<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;CEQBQnw5eyp7ImA9WhdREkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630104499352167950</id><updated>2011-08-02T15:39:13.223+02:00</updated><title>20ish</title><subtitle type='html'>20ish is not based on research but personal thoughts. 20ish is the beginning of the future expressions and the end of ignorant minds. Life is all about changes . So change for the better , change to 20ish and your life will be a whole lot better....happy blogging friends.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630104499352167950/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tumelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230266202256522840</uri><email>45682313@mylife.unisa.ac.za</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUQFQXwzfCp7ImA9WhdSFEw.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630104499352167950.post-5490794279460576981</id><published>2011-07-23T12:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T12:35:10.284+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-07-23T12:35:10.284+02:00</app:edited><title>One ''playa'' DOWN</title><content type='html'>hi friends &lt;br /&gt;
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Once in a little while most of us get our hearts broken deliberatly by someone we trusted that they will not break them. &lt;br /&gt;
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Once in a while we become objects or subjects and we are used in a game that non of us gets to see it until its over. &lt;br /&gt;
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In this life time we have people who can talk , people who can listen ,we have people who can lie and we also have people who can easily believe.&lt;br /&gt;
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In this very life time we have people who make promises and those who break them. So who are you?&lt;br /&gt;
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A ''playa'' is a normal person , normal boy or girl, a man or woman. That person has feelings ,conscience, believes, dreams and most importantly LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;
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I've come to realise that most people that are claiming to be ''playas'' are actually the same people that can love dearly .&lt;br /&gt;
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These people also share one thing in common..well its not ''heartbreakin ability'' but they have all been hurt once upon their love lives.&lt;br /&gt;
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What happened is that they got played by somebody and that experience to them became unbareble to an extend that they abandoned love and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;
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So they actually seeking avengance in everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hence there is another type of ''playa'' . These one has never fallen in love ,never tasted commitment, never been bitten by the love bug.&lt;br /&gt;
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These people like to experiment with these thing called love. They are the weakest when in pain , whenever they feel or think that they are falling in love they opt-out ''juz like that''-gone.&lt;br /&gt;
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These type of ''playas'' are very dangerous because they dont care if they hurt the next person ,all they care about is nobody but themselves. &lt;br /&gt;
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How to deal with a ''playa'' ..well the truth of the matter is there is no way you can deal with a ''playa'' but fortunatly you can avoid them and stay on the safe side. &lt;br /&gt;
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''Playa'' believe that love is a game and winning is everything to them. They know these game very well . They know what to say , how to say it , when to say it and where to say it. &lt;br /&gt;
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A real hardcore ''playa'' never makes mistakes , well even if they do you wont spot it because they will rectify that flaw before you even blink twice. They are shut-closed books ,&lt;br /&gt;
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theres no way you can tell what a ''playa'' is thinking. &lt;br /&gt;
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-He is outspoken and confident&lt;br /&gt;
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-He always wants to talk about you ,the topic is never about him&lt;br /&gt;
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-He is perfect (if you think he is your dream man ) he is too good to be true :::he is playing you &lt;br /&gt;
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-He makes no mistakes&lt;br /&gt;
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message of the day : Not everything he says is his first is true..he has done that before and he is still gonna do it again.&lt;br /&gt;
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Playas look like me and you . But keep in mind that they also have hearts . Find a way to that heart when he plays games you sturb that heart...1 playa down&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630104499352167950-5490794279460576981?l=20tosomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/feeds/5490794279460576981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-playa-down.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630104499352167950/posts/default/5490794279460576981?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630104499352167950/posts/default/5490794279460576981?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/2011/07/one-playa-down.html' title='One &apos;&apos;playa&apos;&apos; DOWN'/><author><name>Tumelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230266202256522840</uri><email>45682313@mylife.unisa.ac.za</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03665350825519638085'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0AGQ304eSp7ImA9WhdREkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630104499352167950.post-4537142791097515861</id><published>2011-07-04T00:36:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T15:28:42.331+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-02T15:28:42.331+02:00</app:edited><title>my conjectures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Can we just love with our eyes closed..&lt;br /&gt;To dreams of everlasting sweetness and such those..&lt;br /&gt;Only forsake those awful words we spoke..