<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-8921418172970318405</id><updated>2024-03-14T18:14:35.053+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew&#39;s opinions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921418172970318405/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RuiiN Execution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438041739109055339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921418172970318405.post-1607415506523387278</id><published>2015-01-04T00:43:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2015-01-04T00:43:45.740+00:00</updated><title type='text'>It&#39;s been a long time, are things any better?</title><content type='html'>I guess it&#39;s about time I wrote something here. so here goes, I guess...&lt;br /&gt;My life right now is a mess. &lt;br /&gt;I have very little in life I strive for, I am a fairly simple, yet at the same time extremely complex person. &lt;br /&gt;All I aim for and want in life is the same as any other human being out there. That is be loved by and to love someone else unconditionally, create and have a life together and be happy in my life and what I do. &lt;br /&gt;Some time ago just after having my heart broken by the one person I thought I was meant to be with, I lost my way. &lt;br /&gt;I lost and forgot who I was, and what I wanted from life. &lt;br /&gt;For years I was broken, jumping from one bed to another, satisfying my need to be and feel loved by another person with meaningless sex and dating anyone I could to just feel wanted.&lt;br /&gt;It just broke me further, until one day early 2014 I met a woman I thought would be an easy lay. &lt;br /&gt;We talked online and through text for a couple of weeks, to find out we had a lot in common, and decided to meet up. &lt;br /&gt;Not for sex, but for an actual date. &lt;br /&gt;After the first date, I drove away astonished and astounded. At that moment I thought and felt like I had finally found the one. &lt;br /&gt;We dated for only a short three and a half months. I fell madly in love with her, and she told me she felt the same. &lt;br /&gt;Due to her bad past and history with an ex, in the end she decided it was best for me to break it off, rather than let me fall even deeper in love with her than I already was, because she couldn&#39;t commit to me like I was to her. &lt;br /&gt;Whilst we were together, we talked one day, about us and how she can&#39;t commit. She said something that I palmed off right away. That something was, What if she was brought into my life to fix me enough to be able to love and feel again, and make me the person I wanted to be. My instant reaction was to tell her, it was her, and what we had between us that was making me that person, the better man and the person I had known before and lost. &lt;br /&gt;With that being said, to help me get over her. &lt;br /&gt;I spent a lot of time talking to my best friend. Through the break up she was my rock, the one person I knew I could turn to and talk to about anything and everything that I had on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;Through the years of knowing her, I had always had an on and off crush on her. This time it was different, very different. &lt;br /&gt;I began to notice my feelings for her growing stronger and stronger with every conversation, text message and phone call we made. &lt;br /&gt;So, at first I just came to the conclusion it&#39;s got to be the feelings I had for the woman I fell in love with, and was trying to get over being placed onto my friend as a coping mechanism. &lt;br /&gt;Boy was I wrong! Earlier in the year while I was happy in my relationship, I introduced my friend to a very good friend of mine, trying to set them up together. At the time I was disappointed it went nowhere between the two of them. As time drew on, I was happy about it. Seeing them as two very very good friends. We could go out for drinks, meals or even just chill together, and it was everything I needed to be happy. &lt;br /&gt;Until New Years Eve.... &lt;br /&gt;At about 10:30pm someone at the party we were at made a comment about my best friend and I making a lovely couple. So she replied about how I&#39;ve always had a crush on her. &lt;br /&gt;I turned, looked at her, and suggested we went outside for a smoke. While outside alone, I told her she was right and left it at that. At least she knew, and wasn&#39;t just guessing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;About an hour later, I was just on my way back inside after another smoke, and she caught me on the stairs and told me she needed to tell me something, but I had to promise her I wouldn&#39;t get upset about it. &lt;br /&gt;What she had to tell me was heartbreaking. Before she said about me having a crush on her, and me saying it was true. She told my other close friend, she liked him. &lt;br /&gt;I don&#39;t know if it was my emotions and feelings for her finally being realised, or if it was the alcohol but a tear came rushing down my cheek whilst looking her in the eye saying it&#39;s ok.