<?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-5251618574277789524</id><updated>2011-06-17T12:50:22.679-07:00</updated><category term='talents'/><category term='fake love'/><category term='return'/><category term='support'/><category term='relationship'/><category term='trade ins'/><category term='city.'/><category term='queens'/><category term='death'/><category term='loss'/><category term='hip hop. home'/><category term='stack bundles'/><category term='ny'/><category term='new track'/><category term='trade in'/><category term='real'/><category term='men women love logic emotions misunderstood'/><category term='emotion'/><category term='nightmares'/><category term='limits'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='tears'/><category term='s.t.'/><category term='breakup'/><category term='hip hop'/><category term='bus'/><category term='ambition'/><category term='new york'/><category term='moodmuzik III; talent'/><category term='money future'/><category term='past'/><category term='rant'/><category term='friends'/><category term='hit ons'/><category term='qb'/><category term='lost'/><category term='rip'/><category term='music'/><category term='depression'/><category term='23'/><category term='blog'/><category term='strive for more'/><category term='life'/><category term='rayquon'/><category term='parents'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='problems'/><category term='pain'/><category term='joe budden'/><category term='love'/><category term='ingraditude'/><category term='randoms'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>"...Nothing's Equivalent to My "</title><subtitle type='html'>my words, my soul, my opinions.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-5314820159578372095</id><published>2008-07-24T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:19:27.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men women love logic emotions misunderstood'/><title type='text'>the logical perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;You'll be able to guess the topic as you read through the post..&lt;br /&gt;You'll even be able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30J5ofCVtco/SIkZgh2xzRI/AAAAAAAAABM/RVK_0sSomFc/s1600-h/41xtn7ZGoYL._AA280_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 256px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30J5ofCVtco/SIkZgh2xzRI/AAAAAAAAABM/RVK_0sSomFc/s320/41xtn7ZGoYL._AA280_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226736889174805778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; tell the situation reading the post.&lt;br /&gt;You'll see...how many women do have the problem dealing with a man's main flaw....the make-belief that they lack of emotions, when women do grant insight in theirs. It's funny..Most people nowadays, would categorize me as rather rational..Personally, i would say, i've acquired a good share of both sides..to understand both worlds..Not as naive, but yet still loving. It's possible to be understanding and be understood. I feel i've been through so much with love, dealing with this topic especially, that now, at 24, i did have to cut pieces of my own emotional burstouts, just to understand myself better. Not to understand a man..but to understand ME. Logics is healthier... even though it's the overload of emotions that equals fulfillment or life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My reply #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ljcmt313303"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;he's too careless to start with..(i mean particularly about the topic "us"..)..thus i can just assume, that he's making it easy for himself to be dealing with you, knowing that you're feeling him..(trust me, he can tell you like him just by the way you talk to him..)..I think the whole distance issue is just a given excuse..I'm pretty sure he'd pursue more if you were in NY or he in LA, but for some given reason, things aren't like that..so of course he's not gonna look for commitment..it's hard to be dealing with a distance relationship and yeah women, go for that, because they'd do anything for a man they "love"..but..men won't..D won't..you know he's a little independent soul..it's funny him and tony probably have the same prollem, lol, but it's still funny how they look for advice from one another..brotherhood..you know. Just that their answers will be the same to one another too. Ya know..so no real progress..Look at what happens there, just don't lose yourself..You may be missing out on plenty of opportunities that are closer to you..And hey if it's meant to happen, you and him will be closer in the long run..just give it time, and don't force it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="ljedittime"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edited at 2008-07-24 12:25 pm (local)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homegirl:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;[info]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;"I can always count on u to help me see the logical perspective , and I'm thankful for that (cuz I usually be 100% emotion, typical woman! lol). And I would definitely have to agree with you on those 2 points: 1)the distance is an excuse (and a lame one at that), and 2) he's an independent soul. Theres no doubting that. I think I'll be distancing myself for a while. We'll see what happens. It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"  &gt;'d be nice if somewhere in the future we'd be in the same vicinity of each other, but I guess I'll have to leave that up to Fate(?)/God(?)/The Universe(?)/Time(?) to decide."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[info]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;ny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My reply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been where you are now, (analyzing on the emotional side) some time ago..You're a woman and it's okay for you to be registering things from that perspective..i think it's men who need to switch up the sarcasm and drought of their views, because honestly, behind all this nonemotional bs, they are the ones trying to do anything and talking all that sweet mess, when they're in a position where they need to GET YOU. When it's you chasing them,all of a sudden this whole "I would do anything for you, you're the greatest woman I've ever met"..thing, seems like a foreign language to them..They know well how to speak it, but you know , i guess when the chase is not o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30J5ofCVtco/SIkXzbGAthI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hjMaIicSDcA/s1600-h/rjo0219l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 189px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30J5ofCVtco/SIkXzbGAthI/AAAAAAAAAAs/hjMaIicSDcA/s320/rjo0219l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226735014753908242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;n their side, and you're the one being the "conqueror", it gets boring for them..With D, I believe you gotta be less...predict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;able, as he says..Basically, i bet he wouldn't expect from you to be dealing with any other male, because internally he does expect you to be into him...He knows you're a woman and he&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knows what kind of woman you are. Not that you'd take anything, but you'll stick around, wait, build that friendship, and soak in pieces that you DO get from him..and he knows that..He is certain that you would take anything from him as long as he is willing to give you ANY thing that he chooses to give you. Be it, a little smile, you will be happy, be it a little word, that will be far less meaningless to him than it will be to you..because u ll sit around and try to analyze it..Be it, a little compliment or side comment, that will drive you crazy because you'll ponder on how he could have meant what he said...He knows he has that power over you, and it may be a time where you make him believe he still has it, but try to focus on other guys..you may be missing the forrest for one tree. You know..one old tree, that is rooted and that will not cut its roots for you just yet, because they're quite comfortable where they at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Dom's quote indicates...He may just be waiting around, flirting with you..and one day you get up and homeboy finds himself a girl out in NYC that is there..and where he has no room for excuses about distance or whatever shit he's on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30J5ofCVtco/SIkXmAX_sYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UKYXqBukSKU/s1600-h/hsc1036l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30J5ofCVtco/SIkXmAX_sYI/AAAAAAAAAAc/UKYXqBukSKU/s320/hsc1036l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226734784243282306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you dwell Nat, try to see what he may be saying, from his perspective...taking into account, every negative and positive ..characteristic about him and the way he usually says things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And hey..I like d, you know, i know him But, behind every great person, there's also a few traits, that are not loveable..And we often miss them when we try to make them one of the greatest people in our lives..You gotta learn to take him as he is, and not for the good things he says to you...He's by far not as great as one may believe,[not a diss], If i were to not know him, i would almost say he's playing with your emotions because behind this whole, "you know the deal, distance etc." talk that he claims is making things impossible....- when a man wants a woman, he'll do anything to keep / get her..thus, all this talk, is just..you know, his weakness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[just think about what a stranger would say to you, were you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to describe the situation to them and describe his actions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I feel almost biased because i can't really diss him..because he's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a homebody..but you know..just take it realistically..he's a man..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's single, and if he wanted some, he could get some from anyone..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is not committed.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it as that, maybe seeing him being the weak, see him be the non-direct person he is, the man who is scared to tell you he's either feeling you or not feeling you with no euphemistic expressions or beating around the bush, as we could say it, he's just a man scared to be the bad guy, because he 1) would hurt your feelings 2) would admit he's not gonna be there..3) too weak to stop flirting with you making you believe there's room for more One day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30J5ofCVtco/SIkYq_EipzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LqrfhAQ_m28/s1600-h/women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30J5ofCVtco/SIkYq_EipzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/LqrfhAQ_m28/s320/women.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226735969304225586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5251618574277789524-5314820159578372095?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5314820159578372095/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=5314820159578372095' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/5314820159578372095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/5314820159578372095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2008/07/logical-perspective.html' title='the logical perspective'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_30J5ofCVtco/SIkZgh2xzRI/AAAAAAAAABM/RVK_0sSomFc/s72-c/41xtn7ZGoYL._AA280_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-2625333065821433420</id><published>2008-07-10T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T17:22:20.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plan B -  Git up, Git out..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;" We are not creatures  of circumstance; we are creators of circumstance"&lt;/span&gt; ~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B. Disraeli&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30J5ofCVtco/SHaN6uCCoxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CsgTxAO_rd4/s1600-h/gpu0050l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30J5ofCVtco/SHaN6uCCoxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CsgTxAO_rd4/s320/gpu0050l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221516857911190290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to have lost my desire to take people seriously within the last few years.