&lt;br /&gt;I often strangely amazed by what keeps us hold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we just kiss with our eyes open..&lt;br /&gt;To see the beauty within us..&lt;br /&gt;Closer by the glimpse of the eye..&lt;br /&gt;Closer to you im in heaven kissing the lips of the sky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we just float silently to paradise&lt;br /&gt;and lay quietly on the lawn of tranquil..&lt;br /&gt;Where we can visualize earth and let nature reveal..&lt;br /&gt;Reveal the unspoken mystery inside my heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i withdraw my actions..your leaving..&lt;br /&gt;You give me strawberry feelings..&lt;br /&gt;I fell out of a boiling lava..&lt;br /&gt;and fell in your comfortness..dear lover&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me now in this waterfall of tears..my dear lover..&lt;br /&gt;Don't look away as i look back to you..&lt;/p&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/2630104499352167950-4537142791097515861?l=20tosomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/feeds/4537142791097515861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-conjectures.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630104499352167950/posts/default/4537142791097515861?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630104499352167950/posts/default/4537142791097515861?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-conjectures.html' title='my conjectures'/><author><name>lebidike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16485118349836528401</uri><email>lebix@webmail.co.za</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00900841983037369995'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0ACQXc-fSp7ImA9WhdREkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630104499352167950.post-8574468857647242142</id><published>2011-07-04T00:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T15:29:20.955+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-02T15:29:20.955+02:00</app:edited><title>brother at war</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;my brother i swear love have swept you away..&lt;br /&gt;away from the light of reality to the darkness in disguise&lt;br /&gt;brother of mine who i speak so high of..i take off my hat every time i say your name..&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid but love has knocked your knee caps off..&lt;br /&gt;the way you recite her steps the..&lt;br /&gt;the way typical love poison murder mans ego..&lt;br /&gt;the way you hang around her waist and sway to her motion..&lt;br /&gt;who are you to question the pleasure of love..&lt;br /&gt;my elder musculent respected brother..&lt;br /&gt;who are you now weaken by love forces..&lt;br /&gt;a battlefield tale of fortunes&lt;br /&gt;cry not with your blistered heart&lt;br /&gt;but peel thy love to success&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630104499352167950-8574468857647242142?l=20tosomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/feeds/8574468857647242142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/2011/07/brother-at-war.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630104499352167950/posts/default/8574468857647242142?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630104499352167950/posts/default/8574468857647242142?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/2011/07/brother-at-war.html' title='brother at war'/><author><name>lebidike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16485118349836528401</uri><email>lebix@webmail.co.za</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='00900841983037369995'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEUGQXY4cSp7ImA9WhdREkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630104499352167950.post-7486090326254952335</id><published>2011-05-27T11:46:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T15:37:00.839+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-02T15:37:00.839+02:00</app:edited><title>When is it enough</title><content type='html'>hi friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when is it ever gonna end? When are you ever gonna make up your mind ? When is it ever gonna be about you not the other person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it ever gonna be now not later ...when is it enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a beautiful morning and you feel it as you wake up , the breeze of fresh air and the musik of the birds and the warmth of the sunlight on your skin .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes its a goodday...until he goes through your mind suddenly you remember the pain that he made you go through , how he spoke to you ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what he told his friends about you, how he is dissing you on facebook and twitter , how he blaims the network when he is ignoring you on mxit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You remember how he hang up on you , then you cry . When is it ever gonna end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a blue monday you have been drinking with your boys , life is so good , you recall all the moments from last night ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the funny things , the music that the dj was banging..oh that was a night..you freeze when a girl comes through the bathroom door. You realise you cheated again .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You did it before your girlfriend found out, you promised never to do it again. So what is that girl doing wearing your t-shirt. Dont you dare blame alcohol for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you even use protection , i doubt. Suddenly your girlfriends voice echo in your head ''baby dont cheat on me again, i love you'' . When are you ever gonna make up your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a busy day ,everyone is at work, school and you are at your friends apartment. There you are with your ''friend'' bored and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly he pops some pills , you know very well that you are not supposed to use drugs anymre , you supposed to quit. You took them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your head is spinning , you can hardly breath. Your brain feelz like fireworkz. Your life feels complete .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for how long are you gonna hide to your folks that you droped out of school cause of drugz, for how long is it gonna take your parents to get over the shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it ever gonna be about you not the other person. ''friend'' is what is call him but is he?