&lt;br /&gt;We sat down and talked for a while, and she asked me something which I couldn&#39;t answer properly. Her question was, do I just really really like her, or am I in love with her? My initial answer was, I don&#39;t know. All I know is it started off as a small crush, and with time it just grew. I wanted to tell her I am really in love with her, but I know with the place she is at right now, it would have torn her apart. After our conversation, I met a couple of the guys on their way out for a smoke. So I went to join them, in the end I saw my new year in with a spliff in one had and tears being wiped from my eyes with the other. &lt;br /&gt;I hadn&#39;t touched weed for 4 months, I was never a big toker, but I said from the moment I last smoked before then, I wouldn&#39;t smoke any more. I was angry at myself for more than one reason that night. &lt;br /&gt;We went back inside, before we got to the room the party was in, she was there waiting for me, we went into my friends bedroom, where I was staying. We talked some more, and she made me promise everything that had been said and done that night wouldn&#39;t change a thing between me and my friend, and told me she couldn&#39;t loose me. We hugged, I sent her back to the party and I went to sleep. &lt;br /&gt;In the morning she came in to see if I was ok, and if I would still give her a ride home. Just before we left, my friend came into the room, face blank and full of fear. Lips trembling not knowing what to say or do. &lt;br /&gt;So I just simply told him to shut up, and we would talk later, hugged him and walked out. I drove her home in silence, not knowing what to say to make any of this better, just knowing it wasn&#39;t the right time. &lt;br /&gt;When I pulled up outside her place, she just asked that when I got home to let her know I was home safe. So I told her I would, and that I&#39;ve been wanting her to know how I feel about her for a long time. I had just never found the right time, and even then, that still wasn&#39;t the right time, &lt;br /&gt;As I drove home I called my other friend, we talked briefly. &lt;br /&gt;He promised me nothing had happened between them as of yet, and her liking him was no guarantee that anything would, &lt;br /&gt;I let him know how much it hurt, but I couldn&#39;t loose good friends over something like this, and that was about the entirety of our conversation. &lt;br /&gt;When I got home I let her know I was home safe. We texted a bit and the last message to be sent I told her that I hope when she is finally over her ex and she was back in a truly good place, we should have the conversation about me and her again, and properly. She never replied until 24 hours later, just asking if I was ok. &lt;br /&gt;We talked a little bit after that, but she wouldn&#39;t let me in, she wouldn&#39;t talk about how she felt, or what was going on in her head. Saying the problems she has she faces everyday, and she has them in her head and on her mind all the time, and talking about them pisses her off and makes her angry. Talking about them wont make them disappear. So after my short reply of ok, she told me not to take it horribly and she was just saying. &lt;br /&gt;The last message to this point was me saying I get it, you don&#39;t want to talk. &lt;br /&gt;So I&#39;m sat here writing this, feeling awful. I&#39;m loosing my two best friends, and one of them the girl I&#39;m in love with. There&#39;s nothing I can do right now to change or stop this. I just have to sit and wait and ride out the pain and see what happens, and this isn&#39;t going to be easy. I know to fix this, I need to keep my distance and not just have some space for myself, but give them both space too. Let her figure herself out, and them figure out what they want out of each other if anything. If they make a go of it and get together, at least in the end I can know I&#39;ve brought two amazing people together. I just wish I wasn&#39;t always the one that gets hurt when I finally let someone in. </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/feeds/1607415506523387278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/2015/01/its-been-long-time-are-things-any-better.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921418172970318405/posts/default/1607415506523387278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921418172970318405/posts/default/1607415506523387278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/2015/01/its-been-long-time-are-things-any-better.html' title='It&#39;s been a long time, are things any better?'/><author><name>RuiiN Execution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438041739109055339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921418172970318405.post-8612259828180862187</id><published>2012-09-14T22:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-09-14T22:24:05.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to start writing more!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Yes I need to start writing more!&lt;/div&gt;