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, yeah, quite a few factors of personal nature played into it, but now that&lt;br /&gt;the past has "passed" and evolved me into new ways and perspectives, most people seem like a big joke to me. lol, and no, not a funny joke joke..maybe more like..ironic characters who don't know where they belong, so they're running wild, confused, just like all of us do, and can't seem to find a place of their own.BECAUSE THEY REFUSE TO. A state of confusion seems to be more attractive, mysterious, even ...consuming, than, a state of total clarity. I don't know what could possibly be attractive about a character that is always discontent with everything and everyone around them. But some people do make themselves believe, that their "struggle" makes them cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have noticed that people who I do admire today, don't really ever seem to have any attacks of self-pity and dwellings, as opposed to those characters who I despise, as they don't seem to be moving forward but get stuck because they do not ever consider taking plan b, when plan a has not worked out for many years , many tears and many questions. They seem to get stuck not just for their fixation on plan a (some call it perseverance, if you want to go naively "positive" on this shit. Others, like me, may call it ignorance = lack of knowledge of else.) Ignorance, because they refuse to expand their views, fear taking new ways, and refuse to be themselves, as they should be - be without limitations that plan A puts them in. Plan A can also be called, the safe way to the total downfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plan A could be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a desperate focus on staying in a broken relationship that doesn't move forward&lt;br /&gt;- a relationship that has been in shambles and turns&lt;br /&gt;into a failing attempt of reunion.&lt;br /&gt;- a relationship consisting of unreturned love, crushes,&lt;br /&gt;sexual interventions evolving into one sided emotional outbursts.&lt;br /&gt;- a state of self - pity for reason x and y in your life.&lt;br /&gt;- a state of self - pity pondering over your family situation, where you desperately do make yourself believe that you are in fact the only person of your age in this world dealing with this. I mean c'mon.? You can't be serious? Do you honestly believe,just because people don't spend nearly as much time mentioning their struggles, as you do, and thus spare you the moments of self-love-slash-hatred you keep filling your life with, they do not have problems worse than yours to worry about? Turn on the tv, if you can't actually see it in their faces. Maybe the media will feed you a little dose of reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a state where you make yourself believe that the world revolves around you and you only and that people not calling you, or people you consider your friends should be there for you all the time.  Some do have a life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be continued, but i'm good on these few examples as they could be elaborated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, realize, we all go through shit, but have you honestly heard of a successful character who dwells on their mistakes, their mishaps, their failures? Have you? HELL NO. Show me, one Gates, one Carter, one Jones, one anyone, who has ever taken it far, that is sitting there dwelling on whatever they did while growing up, whatever went wrong in their family, childhood, love life. Let it define you, Yes, you can, let it play into whoever you are becoming, learn from it, cut it off, but learn from it, it will be a part of you that will shine through. But Get the fuck up and stop whining. PLAN A does not always work. Plan B sometimes DOES. If you don't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, you get the same situation from various perspectives. You are the dumbass stuck in self pity. You make yourself feel so sorry for yourself, then attempting to make everyone else feel sorry for you..that you do lose sight of everything and everyone else. Now just when you feel nobody cares for you, or refuses to listen to your bullshit, you forget that it's you, who's selfish. You forget that there are people dealing with different issues, not obliged to be there for you. Friends are there by choice, not by force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this..i'll be hittin the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;I just caaaaaaaaaaaaaaan't take yall seriously. Good God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"You need to git up, git out and git somethin&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the days of your life pass by&lt;br /&gt;You need to git up, git out and git somethin&lt;br /&gt;Don't spend all your time tryin to get high&lt;br /&gt;You need git up, git out and git somethin&lt;br /&gt;How will you make it if you never even try&lt;br /&gt;You need to git up, git out and git somethin&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you and I got to do for you and I"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251618574277789524-2625333065821433420?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2625333065821433420/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=2625333065821433420' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/2625333065821433420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/2625333065821433420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-seem-to-have-lost-my-desire-to-take.html' title='Plan B -  Git up, Git out..'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_30J5ofCVtco/SHaN6uCCoxI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CsgTxAO_rd4/s72-c/gpu0050l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-705137452845519310</id><published>2007-11-12T10:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T11:54:15.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nuff Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s12/nwhyshutter07/JoeBuddTaggedNY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s12/nwhyshutter07/JoeBuddTaggedNY.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251618574277789524-705137452845519310?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/705137452845519310/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=705137452845519310' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/705137452845519310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/705137452845519310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2007/11/nuff-said.html' title='Nuff Said'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-1223007923783762605</id><published>2007-11-02T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T15:52:24.953-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moodmuzik III; talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joe budden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new track'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip hop'/><title type='text'>Star Inside Of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object height="274" width="348"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/FKLJK4LA7Egb5fX9"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/FKLJK4LA7Egb5fX9" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="274" width="348"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.joebudden.org/store/checkout_payment.php"&gt;Welcome in your MM3 (Mood Muzik 3) Pre-Order Joe Budden Store shop&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most underrated Talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251618574277789524-1223007923783762605?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/1223007923783762605/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=1223007923783762605' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/1223007923783762605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/1223007923783762605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2007/11/star-inside-of-me.html' title='Star Inside Of Me'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-4634606567699679996</id><published>2007-10-30T13:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T13:41:48.574-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moodmuzik III; talent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joe budden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip hop'/><title type='text'>It's that on top Muzik!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.joebudden.org/store/images/mm3pre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.joebudden.org/store/images/mm3pre.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Preorder now&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;moodmuzik III&lt;/span&gt;. it's that on top &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Muzik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;http://www.joebudden.org/store/product_info.php?products_id=103       &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/5251618574277789524-4634606567699679996?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/4634606567699679996/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=4634606567699679996' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/4634606567699679996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/4634606567699679996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2007/10/its-that-on-top-muzik.html' title='It&apos;s that on top Muzik!'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-5553177860520107705</id><published>2007-10-25T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T16:59:28.410-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingraditude'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strive for more'/><title type='text'>Reasonable Doubt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Life. What leads us to becoming&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; indifferent towards [xy]?&lt;/span&gt; Is it the oh so shameful lack of gratitude or the overload of disasters clashing with our busy lives? For my part, it may be the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reasonable doubt&lt;/span&gt; that my so called momentary destiny was in fact meant for me. I refuse to accept. Has somebody up there confused my plan with failure or am I simply followed by the wrong choices even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;while knocking on the right doors?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;If it was&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ingratitude,&lt;/span&gt; am I wrong? Should I appreciate the little things in life if life's significance to me are the things I work to achieve,-  accomplishments -&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/2999600/2/istockphoto_2999600_reach_for_the_stars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 266px;" src="http://www1.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/2999600/2/istockphoto_2999600_reach_for_the_stars.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; because the little things are no&lt;br /&gt;longer a challenge to me? Should I still be grateful for the chance of having those, even though I had already worked and gotten to them solely by my own &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dedication&lt;/span&gt;? Pretty often, this gratitude thing, and the so holy preachy "be grateful, somebody else is worse off" shit just doesn't apply.&lt;br /&gt;Would you settle for less, and s&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uppress your devotion&lt;/span&gt; of becoming&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; more than you're offered by circumstanc&lt;/span&gt;e, just to please the thought of false modesty and accepted chasteness?&lt;br /&gt;Why mourn then instead of trying to help or change what&lt;br /&gt;limits you or those you're concerned about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actions speak louder than words, but they are so much harder.  In the end, you don't help a suffering child by talking, you just boost your ego off it, pretend&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://engelwald.heim.at/teresa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 251px;" src="http://engelwald.heim.at/teresa3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing to be all that you're not. Disguising yourself with words holier than thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I detest seeing people in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"attempt to care"&lt;/span&gt; when for their part they don't. They just attempt to.  Plus all those that keep verbally spamming you with words of wisdom about the appreciation of life..when all these words, are quotables, heard a thousand times, personally applied  - not once -  by them. Some bullish that tickles my brain. This is the answer to the very first question. My indifference originates from these very people with their very [shams of] words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A lot of questions here..Egotripping never ends and there are too many phrases wasted meaninglessly in disguise, because in the end, we [should] never settle for less, and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; continuously strive for more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the verisimilitude of challenges - the dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251618574277789524-5553177860520107705?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5553177860520107705/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=5553177860520107705' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/5553177860520107705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/5553177860520107705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2007/10/reasonable-doubt.html' title='Reasonable Doubt'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-2728735879441607023</id><published>2007-07-18T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T18:12:20.802-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip hop'/><title type='text'>Real Hip Hop?</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://members.tripod.com/Tiny_Dancer/justhappy.wav" autostart="false" repeat="true" loop="true" height="25" width="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; CLICK PLAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't this by far realer than everything released in the last 5 months?