<?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-1492288421128292759</id><updated>2024-11-01T02:01:20.645-07:00</updated><category term="music"/><title type='text'>Twisted thoughts from a Twisted mind.</title><subtitle type='html'>This is thought provoking. If you do not like it, go away.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-506456340935355349</id><published>2011-03-03T15:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T15:53:25.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Films</title><content type='html'>I love films and have over 100 films in alphabetical order in my room.&lt;br /&gt;
They are.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;300&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;8 mile&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;10,000 BC&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Angels and Demons&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Alexander&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;AVP2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Awake&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Battlestar Galacteca: the Plan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Borat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Black Xmas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Cloverfield&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;The Crazies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;The Dark Knight&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;The Da Vinci Code&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Death Race&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Dodgeball&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Doomsday&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Dorian Grey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Fast and the Furious&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;2 fast 2 furious&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Final Destination 1-3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Forgetting Sarah Marshall&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Get Him To The Greek&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Hancock&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Hangover&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Harry Potter 1-5&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Hellboy 1-2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Hitch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Hot Fuzz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Hurt Locker&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Hulk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;The incredible Hulk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I,robot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I Am Legend&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Infidel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;The Invention Of Lying&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Iron Man&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Jumper&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Kevin and Perry Go Large&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;The Knowing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Kickass&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;King Arthur&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;The Longest Yard&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;The Lord of the rings 2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Matrix 1-2&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Meet the Spartans&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Michael Mcintyre Live at Wembly&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;The Mist&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Mr and Mrs Smith&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Mummy 3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Next&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Oceans 1-3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Outbreak&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Pandorum&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Paul Blart: Mall Cop&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Pirates Of Carribean 1-3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Pitch Black&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Public Enemies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;James Bond: Quantum of Solance&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Resident evil 1-3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Role Models&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Scary Movie 1-4&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Seven Pounds&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Shawshank Redemption&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Shaun of the Dead&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Shutter Island&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Spiderman 1-3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Starsky and Hutch&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Star Trek&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Star Wars 1-6&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Superbad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Surrogates&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Sweeny Todd&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Taking of Pelham 123&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Terminal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Terminator 3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Transformers&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Transporter 3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Tropic Thunder&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Three and Out&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Troy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Untraceable&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Underworld 1-3&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Van Helsing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;What Happens in Vegas&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;X Men: Wolverine Origins&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Zombieland&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/506456340935355349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/films.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/506456340935355349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/506456340935355349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2011/03/films.html' title='Films'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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The past two weeks I&#39;ve been drifting between the real and the dream. I got told by the girl I really like that I can&#39;t go out with her even though she likes me and I can&#39;t tell her this because it would make her avoid me and also make her sad. Why is life so shit? Why does everything good always turn to shit or is it just me. Does everything I touch turn to shit? Even cockney music is failing to cheer me up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I wish I could articulate myself better but to be frank, I can&#39;t. My mind is full of hate towards me among so many people including my family and so called friends. People talk about me behind my back but I have no idea what they are saying or when they say it but I know they are talking. If anyone has any thoughts please help me. Leave a comment below, non anon is best but if you must then go for it.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/257983113743861286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-no-blog-just-being-busy-with-shit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/257983113743861286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/257983113743861286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-no-blog-just-being-busy-with-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-3132741847372764586</id><published>2011-02-04T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T04:09:30.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Other blogs</title><content type='html'>Have a Look at my coursework blog, comment and follow please :)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://giordano-city-routes.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;My Media Courework&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3132741847372764586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/other-blogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/3132741847372764586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/3132741847372764586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2011/02/other-blogs.html' title='Other blogs'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-4664754996024951154</id><published>2011-01-14T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T03:54:37.665-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Mid Week Post</title><content type='html'>I know this isn&#39;t midweek but I had exams. Exams are the main reason education is going down the drain. People prepare for them and not learning the true work. An A in Maths doesn&#39;t mean they are good at Maths just means they know how to prepare for exams. This messes them up in the future when the knowledge that should&#39;ve been learnt will have to be applied to other areas. This is what is failing the system and there seems to be no escape.