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As the title suggests I need to start writing more, I don&#39;t have much free time lately.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am currently working over 60 hours per week, which consists of 5 12 hour shifts, which I&#39;ll admit drains you very much. Also as to my last post, I&#39;m no longer training karate I have changed up to kickboxing which is different and more of a challenge as I an so used to the way karate is set up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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On top of that I rarely spend much time on the internet these days, but I will now try and make sure I post at least once a week with something interesting, or something I just fancy talking about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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So for now I bid you farewell but will have something to write about soon.&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/feeds/8612259828180862187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/2012/09/i-need-to-start-writing-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921418172970318405/posts/default/8612259828180862187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921418172970318405/posts/default/8612259828180862187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/2012/09/i-need-to-start-writing-more.html' title='I need to start writing more!'/><author><name>RuiiN Execution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438041739109055339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921418172970318405.post-4428053048805165785</id><published>2012-05-18T15:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-09-14T22:19:12.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Things looking good!</title><content type='html'>Well it&#39;s certainly been a while since I last posted on here to say the least!&lt;br /&gt;
In the time i&#39;ve been away from here, I must admit I have changed a lot in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
the first step I took was to stop playing the xbox for around 4 hours a day, to probably less than 4 hours a week. Wow! what a difference that has made, just having that extra time spare i&#39;ve managed to join the gym and start up karate again, which has boosted not only my self confidence a fair bit, but I feel much happier and healthier for it. I am going to set my self a goal of having a toned body within the next 8 months to a year, and try to actually achieve my black belt this time round.&lt;br /&gt;
Then if I manage to reach these goals and continue doing so well, I plan to try and enter some national karate competitions, as when I used to train I managed to achieve regional medals gold, silver and bronze in 3 different tournements, so my sights may be set high.&lt;br /&gt;
Yes set very high, but that only sets me up to achieve more in the end, you only reach success if you aim for it, never settle for second best. No matter how long it takes, it WILL be worth it in the end.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/feeds/4428053048805165785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/2012/05/things-looking-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921418172970318405/posts/default/4428053048805165785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921418172970318405/posts/default/4428053048805165785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/2012/05/things-looking-good.html' title='Things looking good!'/><author><name>RuiiN Execution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438041739109055339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921418172970318405.post-5095496329549625473</id><published>2012-03-12T00:37:00.001+00:00</published><updated>2012-03-12T00:37:26.146+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken heart, still mending two years later?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
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I never have been a very sentimental person, but as a lot of stories start, there was this one girl, the one who got away.&lt;/div&gt;
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It has been about 18 months now, over a year and a half, one relationship and many crushes since her, but why do I still suddenly miss her?&lt;/div&gt;
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This is one question I cannot for the life of me answer. I managed to go almost a year with out thinking of her, or in this way at least. Untill something just went wrong or clicked in my head, and now for about a week now I havent stopped thinking about her, what we had, and what could have been.&lt;/div&gt;
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She was a gorgeous lovely girl, with shoulder length blonde hair, lovely brown eyes, and a skinny petite body to die for, not forgetting the killer smile....&lt;/div&gt;
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We broke up after a while of arguing, I knew I didn&#39;t want to lose her, I felt love for her like no one before, or at the time I thought I did, but now, I begin to think it must have been, she must have been the one, right? or why else would I be thinking about her so long after we broke up and in the same way?&lt;/div&gt;
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I thought it was just going to take time at first, but to begin, I let a month pass, and thought I would get over her soon, then 2, then 3 and before I knew it, I had still been wanting to hear back from her after 6 months.&lt;/div&gt;