&lt;br /&gt;Taking it waaaaaaaaay back...and hey...this is not LL, not Run, not even&lt;br /&gt;close...Click it or fool yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hurl.samples.dmpcontent.com/scripts/hurlPNM.exe?clipid=068206703180006900&amp;cid=600005"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;hip hop ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251618574277789524-2728735879441607023?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2728735879441607023/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=2728735879441607023' title='5 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/2728735879441607023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/2728735879441607023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2007/07/real-hip-hop.html' title='Real Hip Hop?'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-2136957182964500461</id><published>2007-07-12T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:14:48.119-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='support'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money future'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='23'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ambition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talents'/><title type='text'>Ambition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.theobjectworks.com/portfolio/images/Caged_Mind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 372px;" src="http://www.theobjectworks.com/portfolio/images/Caged_Mind.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Question Marks..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Sometimes i wonder whether it's my ambition that  limits me the most. Whilekids or let's call them young adults my age  settle for jobs, it's not a job that i want, but a successful and flourishing career.  I don't know why it's so hard these days watching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;all of these overrated folks make it in the industries*, whirring around the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;cities obtruding their hustle* onto each potential customer, who happens to inject $-signs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;in their eyes while the muzak plays the tunes  of a money-hungry cash desk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;waiting to give little exchange for big  expenditures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I want to have a career because i refuse to  settle for less. Less then I can achieve, less than I can do, because I have too  many raw talents and I know and am able to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;do so much more than life offers me. Now, ain't that a bitch, that ..this whole &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;"gameplan" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of "making it if you try" is conditioned by thesupport your 1. parents give you , be it of  emotional or financial nature, 2. the support your environment gives you seeing  you're trying, 3. the confidence you have about being THE SHYT, while nobody  believes in you. I believe the first one, parental faith and support in all  matters is what is most necessary for a child, even a teenager, or  adult.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If your closest ones don't teach you to strive to achieve, nor  help you open any of the doors that smooth the way to your  destinatinated talents, there is nobody and nothing that will ever be able to  show you. If you're damaged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt; by their negligence and  slackness in the essential years of your conscious thinking, you will surely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.spsu.edu/cccenter/counseling/CareerChoice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 283px;" src="http://www.spsu.edu/cccenter/counseling/CareerChoice.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;get screwed in  the long run...It's gonna be so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At 23, and 10 years of missing parental love and support, nor any faith  or belief that one day their child could make it, [because they failed to live  properly, and accepted the given, while watching me quietly while I - rugrat -  stand out in all matters..], I stand confused and limited by the lack of 1.  emotional 2. financial possibilities to step into the future happily. How great  and different would life be, had they provided the proper understandings,  push-on nature and dedication, when it was most needed. Not saying difference =  greatness. No it's not that. Not solely. People are cruel once they have given  up on reaching a better life, because it seemed too hard. I hate such people.  Now just think about it..considering, those&lt;br /&gt;are your own parents. You are  forced to develop some sort of hypocritical approach to them. You love those  people, but you hate their lack of ambition, because that's that slacky shit that made them stop [or not even start] pushing for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave my all, in school, work, in life, in love and friendships.Been slapped with nothing but pain in all maters. I hope the positive receipt for all of this will be handed in due time. How unfair would it be...if trying harder than others&lt;br /&gt;was nonsense, right? But hey..then again...remember they said..Life's a bitch..and then you die ....Watchout, quoting two of the biggest in this post..Guess who?!&lt;br /&gt;That was random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me a way to use what I have, because what i have is unlimited..&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't my possibilities be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Now by myself, all i have are the..great shambles of the big  dream..trying&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;to put the puzzle together as days go by. One day? - From rags to riches..I ain't dumb, I got 99 problems ....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251618574277789524-2136957182964500461?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2136957182964500461/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=2136957182964500461' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/2136957182964500461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/2136957182964500461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2007/07/ambition.html' title='Ambition'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-5560248460620400978</id><published>2007-07-11T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T11:40:26.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tears'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Best of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a932.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/7/l_7cd239022c42ebe6ad5fccc2f944292b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://a932.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/7/l_7cd239022c42ebe6ad5fccc2f944292b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div  style="font-style: italic;font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Loved you, Lost you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thought I'd give you  all the best of me, uhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We departed, broken hearted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I need to be  free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What we had was oh so lovely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll swallow my pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's my time to  find the best of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Can't be the type to be begging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Can't be the type  to plead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;My mama made me much wiser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;What's mine will be just for me,  yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm trying hard to just focus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;I'm trying hard to sleep,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Promise  I'm glad you're happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;When it's my time it will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Look I'm moving  on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt; I could’ve stayed in that place too long.&lt;br /&gt;I would’ve made it okay for you to do me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I would’ve played the role one more day&lt;br /&gt;If I didn’t hear my conscience say:&lt;br /&gt;stop, look around, is this where you belong?&lt;br /&gt; Look at yourself: are you weak, are you strong?&lt;br /&gt;I realize that it's all up to me to make myself happy.&lt;br /&gt;Finally I walked away, never would’ve seen this day,&lt;br /&gt;givin’ up on those things that hurt me made me who I am today.&lt;br /&gt; (Brandy - Finally; Afrodisiac[2004])&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7k4NN4jyg5Q"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7k4NN4jyg5Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251618574277789524-5560248460620400978?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/5560248460620400978/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=5560248460620400978' title='2 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/5560248460620400978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/5560248460620400978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2007/07/best-of-me.html' title='Best of Me'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-3163997439525136634</id><published>2007-07-07T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T03:42:46.430-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problems'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money future'/><title type='text'>All alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/X5GGNljs6k/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/X5GGNljs6k/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Springs/3952/Gallery5/Alone_in_the_world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 223px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/Tokyo/Springs/3952/Gallery5/Alone_in_the_world.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God be sending me signs like my future is preordained&lt;br /&gt;my timing keep gettin fucked, the wires still havent came&lt;br /&gt;and all I do is object but my shit ain't never sustained&lt;br /&gt;wonder if I keep on trying then will I finally attain&lt;br /&gt;wonder if I'll ever feel like I got &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nobody to blame..Mayne!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels like..the world just keeps crushing down on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251618574277789524-3163997439525136634?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/3163997439525136634/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=3163997439525136634' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/3163997439525136634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/3163997439525136634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-alone.html' title='All alone'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-2900480236544284261</id><published>2007-06-29T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T19:58:05.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='qb'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip hop. home'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='city.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new york'/><title type='text'>Self-Awareness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What I breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The world's seen me lookin' in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt; Images of me,  gettin' much clearer,&lt;br /&gt; Dear Self, I wrote a letter just to better my  soul,&lt;br /&gt; If I don't express it then forever I'll hold, inside..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s12/nwhyshutter07/30thjune/NYstateofMind.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 390px; height: 520px;" src="http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s12/nwhyshutter07/30thjune/NYstateofMind.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251618574277789524-2900480236544284261?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2900480236544284261/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=2900480236544284261' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/2900480236544284261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/2900480236544284261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2007/06/self-awareness.html' title='Self-Awareness.'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i148.photobucket.com/albums/s12/nwhyshutter07/30thjune/th_NYstateofMind.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-2942854866678734827</id><published>2007-06-29T19:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T06:06:00.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='return'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>Give Up the Goods...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://s148.photobucket.com/albums/s12/nwhyshutter07/30thjune/30thjune2.jpg" align="bottom" border="0" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;So it's pretty much the end of the  week&lt;/b&gt; (friday duh..) and the day's been&lt;br /&gt;kind of busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;..I picked up my homegirl from the airport, haven't  seen her in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;two years&lt;/b&gt;, she's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;beenout in D.C. and Detroit, and is now moving to  Jersey..