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it gonna be now that we all realise that we are all different and unique and we came to earth to serve a unique purpose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is it gonna be now that we take charge of our own lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will be sad if you think it is , it can be very interesting if you make it to be, it is very funny if you make fun of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop letting your sorrows and bad experiences ruin your whole life. Ask yourself When is it enough and do the rihgt thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Message of the day : Life is what we make of it. So never look back unless you wanna go in that direction. [Be]lieve in [you]rself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track of the day : spirit chasers - these tearz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630104499352167950-7486090326254952335?l=20tosomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7486090326254952335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-is-it-enough.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630104499352167950/posts/default/7486090326254952335?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630104499352167950/posts/default/7486090326254952335?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/2011/05/when-is-it-enough.html' title='When is it enough'/><author><name>Tumelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230266202256522840</uri><email>45682313@mylife.unisa.ac.za</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03665350825519638085'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CEYFQ3YyfSp7ImA9WhdREkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630104499352167950.post-6919971536021522570</id><published>2011-05-16T13:17:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T15:35:12.895+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-02T15:35:12.895+02:00</app:edited><title>FOR OLD TIMES SAKE</title><content type='html'>Hi friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you are in your little bubble of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;self made&lt;/span&gt; pride . There you are saying to yourself ''yeah i made it''.&lt;br /&gt;There you are with your friends speaking what my friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lebix&lt;/span&gt; calls ''expensive &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;'', everything is perfect &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; it?&lt;br /&gt;Well think again and think harder. You have your childhood friends ,or maybe your old school friends who never made it at school.&lt;br /&gt;There they are unaware of the many complicated things that are going on around our globe .&lt;br /&gt;Somehow those people happen to be what we are, they remind us of where we come from .&lt;br /&gt;Undeniably they gave you a friend when you needed one ,they laughed with you , they where there before you met your ''cool friends''&lt;br /&gt;but funny how you out of all the people can mock them for their &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;illiteracy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''oh my god he/she is so ghetto'' ''oh no his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suckz&lt;/span&gt;'' ''damn this barbarian'' ''what do they take me for&lt;br /&gt;...i got standards you know'' ''oh he/she is so lame'' ''oh i hate it when &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; at home , these people are noisy''&lt;br /&gt;Really now! How dare you say all that? Is that how life should be ? Is that how cool you think you are? If &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;thatz&lt;/span&gt; the definition of being cool means then being cool &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;suckz&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;I thought people were getting civilised but only to find that they were getting dumber.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you used to play hide and seek with us? We were not barbarians.&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you used to run to my place when you were in trouble ? We were not too ghetto .&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you were new in the hood and i made you fit in ? I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; lame.&lt;br /&gt;Guys it all goes down to this . You might have been lucky and progressed far at school ,&lt;br /&gt;you may know &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt; better than white people do, you may be wearing the best clothes in town ''&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;swagga&lt;/span&gt;'' , you may be ''cool'' ,&lt;br /&gt;you may be having a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;acc&lt;/span&gt; but please lets remember and respect our childhood friends.&lt;br /&gt;Message of the day : friendship is too precious to be lost over the roads that life makes us go through..&lt;br /&gt;with your old ''illiterate '' friends rather involve them in what you are doing ,&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; teach them things but do with them .&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE LITTLE THINGS THAT WE DO TO OTHERS THAT MEANS THE WORLD TO THEM .&lt;br /&gt;Call one of your old friends and say hi&lt;br /&gt;track of the day : &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Gregory&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;isaacs&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; your friend&lt;br /&gt;20&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TOSOMETHING&lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630104499352167950-6919971536021522570?l=20tosomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/feeds/6919971536021522570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-old-times-sake.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630104499352167950/posts/default/6919971536021522570?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630104499352167950/posts/default/6919971536021522570?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/2011/05/for-old-times-sake.html' title='FOR OLD TIMES SAKE'/><author><name>Tumelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230266202256522840</uri><email>45682313@mylife.unisa.ac.za</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03665350825519638085'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C04MRXgyfyp7ImA9WhdREkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630104499352167950.post-3427793688401233436</id><published>2011-05-09T11:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T15:33:04.697+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-02T15:33:04.697+02:00</app:edited><title>EVER WONDERED</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" dir="ltr" trbidi="on"&gt;hi friends&lt;br /&gt;Ever found yourselves wondering why is it that you don't wanna look at the phone that the person you are sitting next to in a taxi or where ever you are ?