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I finally pulled myself together and got back on track, and started seeing some one else seriously, and BAMM, I get hit with an email from her, saying she still feels the same, and regrets ever breaking up, but I was just starting a new life, new relationship, and I wanted to try and get this one to the same point as the last. I told the new girl about her, and she wasnt too sure, so to keep her happy, I cut off all ties with the ex I had been pining for and still in love with.&lt;/div&gt;
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For a year I kept seeing the new girl, and kept trying to make it work and tried so hard to have the same feelings for my ex, but they never came, and we finally split. No remorse, no regrets and no need to worry about her, or think about her. Yet all of a sudden all feelings i had for my ex have came rushing back, and just as strong and intense as ever before, but why? It feels like I have gone back a million steps, to where I was over a year ago, but should I put everything on the line and contact her, should I try to find and work out the problems we had, and do what I would have by now, and move the 100 miles across the country to be with her, just as I was about to do before we split. Or do I just leave it, and try to move on, no matter how hard it is?&lt;/div&gt;
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FreebieJeebies a site I think everyone should know about!&lt;/div&gt;
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I have seen hundreds of links around the internet about people asking if freebiejeebies is a scam or actually real. &lt;/div&gt;
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Well guys this is the real deal, I started over a year ago with them, I signed up with a lot of curiosity just wondering if it was actually real, and I wanted to find out for my self. I took the LoveFilm trial offer, which meant&amp;nbsp;I got to rent a new movie I had actually been wanting to see anyway, and for free, once the trial was over, I canceled my subscription, and then just carried on with the referral scheme.&lt;/div&gt;
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Yes, I know it sounds too good to be true, and too easy to be real, but just sit back, think about it and take a look, you have to actually do something. You have to complete an offer yourself, then on top of that you have to hunt around and try and find people to sign up on your referral link (which looks like&amp;nbsp;this &lt;a href=&quot;http://consoles.freebiejeebies.co.uk/183310&quot;&gt;http://consoles.freebiejeebies.co.uk/183310&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;)&amp;nbsp;and then make sure they do an offer to get you your completed referral.&lt;/div&gt;
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So yes it is easy, but only if you know the tricks, find a link, sign up to someone else&#39;s link, they get their referral, and do your offer, then just spend time online, posting your link around with a quick explaination of what it is and what it does. Post it on every chatroom, forum, social media or networking sight you are on, tell your friends and family, that way you should be able to get off to a rolling start. Most gifts only cost about 10 referrals. so all you need to do is just simply get 10 people to sign up and do an offer on your link. I can guarentee that it is real, and not a scam, but if you still feel unsure about it here is one video that is living proof of it.&lt;/div&gt;
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So why not give it a try, here take my link, &lt;a href=&quot;http://consoles.freebiejeebies.co.uk/183310&quot;&gt;http://consoles.freebiejeebies.co.uk/183310&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;sign up here and good luck.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/feeds/1538293775423615403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/2012/03/freebiejeebies-is-real.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921418172970318405/posts/default/1538293775423615403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921418172970318405/posts/default/1538293775423615403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/2012/03/freebiejeebies-is-real.html' title='FreebieJeebies is REAL!'/><author><name>RuiiN Execution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438041739109055339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921418172970318405.post-6044150156060836095</id><published>2012-02-29T16:36:00.002+00:00</published><updated>2012-02-29T16:36:57.758+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Online gaming, and rage!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
