed it anything is possible,well I believed I was grabbing a cookie, yet my hand is wet." Then a voice spoke to him, and said "If you trust and believe in God the father, anything is possible." He had it all wrong, but never would he again, believe in something unless God was apart of it.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Yes I'm the boy in the brief story. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>Yes its true.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Smile for me. :)</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>Well this is BLOG # 1 and I'm gonna getback on twitter, and facebook, cause I miss some people. LOL </div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>D LAMAR a.k.a. D'RANGED , a.k.a. Deante </div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7291879927477088869-1859709124716446706?l=disyourfavoriteletter.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>D LAMARhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15876256994306422052noreply@blogger.com2