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/4664754996024951154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/late-mid-week-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/4664754996024951154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/4664754996024951154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/late-mid-week-post.html' title='Late Mid Week Post'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-3238270010390058199</id><published>2011-01-07T04:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T04:58:36.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mid Week Post</title><content type='html'>I am sorry for missing out this week but had college and arsenal. This past week has taught me who are your true friends and who are just there for when you help them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fake friends can fuck off.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/3238270010390058199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/mid-week-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/3238270010390058199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/3238270010390058199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2011/01/mid-week-post.html' title='Mid Week Post'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-4898615250354191453</id><published>2010-12-29T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T10:01:54.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought of the week</title><content type='html'>Friday will be the last day of 2010. To me everyday could be the last day, but not of the week or month or year but our lives. So be thankful for each day. Take the time to enjoy the little things and not get bogged down with the long run. Never put of something that you can do. Tell the person that you fancy them, worse they can say is they don&#39;t like you back. You will regret not asking more then anything else in the world.&lt;br /&gt;
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Death will come to everyone, could be today or not. Enjoy life, it doesn&#39;t last forever.&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoy the holidays, revise hard and eat well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Giordano</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5477219227051085624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/5477219227051085624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/5477219227051085624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-8453450325873534504</id><published>2010-12-20T02:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T02:23:17.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog day</title><content type='html'>Once a week will now be dedicated to blogging so I will have a minimum of one a week. I believe&amp;nbsp;Wednesday&amp;nbsp;is unconventional so I will use that day.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8453450325873534504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/8453450325873534504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/8453450325873534504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-day.html' title='Blog day'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-1265173069446393353</id><published>2010-12-06T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T08:47:10.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressionable Teenagers</title><content type='html'>I hate how modern media forms promote ideas that are false. Like how the twilight saga has promoted the idea of having someone to love is great, which it is. But if they leave then to move on. Which is also fine. But if they return then to swap between each one, that is wrong. I hate how modern girls believe that can treat guys how ever they want and then turn around and blame guys because they play a game. The game in question is of course Call of Duty. Some guys do not play video games and some may play it but are not obsessed with it. The generalisation is what annoys me. I hate how girls will go around using nice guys making them players then when they go out with a player crying that all boys are evil. I am sorry, if you don&#39;t like certain boys. Do not Bloody date them then. If you want to have a good relationship, then go out with a nice guy. But I can say the same for guys. If you want to go out with a slag, then go out with one. Do not expect your girlfriend to drop her knickers (or female boxers) just because you want them too nor should you pressure them into doing it. If this is too much for you and you must shag something then do not cheat. You wouldn&#39;t cheat on the mother of your child and if you did then you are a evil person. You will have a spot saved for you next to Hitler in hell.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1265173069446393353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/impressionable-teenagers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/1265173069446393353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/1265173069446393353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/impressionable-teenagers.html' title='Impressionable Teenagers'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-8221313961927095920</id><published>2010-12-04T15:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-04T15:35:44.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Rap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I see the beauty in the world then later MC bout me &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;While you sit by and try&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;While you cry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Slowly dying in this game, while I seek fame&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;All the fans know my name&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;And when you step on the stage they scream WHO?!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;The fucking hell are you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;You stand there and choke&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Cos you try to lie about how I am broke&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;But you cry when you know you are&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;So my words will affect you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;And leave a scar on your mind&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;But cos I’m kind I’ll teach you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I’ll preach and screech till I’m blue in the face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;While I’m all up in your personal space&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I’ll shout while you pout and turn away and turn colour grey&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Suck this gay feeling away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I’m not talking about homosexual&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Cos I remember back in school&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Learning that that’s wrong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;To spit hate in a song&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;But they were wrong&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;It’s fine to be gay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Just stay true to the path and don’t stray&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I rap my thoughts feelings as emotions too&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I don’t intestinally aim to screw, you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I’m the driver behind my wheel&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I’m the midnight thief looking to steal you from your bed so I can leave you for dead&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;You can’t touch this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I’m MC hammer&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Didn’t you get that? (No)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Cos you’re as thick as a spanner&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I aint time to rhyme about you but I’ll check my planner&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I’m free next week&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;You’ll see that i&#39;m the geek of the street&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I know everyone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Mother, father, daughter and son&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Am I right?