Well I thought about this one last night, whilst&amp;nbsp;I was playing modern﻿ warfare 3 on the xbox.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was playing domination on lockdown, and i was quick-scoping and&amp;nbsp;I thought having a positive K/D with about 10 kills above my deaths, I was doing quite well. Untill i finished that game, went on to the theatre to record and save some clips of that game to show off to my mates, and imn the middle of that Ireceived a message from a random gamer so I thought I would read it and see what he had to say.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was very surprised about what there was in the message, to the point I actually started to laugh out loud and had the friend I was talking to in private chat ask me what I was laughing at. Well take a quick look at this clip that I took from my xbox and the message and profile of one certain gamer that didn&#39;t seem to like how I was playing.&lt;/div&gt;
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This then got me thinking, over the years I have playerd on consoles and played online and got stressed, how many time have i threatened someone with something like this, and so uncalled for? Never! Never once have I ever threatened to hack somebodies account or anything like that.&lt;/div&gt;
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When I get stressed I subconciously just rage quit the game, its now a force of habbit that I cant get out of doing, very rarely shout or scream at some one, and never threaten them, for me Xbox Live has the submit player reviews and file complaints features for a reason, and I myself are just one to the many that actually use these two features as they should be.&lt;/div&gt;
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My family and I have just got back home after attending my Grandfathers funeral.&lt;/div&gt;
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They to me, are something I have always tried to avoid, no matter who the person was, and how I knew them, I tried to always avoid a funeral.&lt;/div&gt;
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I avoided them for the one reason, that I see myself as a fairly Alpha male, one not to show emotion other than anger or just to show I am just content. Today for me was not only a sad day, but very liberating!&lt;/div&gt;
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It has now been about a week and a half since my grandfather suddenly passed away, and after just over a week, we had nearly all gotten back to our regular working and happy selves, to have a day of depression and rememberance dawn upon us. As we all walked into the chapel, we all were silent, walking with our heads down looking no further than where our feet were leading us.&lt;br /&gt;
Right up untill the moment we heared the beloved childrens song Bob the builder being played, where as soon as we all clocked it, had a quick chuckle then back to the mourning we were there for.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Vicor started to talk and spoke about my grandfather but, it was strange, he spoke of him as he knew him, and spoke of him with serenity and cheer. I first thought how could he do this, how could he see the passing of my grandfather to be a time of cheer. My sister then went up to read a poem, and the poem I think was called &quot;He lived&quot; and in it were a few lines that stuck with me, and it may not have cheered me up straight away, but they did deffinately put my mind at ease and comfort me. One line i remember well went something like &quot;will you be sad that&amp;nbsp;I have died, or happy that I lived&quot;﻿ which settled me to know that, even though he is now gone, not to sit and dwell on what I have lost, but to sit back and let us all remember fond and happy memories we all had with each other and him.&lt;br /&gt;
So when the service was over, we all headed back to the pub, and not mourned the death of a loved one, but sat back and drank my grandfathers favourite drink, with a toast to his name and just reminisced over the memories we had of him, mostly laughing at him not with him, which settled us all, and after the night was done, even my grandmother walked away with nearly a smile on her face to remember what a joy her late husband was to be with. &lt;br /&gt;
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So what I ask to you is, do you attend funerals, and how you act at one, do you sit in the corner and mourn the death of a family member or friend, or do you start to mingle and talk and meet new friends reminiscing and talking about the wonderful life of a dear friend? Leave your thoughts and comments below...&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/feeds/3107082283413431340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/2012/02/funerals-happy-or-sad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921418172970318405/posts/default/3107082283413431340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921418172970318405/posts/default/3107082283413431340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/2012/02/funerals-happy-or-sad.html' title='Funerals - Happy or Sad?'/><author><name>RuiiN Execution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438041739109055339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921418172970318405.post-7820056347973071540</id><published>2012-02-08T23:24:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T23:24:10.397+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, respecting it, and your parents</title><content type='html'>Well this was going to be a post about rich kids, but during writing, my tone, and feeling changed more towards my own life, and my parents and how they helped me, by bringing me up to respect money, and what I have and how&amp;nbsp;I have gotten it. The rest&amp;nbsp;I will leave as it was written, as&amp;nbsp;I thought about it, and how the words just hit they keys. to see the change in mood and thought, and how&amp;nbsp;I began to realise how lucky I really am to have the family I have, and what&amp;nbsp;I have been taking for granted for so many years....&lt;br /&gt;