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because you think you are well mannered and minding your own business ?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it because you think you have a better phone ?&lt;br /&gt;So have you ever wondered why you think the outfit that the other person is wearing is sooo bad but the person still rocks it and looks and acts as confident as ever?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because you think you have a better taste of fashion than them?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it because you what you are wearing is more attractive and more expensive than theirs?&lt;br /&gt;People always wonder why is it that they find other peoples facebook updates boring ,depressing and stupid.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because you think you have a better update or are you jealous that they thought of it first and you feel offended because it became a hit ?&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why you became friends friends at the first place?&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why you rock-up your best swag and enter a room and people look at you or should we say ''stare'' at you&lt;br /&gt;and you give them an aggressive look as if you don't know that you look grand like a thousand buck$ ?&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered how much that act is going to cost you when you don't look your best the next day?&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why is it that you are sitting right there saying to yourself ''ai what are this kids saying?'' is it because you think our English sucks?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that you think you can make your own blog and write better shit?&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why when a group your opposite sex come your way at the mall or on the walkway/pavement ,suddenly you change your walk?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because you attacked or you just feel less better than them? Or are you sending a message to them that you are a mute and unfriendly-unconfident?&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered why is it that when a group of people sitting or passing by start laughing and you suddenly feel uncomfortable?&lt;br /&gt;Is it because you think they are laughing at you ? Is it because you think you look like a clown? Ever wondered maybe they minding their own bizz and you should start minding yours?&lt;br /&gt;Message to all: life is just so funny and if you are not amused by it you have a problem ...be spontaneous and remember never to judge a book by its cover cause nowadays we only buy cool and colourful covers .&lt;br /&gt;So guys remember to shut up when you have nothing to say ..you just look beautiful that way------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;track of the day: Lupe Fiasco - show goes on&lt;br /&gt;20TOSOMETHING.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630104499352167950-3427793688401233436?l=20tosomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/feeds/3427793688401233436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/2011/05/ever-wondered.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630104499352167950/posts/default/3427793688401233436?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630104499352167950/posts/default/3427793688401233436?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/2011/05/ever-wondered.html' title='EVER WONDERED'/><author><name>Tumelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230266202256522840</uri><email>45682313@mylife.unisa.ac.za</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03665350825519638085'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C08HQHw-cCp7ImA9WhdREkQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2630104499352167950.post-7732185437527274174</id><published>2011-04-14T14:16:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T15:30:31.258+02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-08-02T15:30:31.258+02:00</app:edited><title>BELIEVING OR NOT</title><content type='html'>so you think it does exist, so you think it doesn't exist. Well the fact remains ,whether you believe in love or not at the end of the day it all affects us in one way or another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't what you think the next couple you see are having but what you are feeling for the next person. So you can never say or conclude that someone is in love with whoever...see the fact is LOVE is complicated and only the GIVER will give and the RECEIVER will receive its it just so sad that sometimes the receiver don't want to give back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence someone would argue that they don't believe in love reason being that they experienced someone getting hurt and have seen hearts been broken. For such people they should start believing in themselves and stop comparing themselves. Everyone should fall in love once in a life time because anyone can love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody wants to hear this but its true ...if you fall in love you will get hurt but that's the most interesting part about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's massage to all: fall in love, get hurt, fall in love again and hurt someone. Get the experience.&lt;br /&gt;20SOMETHING....&lt;br /&gt;Track of the day: ????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2630104499352167950-7732185437527274174?l=20tosomething.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/feeds/7732185437527274174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/2011/04/believing-or-not.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630104499352167950/posts/default/7732185437527274174?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2630104499352167950/posts/default/7732185437527274174?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://20tosomething.blogspot.com/2011/04/believing-or-not.html' title='BELIEVING OR NOT'/><author><name>Tumelo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07230266202256522840</uri><email>45682313@mylife.unisa.ac.za</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='03665350825519638085'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>