&lt;br /&gt;Now she's&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; stopped by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;for a month &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;to chill with the peps /  fam..etc....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man i had the craziest ride. &lt;/span&gt;Trying  to find some &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;parking - impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;, Ended up driving around the damn airport..AAAAHH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Then&lt;/span&gt; her plane got in at what.. 12.48 or something..We  actually been there&lt;br /&gt;at..11.30(FUGG!)..(Hates waiting.) C was in a bad  mood, bitching all day a&lt;br /&gt;bout some pity shit, working my nerves. We ended up arguing at the  airport&lt;br /&gt;and on the way back like 2 yr olds I was like wtf. We argued about&lt;br /&gt;flowers, about  people, about moods, about plans, about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;fucken shoes.! Bullpiss. Some days  just aren't made&lt;br /&gt;for human beings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Other than that, her return made me  &lt;b&gt;rather upset&lt;/b&gt; for undisclosed reasons..&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;The situation I'm dealing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; with..reminded me  of..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life's a bitch and then you die&lt;/span&gt; lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks Nasir&lt;/span&gt;. You know some people are lucky enough to just  have shit undeserved.&lt;br /&gt;Fams, friends, Love, dough..Most of us, lack these "qualities" or just have  single&lt;br /&gt;particularities of them...and sure, we acquire personal wealth instead..&lt;br /&gt;Those that face  struggles all their life, grow up more mature, deeper, wise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;beyond age, mentally less dependent..but made  dependent by the circumstance&lt;br /&gt;of their surrounding. It's sad..How much is either one of those depths  worth,&lt;br /&gt;while one brings you forward in a matarialistic scenario, and the other "just" makes&lt;br /&gt;you the  "better quality" person, while you're being shitted on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Shit still smells right..Either way you put it.   Euphemizing the circumstance is a bitch. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div face="verdana" style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;While money might be the most influential issue,  when "creating" your life, the way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you want it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um..I was thinkin&lt;/b&gt; bout hittin  the club tonight with everyone "celebrating" her visit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;but I'll pass onthat..(Thinking: I'm 23, it's friday, and i'm at  home, while all of my&lt;br /&gt;friends are out..what a loser.) It's just one of those days, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i don't feel too great..&lt;br /&gt;Been crying yesterday, now I'm  still upset cause the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;problem's  un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;solved and I&lt;br /&gt;don't really see a way how to  solve it just yet, So this "nowayout"-mode drags along.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated with everything,  This adds up to: I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;don't know what to wear, don't wanna &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;do  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;my hair or walk in the rain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;don't wanna miss my dear bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tonight, and get home at 5&lt;br /&gt;am with my clothes smellin like shit...I don't wanna  get hit on by these dudes..I don't&lt;br /&gt;wanna see my ex. ETC. I don't want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this and i don't want that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;SHORT CUT: I'm  bitching&lt;/b&gt;. Blaaaah!!!! Why not just stay at home..&lt;br /&gt;Even though &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;right about now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel like I'm missin out on partying with them for  once..&lt;br /&gt;You know this shit  irks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's  like..DAMMMIT...I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;wanna be  there..but then...NAWWW...&lt;br /&gt;Stay your ass home now, do laundry,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;get some pizza, read a book and  chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(How Boring.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;img src="http://s148.photobucket.com/albums/s12/nwhyshutter07/30thjune/NYstateofMind2.jpg" alt="" style="width: 408px; height: 316px;" align="bottom" border="0" hspace="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;randomness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I did wanna go..Fucken  bs..I don't even know what i want right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;something just doesn't seem right..I been  contemplating going out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;for the last 4 hrs..and ended up wanting to stay  home just to question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;that decision again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blah..i'll go..get my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pizza&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  spaghett&lt;/span&gt;i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJ4TTci7Oqc"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZJ4TTci7Oqc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251618574277789524-2942854866678734827?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/2942854866678734827/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=2942854866678734827' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/2942854866678734827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/2942854866678734827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2007/06/give-up-goods.html' title='Give Up the Goods...'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-6982895622495701102</id><published>2007-06-23T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T11:56:39.143-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nightmares'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='s.t.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breakup'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>October in June</title><content type='html'>Awoken by the penetrance of a 7am call by some jerk, my eyes crawled into the day abruptly. A thought hit me, terrified me, scared me so bad I couldn't fall back asleep. It was the thought of october. The thought of october 1st alarmed my mind and weakened my heart. Not only is october the month of all of my pain, it's the birth month of both of my ex men, of whom one definitely..is ..that one. The person, who while hurting me more than anything in my entire life at our quits, is the one that I as well love more than anything or anyone else in it, while having subtly erased him out of my life after all the pain never left. I knew this week was something else, a nightmare, or maybe a prophecy of something terrible yet to come..but this uncertain feeling of october 1st, on a june 21st, caught me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes shut wide, my heart racing, almost certain that one of these days I was going to face a confrontation with both of these men that hurt me... This entry is kind of personal and i'm almost feeling embarassment or rather shallowness posting this, but as I don't post much , i will give this a shot to get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was june 21st and I was scared that time fast forwarded me 4 months ahead, to october, while little ole me - hurt.. unhappy - would have to congratulate those men for their mothers giving birth to them..congratulate them on the insertion into this life's existence..that happens to be nothing but a menace to my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hasty, still confused in my sheets, with my long hair on my eyes and lips, sweating, i grabbed my cellphone to check todays' date and make sure this was just a nightmare...And thank God, it was. A sole month scares the bones out of my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the datebook, i saw it was June, but i didn't register it as june just then..All that mattered  -  it wasn't october. I was relieved..my eyes shut..I fell back asleep confused by this sudden emotion..this fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know, neither did i remember it was june..june didn't matter.&lt;br /&gt;I am scared of having to face those, that brought nothing pain and sufferings to me, physically, emotionally, and this fear makes me weak. While having moved on...with no glimpse of hope, pity or remorse left inside me, it threatened my soul, to have to face him.., still so unhappy...just as unhappy as he left me, after all we've given to each other, with nothing but my pride left. And i'll still always love him..because he's a part of me. He - my best friend and my lover..once..still left a void that could not be filled by anyone that followed....What hurts the most, he'll never again have the chance to know how much i really loved...unconditionally..and still do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would have ever thought, we would once just be memories..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the love of my life, he is now my worst pain...because once, forever, we said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"he is I and I am him"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not a - holding on- entry...take it for what it is..it's just what i feel...just simple &amp;amp; real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251618574277789524-6982895622495701102?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/6982895622495701102/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=6982895622495701102' title='4 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/6982895622495701102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/6982895622495701102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2007/06/october-in-june.html' title='October in June'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-6540059060196296734</id><published>2007-06-21T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T01:26:53.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hit ons'/><title type='text'>Bus Stories: R-e-s-p-e-c-t.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hit-ons on the bus. Lack of tactics never ceases to impress me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get on the bus, sit down, trying to call my homegirl...&lt;br /&gt;See this dude approach me..Dude gets all up in my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[70% are "stage directions" simply because i wasn't talking. excusez-moi.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Heyyyyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(not looking, dialin number)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude: HIIIIIIIII!!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(sits down behind me, leans over his seat to smell my hair) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; silence - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(leans forward to talk to homegirl, and get the boy outta my neck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(watchin me, silence, still smelling my hair)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:    &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;(hangs up the phone, sits chillin on the bus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(leans over again)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Hiiii baby, I'm sorry i didn't wanna&lt;br /&gt;interrupt your conversation, didn't know you on the phone!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Me: It's cool..&lt;br /&gt;Dude: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe you wanna call me too???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Naw, i'm good..&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Whyyyyy?&lt;br /&gt;Me: I got a man, he wouldnt appreciate it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(best excuse ever.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Well, I got a girl! But it's whatever!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Well, I'm happy for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you really think your man is faithful? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look at me! I got a girl, but i'm still here!!&lt;br /&gt;You think he's not cheatin hahaha?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Every man cheats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me: &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Well as long as i trust him.&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;thinking: i should slap the fuck outta you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, it's about what i do. Step off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Well, we can still talk!!! I wanna talk on the phone!! You thinkin so far ahead!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;[allusion -  I just HAVE to be feeling him!!! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I have enough friends to talk to, i don't know about you..&lt;br /&gt;Dude: I got a lot of friends, but im always up to making more....