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I for one, come from a family which&amp;nbsp;I wouldn&#39;t say was too well off, both my parents worked near enough dead end jobs to make ends meet, they scrimped and saved to give all three of us the best they could, and in my opinion, they did it perfectly well.&lt;br /&gt;
I have been brought up to see money as a privilage, not a right. Which is true down to the letter.&lt;br /&gt;
We were always told if we wanted something to wait untill birthdays or christmas, which when I was younger, I thought was terribly cruel, why would your parents make you wait for something you wanted so badly, you almost needed?&lt;br /&gt;
Well at the still young and tender age of 22,&amp;nbsp;I thank my parents greatfully!&lt;br /&gt;
I myself have now been working for nine years, I started my first job at the age of thirteen, just doing a paper round, and as much as&amp;nbsp;I hated the job itself, I loved the benefits it reeked.&lt;br /&gt;
I could now save my wages and buy that new game I wanted, or go out and see friends and go to the cinema without having to go and beg my parents to give me &quot;just £5&quot; I could just go out and spend.&lt;br /&gt;
So from that age I learnt more about money and its uses and how much things actually cost and how hard people had to actually work for what they had, or did they have to work?&lt;br /&gt;
I still walk around to this day, and most likely for many years to come, not looking down on people without money, but actually down on young people whose parents have money, for the one reason, these kids will never learn the true value of money!&lt;br /&gt;
They have new cars bought for them, designer clothes, the best phones, televisions, laptops and the list could go on, because they do nothing more than ask mum and dad. &lt;br /&gt;
I have to admit, I may still live at home with my parents, and yes I do pay rent, and also pay the full bill for the internet, but&amp;nbsp;I love to look back and see what&amp;nbsp;I actually have and what&amp;nbsp;I can show for my achievements to what I have done.&lt;br /&gt;
This computer I am blogging on, I bought every part myself, also assembled it and installed windows myself, the 42&quot; tv I use as a monitor,&amp;nbsp;I bought myself, but I will admit, at times I did have help from my parents, but only help, not hand outs.&lt;br /&gt;
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My first car, my parents were great to all three of their children, there was no obligation to do this, but out of the goodness of their own hearts, they made a deal. &lt;br /&gt;
We pay for ourselves to learn to drive, we book and pay for our tests, and we buy our first cars, but they would help get us on the road with paying for the most expensive part, the first year of insurance.&lt;br /&gt;
Now this was help, and a bloody good needed bit of help too, the freedom of the car meant better jobs further away from home, hell they even gave me as a joint christmas and birthday present a sum of money that helped towards a brand new car that I lusted over for two years, and with that help&amp;nbsp;I can now drive around in a car that I know I am paying for each month and I have GREAT satisfaction in knowing, although I had help, im doing the rest on my own. &lt;br /&gt;
So I appreciate the car, and what it is worth so much more than some one having their parents pay for the lot from the car, to insuring it, to even putting fuel in the tank. &lt;br /&gt;
On top of that, the way I see all of this help from my parents, not only do I have great ambition to go out and do well in the world and my field of jobs to give myself a greater and brighter future, I would love to someday, walk into my parents house and give them a sum of money as a repayment to say thank you for all their hard work and effort they put into raising me, my brother and sister. &lt;br /&gt;
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For me a day off with no one to go and catch up with or hang out with will usually consist of a few mundane tasks of which usually sets my boredom off, only to get worse.....&lt;br /&gt;
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What do I do, you ask? Well i would usually do the usual, tidy up a bit, grab some food, then what ever else needs doing, clean the car, a bit of shopping ect.... so that near enough bores me already. &lt;br /&gt;
I mean, what kind of bloke actually enjoys shopping, even food shopping?&lt;br /&gt;
So i finally have some time to chill and do what I please. Normally this ritual would start off with turning on the computer and checking my emails and social updates on facebook and youtube, then heading off to the xbox to play some games. which then turns the dull boredom into one of two things, a downwards spiral of even more boredom leading to an early night, or a fantastic session of gameplay with a few friends on the other end of a mic, which could lead to being part of a great youtube video. Although usually it turns out to be the former, just a downwards spiral of boredom.&lt;br /&gt;
Of course you may be wondering why I don&#39;t try something different, like watch tv or play another game, but I try and it just doesn&#39;t seem to fill the same viod.&lt;br /&gt;
Just play the same games with the same people, and you think that should kill some boredom right, but no. I then tend to hit the computer again and just surf the net aimlessly trying to find something to do and eventually call it a night. &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m working long and hard hours, grouling shifts sometimes, as a chef working 12+ hours a day 5 days a week. I had been with this girl for just under a year, so she knew what it was like, 2 days off a week, a girlfriend, and friends to see, sleep to catch up on, not much time to do an awful lot in 2 days you have off&amp;nbsp;a week.&lt;br /&gt;
So over christmas, she started spending a lot of time round her cousins, some one that I jnew very well, went to college with and she introduced us. So not having seen her over the whole christmas and new year period having clocked up well over 220 hours in the month of december, she had a whole lot of time to go and see friends and do what ever she liked...&lt;br /&gt;
Driving home on New Years day night about 11pm i gave her a call, and her phone was switched off (I have a bluetooth stereo system- hands free kit) so i thought nothing of it, untill 10 minutes into the drive home she gave me a ring back.&lt;br /&gt;
So the conversation was going as it usually would, how my day has been, what she has been up to and so on....&lt;br /&gt;
but a few minutes later she asks me &quot;have you seen the pictures on facebook from New Years Eve?&quot;, so I inquisitively replied &quot;No, why?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
My girlfriend then starts to tell me about her fantastic venture out on her first New Years Eve as a legal to drink 18 year old teen. Starts off by telling me she had drunken pretty much everything under the sun, and she was with her cousin and her friend, yet her cousins friend decided to be the &quot;good samaritan&quot; and as she could barely hold herself up, he walked about with his arm draped around her shoulders to keep her up, and so she then tells me all the pictures on there were not what they might look like, as he was having to hold her up.&lt;br /&gt;
So knowing what she was like when she was drunk, I just shrugged off any thoughts that could come to mind and just say &quot;ok babe, well I hope yuo had a nice night&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
Where she then carries on the story to tell me she got so bad she had an ambulance called, and got taken home, and had her cousin bath her in her underwear, with the &quot;friend&quot; just outside.&lt;br /&gt;
So again I just shrugged it off, and when I finally had time off to go and see her, she was constantly on her phone texting someone, she told me it was the &quot;friend&quot; and then started telling me all the conversations they were having.&lt;br /&gt;
So being a guy, right? You hear what a guy is saying to your girlfriend, and you know the code he is talking in, as you have done it yourself at one point orother in time to try and win a girl with out telling her.... so I nicely told her what he was meaning and really wanting, and it started and argument, with her inevitably leading to her saying that if she wanted to be with some one else, she would be, so I then let that be the end of the argument.&lt;br /&gt;
as a couple of weeks trolled by, and more texts started coming through, and more arguments unvieled, we finally split.&lt;br /&gt;
Only to hear from her once, and not to tell me the birthday and christmas presents she had &quot;ordered&quot; for me that I never got, even about 3 weeks after christmas, and 2 weeks after my birthday had come and she was giving me them, no just to say she wants her iPod back that she had left at mine.&lt;br /&gt;
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So why am I writing this today? well as it seems a few times now this has happened to me, and so many others out there. So I would like to give some advice to not just the guys out there who keep being cheated on, but to the girls as well, if ever you have a hunch, then no matter how difficult and heart breaking it could be, face it, I did and wasnt untill I let her walk away from what SHE called OUR LOVE, I found out she was cheating, but then again, was she? or did i just leave the gap open for him to finally dig his claws in properly?&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/feeds/3874311809885938117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/2012/02/girlfriends-and-texting-other-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921418172970318405/posts/default/3874311809885938117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921418172970318405/posts/default/3874311809885938117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/2012/02/girlfriends-and-texting-other-guys.html' title='Girlfriends and texting other guys?'/><author><name>RuiiN Execution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438041739109055339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921418172970318405.post-3879079789985222068</id><published>2012-01-30T22:55:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:55:57.850+00:00</updated><title type='text'>Redacted</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;justify&quot;&gt;