&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(grins and blows in my neck)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: I'm not interested, leave it alone.&lt;br /&gt;Dude: What's wrong?..maybe i can help you!!!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Naw it's all good, thanks..&lt;br /&gt;Dude: I can help, I'm good!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(gets ready to get off the bus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Naw , you good, take care.&lt;br /&gt;Dude: Take care boo, good luck with everything!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (unexpected)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- End of conversation -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bum (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; a real crack bum&lt;/span&gt; -) who was sittin behind the dude and&lt;br /&gt;obviously watching the conversation gets up... Passes me by..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Bum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;RESPECT YOUNG LADY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Goood Job!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;(claps while leaving the bus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bust out laughing. The situation couldn't have gotten any more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awkward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Niam I'm tellin you, it's the bus stories son! LOL&lt;/blockquote&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/5251618574277789524-6540059060196296734?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/6540059060196296734/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=6540059060196296734' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/6540059060196296734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/6540059060196296734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2007/06/bus-stories-r-e-s-p-e-c-t.html' title='Bus Stories: R-e-s-p-e-c-t.'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-3357941417275792767</id><published>2007-06-12T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T11:58:41.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rayquon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hip hop'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stack bundles'/><title type='text'>Three Words: He is Gone.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i49/buggs_01/stackb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i49/buggs_01/stackb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="author"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="author"&gt;By Nolan Strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Queens,&lt;/span&gt; New York rapper and Byrd Gang member Stack Bundles was shot and killed this morning (June 11) in New York.&lt;/div&gt;      &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While details are sketchy, sources affiliated with the Stack Bundles told AllHipHop.com that the rapper was shot by unknown assailants in front of his home earlier this morning (June 11). &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stack Bundles was from Far Rockaway in Queens, New York. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The last time he was seen alive was at Stereo nightclub, where he and an entourage had an incident-free evening. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stack Bundles was affiliated with DJ Clue's Desert Storm and later became a member of Jim Jones' Byrd Gang group. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He recorded with a variety of artists, including Fabolous, Lil Wayne, Joe Budden, Max B., Juelz Santana, Jim Jones and others.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;http://allhiphop.com/blogs/news/archive/2007/06/11/18137333.aspx&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another one..and this one hurts..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Rest in peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" name="intelliTxt" id="intelliTXT" &gt;Rayquon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be missed homeboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="125"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P4V_yxBCylA"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P4V_yxBCylA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251618574277789524-3357941417275792767?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/3357941417275792767/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=3357941417275792767' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/3357941417275792767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/3357941417275792767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2007/06/three-words-he-is-gone.html' title='Three Words: He is Gone.....'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-9139228781028113788</id><published>2007-05-16T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T17:10:32.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't you dare</title><content type='html'>Ever felt like claiming the right to be shallow to escape this little bullshit world of&lt;br /&gt;self-deficiency, self-determination and self-destruction?..All these little selfs make&lt;br /&gt;up so  much of who we are...The right to be shallow would help, to not think about&lt;br /&gt;so much of what is thinkable...because often lost in thought, i realize the thinkables&lt;br /&gt;hurt me..they have NO END...no end..they just go on and on and on..and you jump&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brm-training.de/roter_faden/images/Roter-Faden13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 162px;" src="http://www.brm-training.de/roter_faden/images/Roter-Faden13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from thought one to an endless world of thoughts of thought two and three and four.. and eventually lost in all of this bogus shit, you even forget what your initial idea was. You lose the red thread...You get entangled within it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to mention all of these people who - once confronted with&lt;br /&gt;real depth of mind, seem to never again realize that you , like them, are a normal human being..These crazy expectations of a deep mind then become our fellow followers we are trying to not disappoint when stating certain points of views, once having acquired a logical state in which every tendency of shallowness becomes embarassing for us..Talk to them and make them feel like they are worse than you..Talk to them and make them feel&lt;br /&gt;like you're smarter than Them...Talk to them..Confront them with the obtuseness of their own minds, and make yourself GOD. They will love you forever...They will love you for everything you're BETTER than them. Talk About world politics, talk about economy..share the deepest philosophical outlooks on culture and society...But don't you dare to ever get tired of being deep..Don't you dare! Once, you get tired, and your deep mental state is pushed to sleep due to the constant activity, and you demand some sort of substitute peace while resting...booohoohoo..don't even dare to be "easy!"..Shut up, make yourself deaf, disappear..But Don't dare saying a word that nearly transcribes your own regularity in life...Be it grocery shopping, or dealing with regular friendship drama...Don't you dare to share..because once you disappoint them..You're just LIKE THEM! OMG! They realize, you're a human being and they become so self-conscious..in a sense where they see themselves on your level.in a sense where .all of the fame they gave you will fade...all the levels they once laid upon you, will vanish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess , this is the burden of every once-deep rapper...that happened to ever write an easy song..&lt;br /&gt;I guess,  this is the burden of every artist, who ever happened to draw a less impressive image...&lt;br /&gt;I guess,  this is the burden of everyone..who is a human being..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A regular day, to which the subordinate week was plain crazy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll update later..this is some real bs post..i'm tired.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251618574277789524-9139228781028113788?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/9139228781028113788/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=9139228781028113788' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/9139228781028113788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/9139228781028113788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-you-dare.html' title='Don&apos;t you dare'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-4736255979233136704</id><published>2007-05-05T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T04:53:42.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trade ins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>You can have Him  - Type Shit.. [Trade Ins - Part 2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...I seem to seriously attrackt psychopaths. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in the rotting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hell have&lt;/span&gt; you been hidin to just pop up when&lt;br /&gt;I need you the least?  So homeboy is cool with me, we're buddies..for God's sake..But he's attracted to me..And I know that, all this sleezy whatever i love you talk and oh you're so sexy shit.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.I hear it, but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;at the same time I ain't hearin it&lt;/span&gt;...You know I'm sayin..You can hear shit, but you won't respond to it..And You can hear it..but you're not feelin it...Like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;seriously..if him and I were the only XX/XY chromosomes&lt;br /&gt;left on this planet, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evolution  would END...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://real1.phononet.de/cover/small/111/869/t1c9tb3c.j31"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 231px; height: 231px;" src="http://real1.phononet.de/cover/small/111/869/t1c9tb3c.j31" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;  So I know he is on some bullshit with his girl, and of course he's usually tellin me how he  isn't ready for marriage with her..(3 1/2 yrs relationship) and she's the type of girl that'd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; do anything for the dude..and of course she wants to get hooked...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooked - on some - i&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; have him and he isn't goin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anywhere type shi&lt;/span&gt;t..- by marriage.. And he's the type of fella, who's indecisive as ass, and doesn't wanna get on that "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i ain't goin nowhere" type shi&lt;/span&gt;t..cause he holds his doors open..just eventually for another person to come around, and take him away. So..this relationship is either based on sexuality solely..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or it's just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consuetude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad habit..&lt;/span&gt; He's constantly complaining about her, (the little shits..you know the looks and the way she's buggin out on the jealousy tip..and seriously i could care less.) and dealing with other females she&lt;br /&gt;doesn't know about. And this is the reg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;ularity about dudes like him..&lt;br /&gt;Thats what females run into..And I been there..and he ..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;like Dana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gilmore said on DPJam, he was on that Donell Jones - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I don't know where I wanna be" type shit.&lt;/span&gt;.that almost killed my braincells...&lt;br /&gt;because we end up wondering and doing more and more to please this person and make them ours..But in the end..&lt;br /&gt;all of this confusion talk is just a bunch of idiotic crap composted by an idiotic person who is simply waiting for something&lt;br /&gt;better to come around to leave your ass alone..or come back to you after he realized the trade-in he picked, could never reach up to you...And this is the man..that I call..the love of my life...along with this Donell Jones type shit.&lt;br /&gt;That's what we end up feeling while trying to analyze the situation and our heart is bleeding and bleeding and..we lose so much blood , we eventually lose ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read - trade ins..shit's just everywhere man..) .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.fotosearch.com/bigcomps/phd/PHD309/65143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 191px;" src="http://images.fotosearch.com/bigcomps/phd/PHD309/65143.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;And she..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;don&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'t &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KNOW her.&lt;/span&gt;.But she's the type of female who may discuss everything with&lt;br /&gt;her homegirls and seek depth in HIM but he's just too shallow to see the heck she wants...&lt;br /&gt;More than anythin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;g, I'm sure he isn't even trying..Okay..so things weren't going great&lt;br /&gt;for the past weeks between em..by what he's told me..And i kept telling him it's his own fault.. He's started to get accustomed to some older woman who is in their common circle of friends.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Again..his girlfriend doesn't know...he's on some serious shit..&lt;/span&gt;and if he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;wasn't a friend..I might as well put this dude in the place for dissing his girl like that. Because i've been through this and I know how it feels..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i wake up today ..great busy Saturday..and I happen to not have spoken to the dude in about a month now due to business, and we're buddies and i know all about that..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "oh i care about u so much"..and "oh i love you"..and "oh let's get married" type shit..&lt;/span&gt; So i kept skippin those lines, ignoring them..until he started talkin to me normally..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..I happen to as w&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ell receive this text this morning&lt;/span&gt;..and i am caught up betweenthe need to bust out Laughing at this shit..and getting seriously MAD at him even putting me between the chairs. Cause ..for God's sake..yet again i don't have ANYTHING to do with this situation..I've known him for years, but at the same time I barely know him..Feel me?.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriend messages me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Subject: u can have  him... im done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knoe u must  have heard alot about me but I really am not the way&lt;br /&gt;he says I am, that is his  only way of trying to get to decent looking&lt;br /&gt;females &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knoe he wants to  move u in and he loves u and all that shit,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am practically giving him 2 u  hunny,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank u 4 saving me from that&lt;br /&gt;psychoatic fool  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wasted 3 yrs  of my life! &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;have fun the both of u, by the way&lt;br /&gt;tell him &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;im terminating  it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will knoe wut that means &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i am finally over him thankxz  "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what do you respond to something like that..&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;First of all, I got fucking mad while chuckling  at the same time at the ridiculousness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of the situation..For one..I don't know her..For two, i have never even once flirted with him..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; for 3..this dude must be fucking nuts. So I chilled, and replied..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subject: I'm not even slightly interested  in ole boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PS/87665%7EDude-Wtf-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 272px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/PS/87665%7EDude-Wtf-Posters.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div  style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I wanted to let you know, this shit  isn't about me..maybe there's another fem. But i'm just his friend, I  don't know what he told you.. But i have never been interested in him,  even in a least bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;     &lt;div  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;What happened? &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;I know yall been going through things and i know he's not always actin right..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;I've always told him tobe respectful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't  worry girl, it's not about the way&lt;/span&gt; he feels for you,he loves you...Seriously,i don't want ole boy.  He's just  a friend to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's that thing with..he wants to move&lt;br /&gt;me  in? What the heck? I have my own place to stay girl..Move me in? Crazy? Why would i move in with him? This must be a misunderstanding.. What the  went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there's some drama..but seriously  girl, it isn't even about me..You should deal with him ánd talk about  it... because it's straight fucked up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter he's my friend and all.. that's not my style...He's taken and i could &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div face="georgia"&gt;care less about him, other than friendship wise. Talk to him cause  i see something went wrong right here in communications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;This is this You can Have him type shit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.columbiajournalist.org/images/girl-crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 181px;" src="http://www.columbiajournalist.org/images/girl-crying.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man yall must be fucking crazy....craaaaaaazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And this is the reason why women cannot Trust..Trust in fucking what?&lt;br /&gt;Empty promises? I can so feel homegirls words right now..Seriously..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shit isn't about me..And i'm glad she ain't bothered to diss me&lt;br /&gt;But i've been in the situation and i know how tough this is...And i've&lt;br /&gt;been in her shoes once..And this is the hardest way to walk..the hardest&lt;br /&gt;steps to take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is by far the only thing men will never understand&lt;br /&gt;about choices.Shit like that is killing you and your faith to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;find someone truthful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/42HCybsBA5g"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/42HCybsBA5g" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251618574277789524-4736255979233136704?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/4736255979233136704/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=4736255979233136704' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/4736255979233136704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/4736255979233136704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2007/05/you-can-have-him-type-shit-trade-ins.html' title='You can have Him  - Type Shit.. [Trade Ins - Part 2]'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-6132367480878143018</id><published>2007-05-02T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T11:16:38.021-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trade in'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationship'/><title type='text'>The Emotional - Trade - In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First of all let me say.....We always  know..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who we truly love.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;And who we  don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;We always know...the real potential bunch ofpeople who we'd do well with,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;in case a relationship was in the possible frame.We know who we want. There is no denying in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This might be one of those &lt;strong&gt;precipitous  entries&lt;/strong&gt;, hitting you, colliding with you, when facing a &lt;strong&gt;freshly unresolved  situation&lt;/strong&gt;, puzzled yet by it's &lt;strong&gt;lack of  sincere irony&lt;/strong&gt;..I'm dwelling on this shit  as it's some serious shit..And it hurts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;to realize this is an &lt;strong&gt;absolute  term,&lt;/strong&gt; applicable to each person in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I'm wondering about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;strong&gt;relationships and  trophies..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Either one i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;s not too far  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;from the other..Trust me. You will be guessing why I  feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;this way in the course of this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;entry..But I've come to encounter people being traded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;in like troph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://imgs.writing.com/imgs/writing.com/writers/awardicons/lg-trophy_heart-500.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 166px;" src="http://imgs.writing.com/imgs/writing.com/writers/awardicons/lg-trophy_heart-500.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;ies, platinum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;old, silver ones..The value of a person changes within  the amount of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;time  and the g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;rade of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;connection you share with  them..As well, it  changes more than anything with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;the lack of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;balance of  emotional exchange. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you don't give as much as you gave before..or too much,  either way, you face being traded in. More than anything your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; worth is easily transferred onto a new someone who shares a greater bundle of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; current ideologies of life of the trader. No concreteness minded  here. Have you ever wondered whether the person  &lt;strong&gt;that is steadily claiming the exclusivity of their love for solely  y&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;ou&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; to have a trade-in person to give this same love  to&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; in case you and them don't work  out?...&lt;/strong&gt;Believe it or not, I'd suggest for you to believe it.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;We  all have our trade-ins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serious or not..We bullshit a lot, we fake  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;a lot...Not in evil ways..call it flirting  ..&lt;br /&gt;ACCUMULATING LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://home.millsaps.edu/mcelvrs/Hunter_Gatherer_cartoon.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 300px;" src="http://home.millsaps.edu/mcelvrs/Hunter_Gatherer_cartoon.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;HUNTERS AND GATHE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RERS&lt;/span&gt;. We all are...Proud owners  of trophies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;We accumulate emotional baggage and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;this way keep ourselves safe from a greater hurt, that is only to face us  when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;we truly have Loved someone once. Being single is not easy, it's not hard either..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;My thoughts on this one seem confused, I'm trying to solve that puzzle,&lt;br /&gt;but  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;All i'm really saying is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;We all have our  trade-ins.. We all have someone, we have a  potentiality of &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;getting with, most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; If we truly worked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;towards it..it wouldn't be as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;hard with them, as it'd be with aperfect stranger.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;because either way, while digging deeper with only one.. Exclusive  One of our liking,&lt;strong&gt; We still keep the rands close to us. For  emotional stability, for our literal sake&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt;for the assembly of our hurt ego, if the  exclusive one happens to not be as interested, or not as much into it, as  they once were.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I've always been fond of the existence  of this phenomenon &lt;strong&gt;- Trade -.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;We do it...We do it consciously. Not intended, as  per wanting to hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;someone actively, but, &lt;strong&gt;we do it to save  our souls...&lt;/strong&gt;It's so fucking funny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;we are ridiculous. If he doesn't work out..Take  the next one...Work towards them, &lt;strong&gt;and turn them into whatever the  last person wasn't ready to be for you&lt;/strong&gt;. We don't push as forward as to actually getting  with them..and facing a fake relationship..but we go as far as our ego lets  us...Sometimes we go too far.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.diebrain.de/pix/hi/edkarl/dickebacke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.diebrain.de/pix/hi/edkarl/dickebacke.