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Redacted- This Movie is set in the Iraqi war near Bagdhad, it is a fictional documentary about U.S. military squadron and teir daily lives whilst serving their tour of Iraq. It is about mainly about a young soldier who wants to get into film school, and is trying to record &quot;redacted&quot; or censored parts of what happens in wars, It is filmed in a first person view of the main Character &quot;Angel (Sally)&amp;nbsp;Salazar&quot; and then later on from the views of his buddies, and also from Iraqi news reporters angles, showing both sides of the story just to add balance to certain sequences of events taken place during the story which levels out the plot very well.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;The opening scene to this movie is quite comical and sets the tone, untill about half-way through where the tone and atmosphere change suddenly. It is a secene where the main characters joke and have a laugh with each other and are introduced with Sally narrating about each squad member. &lt;/div&gt;
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There is a very good story line and plot to this movie due to the fact that it gives you a closer look and insight to what really can happen not just in war, but everyday life, in any city or town around the world!&lt;/div&gt;
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The story starts off by showing an average day in the life of a U.S. soldier at a road block checkpoint, with the phsycological and emotional stress those soldiers can, and will be put through each day f serving, having to make life and death decisions with every movement and turn, which can cost the lifes of innocent civilians, or cost the lives of their squad-mates and friends. &lt;/div&gt;
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It shows you war is not so much political than just barbaric revenge after so long, just think about it, can any one remember why Iraq was invaded in the first place? I cant I&#39;ll tell you that, and I like how the director never once mentioned the war as a whole rather than just concentrated on a certain key chain of events and a single squadron.&lt;/div&gt;
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I will now stop talking about the movie as I do not want to spoil it for you, I think instead you should go and rent or buy and wath it for yourselves, as I believe it to be a very good watch and very much worth the hour and a half it runs for. It is about more than just a war, it shows how even people who can work for the &quot;good&quot; side can be corrupt themselves and cause more harm than good on&amp;nbsp;a whole.&lt;/div&gt;
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So I would personally rate it a 7/10 and a must see.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/feeds/3879079789985222068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/2012/01/redacted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921418172970318405/posts/default/3879079789985222068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8921418172970318405/posts/default/3879079789985222068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrews-opinion.blogspot.com/2012/01/redacted.html' title='Redacted'/><author><name>RuiiN Execution</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18438041739109055339</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYFEhONiPmYnAO35VwiDfNOy-Nu7lxFmr31EiqU7TKa0D9uk8ugYO4UjmEXG8HzvujyZbGb5IXKgrDppXXaoBndRyHr6sbbCKirJPbdTecj4FZLeLcWjLzJC6fDJUeuJ_YwQW4jm2BvoQ/s72-c/redacted2d.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8921418172970318405.post-5491740221884637009</id><published>2012-01-30T22:18:00.000+00:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:18:51.897+00:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;
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This blog will just be a mix of all different things from food to electricals to gaming to movies and just about anything and everything i think of to post here.&lt;/div&gt;
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One day i might feel the need to rant and rave about something happening in the world today, the next i might feel the need to tell you about a new movie or about the experience i had whilst playing a game on the xbox, you never know.&lt;/div&gt;
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As people always say, life is like a box of chocolates, and same to this blog, one day you might get that one chocolate you want with the sweet nougatey centre the next you might just get the nutty one. Anways enjoy reading as much as i enjoy writing.&lt;/div&gt;
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