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;This is something  &lt;strong&gt;rodents&lt;/strong&gt;  do..We're like fuckin rodents..Why Rodents?.. You know, take hamsters n shit...These little  fuckers stack food the same way we stack emotional depth with diverse  characters&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;With the only aim of this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;accumulation being security and prevention in  cold times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny huh...This shit's too sad to be true, but it's true and thus it's  sad. We stack it all up like it's food...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Just that we eat emotions..absorb  emotions, breathe emotions and feel stronger and greater and better knowing a bunch of  people out there would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; love to be that exclusive one for  us&lt;/strong&gt;..At the same time, we never cease&lt;/span&gt; to want to forget that eventually,  our &lt;strong&gt;trade-ins have their own trade-ins&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once THEIR exclusive ones vanish,  we become  the main center of transferred attention in their current life of  love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I hope you're getting this...This is kind of  unsorted..but main points stated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Want some real shit? This is a real conversation  with someone I wasn't, am not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;ever going to be ready for....But this is the  phenomenon of trade in..How funny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;after all that is being claimed by this person  before the emotional decline from Me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;his eventual Exclusive One, just a couple of  minutes ago. Now, the exclusivity &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;was transferred onto GirlXY...whose name I erased  as it's rather irrelevant..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trade-in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Person X hits me up after an indefinite point  of time after a complete cease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;of communication. Why we stopped conversing?  It just happened to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;the lack of interest. I reply to his question  as per why I haven't kept &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;1) Response;  &lt;strong&gt;Me to Person X's first  Text&lt;/strong&gt;: [post unnecessary, context clear.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Okay...so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here thinking..we don't talk for almost a month while the last  message we ever exchanged was an "alright." sent by me..after you basically say  you didn't care and i could do whatever floats my boat...So now..I'm  confused..about the casual note..about the casual words...about the casual  reasons...I'm not too sure , there's nothing for you to prove to me, you know  you're not my boyfriend, never were..But it confuses me...For a while, you leave  me alone..and then I'm back visually..more or less casually as well..back  in your picture, and you do remember me..You never said you didn't want to speak  to me again, yet again at the time given, the things and the point we came to  when I shared, i didn't feel as much that you were ready to deal with whatever i  had to say..and nor did i ever expect for you to ever get ready to deal with it.  .And i know it's too much for you.&lt;br /&gt;I told you from the start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Response: Person X to  Me:&lt;/strong&gt; [situation after an eventual cutoff]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;No,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop.You just kept  shooting down everything positive that I'd say.&lt;/strong&gt; And it was like, there  was no reaching you. So I just gave in to what you were saying. Saying that  you're ultimately gonna do what you want anyway. Which is true. No...I'm not  your boyfriend, but how many fuckin times have I said I would! In less than a  heartbeat, I'd say yes, if you ever asked me to be that guy. Lord knows, you  know, I wanna be that guy. I AM that guy just that you aren't ready... but I  never wanted to push you away or be pushed away,&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;...god, I care about  you. I never wanted to stop...I just figured you'd tell me when you had more to  say..other than..'alright'. I don't get what you mean about a picture...but I've  never stopped thinking about you, wondering when I'd hear from you, or  attempting to call you..because that's how much I care. You gawt me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;Response: Me to Person  X..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Date: 02 May 2007, 07:58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Person  X,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept shooting down everything positive you had to say? - And how is  that? I mean...what is positive?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;The fact that i haven't consciously responded to  the romantic expressions..loveable words or promises &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;said by you?...or to your hopes for the future? -  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I'd rather not respond when I don't even know  where I stand or where I want to stand, where I am able to stand..I can't tell  you one thing, and feel another, I'm never going to be the person to tell you  something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;out of a simple yet again "casual" mood, or  emotional outburst..just because eventually it could please your feelings if I  started the "honey" -talk, that I COULD start..But i'm not the type of woman to  do that....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I just can't do it. I know how it is to be  played, I know how it feels to be hurt so bad because people say things to you,  they don't truly mean..I'm not trying to be one of those bastards who play with  so's heart..because I know what it felt like when they played with mine.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I cannot, and will not respond anything romantic  or sexual in whatever context to you, as long as I don't know you enough to say  we're heading ways..&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry if that is the positivity response you are  missing,&lt;/strong&gt; but I won't do this to you..It would hurt because one day you  will be expecting it after I say it once...And then the next day maybe I won't  be able to say it twice..And you will be wondering Why...And the response to why  would be..I don't KNOW why. Because i'm not sure whether I can keep up with the  risks of a relationship...Again, I told you why and what..and when and  how...Even if i wanted to say anything sweet to you, cause you deserve  it..because you know as well I could do that..It's too hard for me and I just  dont feel at ease with the most simplistic shit with you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Being that sweet lovable and lovegiving little naive  thing..&lt;em&gt;I've been through too much for too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30J5ofCVtco/RjjPuSsgd8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z8Nhoi1Bjl0/s1600-h/Liebest%C3%B6ter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30J5ofCVtco/RjjPuSsgd8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z8Nhoi1Bjl0/s320/Liebest%C3%B6ter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060022575550199746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;We been there, and I been telling you  these things in 2005...when we got to know each other, which should let you know  I am different when I'm truly open with you..But things have changed for  me...life flipped 180. I've grown..I feel so old you wouldn't believe it. I  could be there jokin and foolin around and making&lt;br /&gt;sincere  love-references all day...when maybe just a year ago, that's all I could do  because I  truly loved him.. so intensely. But I can't let  loose and seriously, i don't know why..Maybe i just don't have that trust  left..I'm too tensed ..My guards are up, and i've tried long enough to let it  all down..But this shit makes me vulnerable..Whenever I get to fall in love, it  makes me the weakest person. I won't be sitting here watching how you deal with  other women...I won't because again it makes me feel like I could eventually  later turn out to be just one of them..no matter the case or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt  as if i said so much, seriously, i felt like an idiot at some point because i  was telling you about my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;feelings for someone else.How stupid, shit how  stupid??? But i thought of you first and foremost as a friend. That's some bogus  shit but eventually all that is stuck inside of me is what i told you and that's  just the simpliest truth..Would you rather want to have me rush into something  I'd flee from in a couple of days, weeks or months once the situation turns out  to be threatening my emotions or my feelings for you, any feelings i have for  you at all, friendship, romance? if it got any deeper from this point on, if we  got in a relationship? Do you seriously want that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think so.  Cause shit would hurt you and it would take away all of your faith in a healthy  relationship like it's taken away mine. Now aside from all love oaths, and all  promises and hopes, You wouldn't want me to start&lt;br /&gt;something I'm not Into,  just to have us get romantic...which then leads to having us get sexual one  day...and then...to leaving each other alone because things haven't started at  the right time and the right place..due to impatience?..insecurity?..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same as you figured I'd write, I figured you were done. Because, no  disrespect...that's what it is.We've beend one...and I've said ok and maybe  thought it's for the better this way none of us gets hurt..or risks getting hurt  in the course of the situation..I don't know what we're meant to be...I wish  someone gave me some tracks to follow...Shit, strew some crumbs along the way,  someone , god whoever is upstairs..so i know this isn't yet another  mistake...This is what i'm feeling about the approach ..about the risks and the  failures that i've been through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why there is no idiotic  response to your steady emotional sincerity..from my side..I'm sincere with what  I give you and as much as I can give to you..I'm not ready for  more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Person X's  response: The TRADE IN...Watch this  carefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I appreciate your honesty.. Eventhough  this still hurt, it didn't hurt the way it could've. ..I just have to respect  what you want. Don't worry, I won't..I won't say anything that provokes 'sweet'  thoughts or..anything. I'll just continue to be the only me I can be..and uhm,  from there..&lt;strong&gt;hope you fall in love with who I am on your  own&lt;/strong&gt;..and &lt;strong&gt;not what I say to you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm no  player...I'm not what everyone thinks. I have tons of female friends, yeah..but  because I listen. I give advice. Half the girls I know are friends of friends  who met me through my buds and want my advice on certain guys. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'll admit, someone is grabbing my interest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..but I  just met her. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm not going to lie to you, because I  never have and I don't intend on starting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MIND ME, the AUTHOR OF THIS...THIS WAS NEW TO  ME.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Tomorrow night, I'm going to pick up a girl  to see a movie with her. GirlXY. I waited as long as I could, without hearing  from you, and just decided...shit..she's nice..and she wants to get to know me.  That's all this is right now, is still feeling each other out...but you know...I  know how it is to be hurt. and...we're two different people, but there's no way  that I'm giving up on relationships just because one fucking whore (his  ex) screwed up what I thought was a good relationship. I say fuck that because  everyone isn't the same. Everyone isn't gonna hurt me. And then, I have to face  that...I can't compare everyone to her as far as how evil they can be...and with  you, I can't compare girls that want to make me happy to you.. I mean...it's  shitty. It hurts like hell. And she could tell when we were hanging out that my  mind was somewhere else. [BULLSHIT] You know what she did? She pulled me back.  She kept talking. She kept hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.davidshrigley.com/images/drawings/state_of_play/1_me_next.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 372px;" src="http://www.davidshrigley.com/images/drawings/state_of_play/1_me_next.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Eventually she got my attention. So  we're gonna go to this midnight screening tomorrow of Spiderman 3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I'm fine with this because I'm not going back on  what I said. You've made it clear that you're fine being guarded...and I know  you aren't asking me to..but a part of me feels so fucking compelled to fight  for you. I don't want to do it. Because I've fought..and fought..all my life for  things that I want. And for this? For my...'ideology shit, I shouldn't have to  fight! Even in my dream, she's the one thing I don't have to fight for! The best  things in life are free..right? Love shouldn't cost a thing..and therefore,  every time love does me in, I make sure that it takes nothing from me. Because  it's one of the only things I can rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;God, I want you above all (my name) You...you  have this poetry..and..ah. No use going into it. Honestly, I don't want this to  be another mistake for you either. So I'm telling you. When finally figure out  how good we can be..you tell me. Don't hesitate, you tell me when you're sure.  Cuz I'd hate for you to look back and see that I am that guy. On that topic, I  am cocky. I'm a great catch...and I don't want just any fuckin girl. I want  you....but if you aren't ready, then I'm not holding my breath. This isn't  goodbye, it's me acknowledging what you want...and I respect it enough to stop  saying things after this letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I request you call me (his alter  ego name) until that day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....The End..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;This in fact..as much as he wouldn't want to make  a final cut..like we had one already, before he wrote..is a Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;For good.. He won't comprehend his exclusive One...is gone now...We all want an  exclusive one..Someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;who holds love for US only. Till then, we're searching. S&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ee the very first  sentence of this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The trade in  happened:)...I'm not concerned as much as i could be..because i have no trust  left..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;had not rust left..I knew  it...But watch the phenomenon...Funny isn't  it?...Rodents..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good, i know who i  want...not.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5251618574277789524-6132367480878143018?l=nwhystatamind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/feeds/6132367480878143018/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5251618574277789524&amp;postID=6132367480878143018' title='1 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/6132367480878143018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5251618574277789524/posts/default/6132367480878143018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nwhystatamind.blogspot.com/2007/05/emotional-trade-in.html' title='The Emotional - Trade - In'/><author><name>n.why</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-d0iKmGH4XfM/TfusDCo6ApI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0SdG_Qe4or4/s220/DSC_3535.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_30J5ofCVtco/RjjPuSsgd8I/AAAAAAAAAAM/z8Nhoi1Bjl0/s72-c/Liebest%C3%B6ter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5251618574277789524.post-7986364341552294733</id><published>2007-02-13T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T07:11:51.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Death of Hip Hop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;About Hip Hop and it's supposed "Death"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I am so often  forced to encounter the  same bullshit discussions about hip hop, and it's so called  "death"..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;hip hop not being the same, hip hop not  being worth as much, hip hop not to be resurrected, hip hop to  be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;given up on. Hip hop being just 50 , just the new BEP, Jeezy or whatever bullshitters hit the game today. Okay..sick of it. This post is rather untypical, yet still personal..and i just share this with yall to see some outlooks, opinions..I got in the writing mood..about this..And hey maybe you can just roll along with me and tell me openly what you truly feel..outside of the hotsteppin stereotypical opinion shit that was triggered in the media. This shit is truly controversial..but just try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Topic started by someone:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;"What will it take to revive hip hop to what it suppose or  used to be?&lt;br /&gt;what needs to be change...if not why are you content with what  is being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;produced as of today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="ljcut" text="Read more..."&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;My words: &lt;i&gt;About Hip  Hop&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;There are a lot of different phenomenons taking over in this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; culture. I don't believe in forced or necessary change in Hip Hop. It has grown and changed to become what it needs to be. What it needs to be NOW, at this very moment, to step up and change LATER if it needs to change. It's gonna happen..no need to stre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q26/nwhystate2007/HIPHOPnyct.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 214px;" src="http://i132.photobucket.com/albums/q26/nwhystate2007/HIPHOPnyct.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;ss it. We can't fast forward in time, it's an evolutionary process..and it changes with the change of US, what we li&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;sten to and what we speak about..How we look at life, music, taste, style. Whatever and anything..I understand the fellow oldschool lovers, but see that..Hip Hop was raised and cared about, yet sometimes left alone and abandoned to the i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;ndustry when people lost faith in the music and rather developed a slight obsession with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;roduct itself. That's on you too. That's partly what we have today. Still you can't take away from what it is, what it always was, and what it speaks for. Ain't shit is dead..nothing was buried, nothing and noone was offered condolences. You ain't gonn walk up to Rev Run and tell him..&lt;i&gt;"yo dude..hip  hop is dead. I'm so sorry about your loss dude."&lt;/i&gt; Would you? We still talk about Hip Hop..We still listen to Pac, we still listen to Big, we still listen to the new cats who make an impression. If we weren't , we wouldn't be in this discussion. Hip Hop has grown and it has grown to VARY, not to stand still, as it is alleged so often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;There's a lot of shit to judge..a lot of shit indeed..We can start going from phony Cali hype to the NY [partly] shit burstouts starting over again pretending like making a couple of beats on an old soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; sample makes shit worth listening to. We could start a discus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;sion with 50 cent and Jeezy ruinin the industry...at the same time a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;bout artists like The Roots, Jean Grae, Kweli or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; Nas, lifting it up and making the best of it..We could also go back in history as we all know where it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;has started..and dra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;w some examples to let everyone know what hip hop obviously had been back in the DAY. Consider though, back then it was NEW. And today, it's really really hard to REINVENT a phenomenon, a culture that has been existent for 30 years. That's like trying to press the reset button on culture generally. Move along folk. We still have the hottest bands, we have so many good artists, but hey..it's on you to not see it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;You can't see the for&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;e&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;st for the  trees.&lt;/b&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have a lot of new c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;ats tryin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;g to get into the game..but how could you blame them..Hip Hop has always been that WAY out of the bs in life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.pbase.com/g4/27/613727/2/62075718.FYEzZufw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://i.pbase.com/g4/27/613727/2/62075718.FYEzZufw.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;..it's a door opener. Ain't shit needs to change..Nothing is dead..it has never died..As&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; i've said in the other post.. T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;here's no need to stop changes..Saying hip hop is dead is basically an equivalent to saying a child is not a child without parents...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hip Hop is universal&lt;/span&gt;, a question of taste still up to this day..whereas some folk may consider crunk as hip hop, i may not. Whereas some may think The Game is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;the hottest new MC around (and the number of fiends is not quite limited to be honest ), I or one of you or many of you may believe the dude is just hot crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Why trying to change it..there's so much diversity in it now..It'll never be back to where it was NEW..stop holding on to that thought..You can't make oldschool hip hop come back cause back then it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;was still about the music and the lifestyle..today just too many side factors play an enormous role..Reminiscin about the days of JMJ and RunDMC , or Dela, or Dilla , Big L, Diamond D,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; whatever...ain't gettin us nowhere..This shit ain't comin back..Just like the year Nas dropped his first album ain't gonna come back..Move along with the changes..That's the only thing you can do to CHANGE what you do not like about it, to the positive...it's about your own attitude and your choices...When you listen to bullshit, bullshit is gonna follow you everywhere..When you check your ears and keep your eyes open, you might get away from the stereotypical opinion of dead hip hop, dead originality, godfathers of hip hop and instead, you might notice , grasp, their major impact on those many [and maybe more than you are willing to realize] artists, that could eventually FILTER and USE these original influences and combine it with their style to embody what Hip Hop means today. If you are able and willing to see beyond what is given to you on TV...God..hit up some shows, go check some freestyle sessions..listen to underground stuff or even the old Radio LP by LL, anything..there is such a grand choice you can pick from DAILY...a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nd just solely by THAT alone, define the CHANGES you CRAVE for so badly...The change is about You...Noone else. Ain't nothing grows without guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Personally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't and won't complain about anything, i truly love hip hop for what it is and what it has grown to become UP to this day. If i want some real stuff, I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; choose to LISTEN to real music&lt;/span&gt;, but that's just about ME..just about what I myself regard as real. I choose to listen to my style, whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; triggers my emotions...to my old cds, to my new ones..hey i am so happy there are artists like L&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ittle Brother, J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs14/i/2007/035/5/6/Culture_by_NYCITAphotography.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 217px;" src="http://fc01.deviantart.com/fs14/i/2007/035/5/6/Culture_by_NYCITAphotography.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B, Lad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;y Sovereign,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jean Grae, Papoose, Pharaohe, Mos, Nas, Jay, The Roots or&lt;/span&gt; even the new nerd-philosophy hype &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;with L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;upe.&lt;/span&gt; Talent. There are so many more around..I'm happy to get a hold of an old LP, just as I am happy to get a chanc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; to discover a new artist that's worth listening to. Those mentioned are not necessarily new folks, but they are not oldscho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;ol, they simple were ABLE to get that impa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;ct and inject it in their OWN music. Obviously that's what we fall for today. Originality mixed with history, mixed with style and talent..They are not what you could call "oh yea the old artists, that doesn't count"..They are not something that is held on to desperately, when it's turned from a child to a teenager or an ADULT...It's that "daddy can't let his little baby go" syndrome..That's the only problem folks have..I couldn't complain about Hip hop because it's truly something that sparks my passion, my art, my soul, provokes my daily thought and outlook on life STILL TODAY..it has been that way since i was a baby. I've grown up with it. I been there in the times of 50, just like I was there in the times of LL's first Album. Listen to everything from oldschool, to whatever hits the markets and analyze what I LOVE and what i don't. If i don't wanna listen to 50 and his crap, shit i don't listen to it and move along with what I DO want to listen &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;to. We have enough choice to make..and enough changes to make about ourselves and our opinions. 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