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Don’t try to fight this&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Let it take hold of you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Feel my boldness&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Not bald&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I got hair&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I got skill and lots of lyrical flair&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I spit bars so well I don’t drive shit cars like you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;My left shoe is worth more than you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Now you got me talking bout feet&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;So what I’ll do is greet you &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;When I next meet you with a boot to the chest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Cos I’m above the rest&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I party with the best&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Party all night on the docks of Dover&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Wake up next day with no hangover&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Cos that’s bad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;It would make me mad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I don’t rap when I’m sad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Instead&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I lie on my bed while playing my DSi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;But please don’t cry&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Its lots of fun now that I’ve won and the sun comes out each day in the sky&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I’ll pull out my gun and shoot you in the face&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Leave a mess all over the place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;But words are my ammo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Back in the day it was all bout Habbo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Bobba this and Bobba that&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Bobba in all your chit chat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;There aint no block in my talk&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I got it all on lock&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Chicks and cars&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Now even my bars too&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I aint done this for long&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;May half a year&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;So lend me you ear and you’ll hear something great&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;But don’t be late or you might miss this shit&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I don’t intestinally Diss but if it’s shit then I will&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;She’s my pill&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;So I’m a user&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;She calls me a loser but its love&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;You’re all alone&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;No one wants you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;There must be someone though&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;But who?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;She’ll have nine toes and a stump for a leg&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;A hump on her back and warts on her head&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;But even that’s too good for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Now leave and don’t come back&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Go to hell&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;But the devil won’t want ya cos you smell of failure&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;That I’m sure&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;U failed every test and put your name in the wrong box&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Got scars on your face cos of chicken pox&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I’ll pick up this world and drop it on your head, leaving you dead lying in an eternal bed cos I’m strong as an ox&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;This is the first of many&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;My bars are so heavy &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;They’ll squish you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I can use rasengan or sharingan &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;That goes out to Ginn&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;He knows the game and how not to win&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;You need not play&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Only pray for better rhymes but that’ll take time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Which I don’t have&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I gave all mine away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Now you’re my slave that I don’t pay&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;If I got you a wife&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;You’d owe me your life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I keep meaning to stop &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;But instead I’ll go fishing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;For new ways to twist your lies all that I despise&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;New forms of dissing&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Kissing you with death’s lips around your hips&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Near your bum cheek&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Every time you talk you send me to sleep&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I’m getting bored of you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;You put two and two together and end up with five&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I’m burying you alive with my words and rhymes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Your shits so bad it should be a crime&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Get locked up and end up doing time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Just stop. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;It’s over.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;You’ll need more luck then a four leaf clover provides&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I’ll be strong as the thing when I swing for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Out for a week&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;That’s kind of peak&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I will give you a second chance to take a second glance over your stuff&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;To make it real like a snuff movie&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I can spit it fast or slow&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Make it go hi ho like dock or happy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Then I’ll flip it and turn snappy like a croc&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Don’t act like it’s a shock for me to be this good&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I was born in the hood&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;This is one big verse&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;With no chorus or breaks&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;It flows well like a winding lake&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I can bite you like a poisonous snake&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;My venom’s my word&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;But that’s absurd&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Impossible even?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Not for me cos I’m smart like Steven&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;If you didn’t get that then there’s no hope&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Hawking’s a G&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Just like me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;If only you’d see that you can never beat me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Your flow is slow and don’t make any sense&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I can buy all your stuff for only 5 pence&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I’m a wheeler dealer like Del boy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I can hit you harder than them Greeks in troy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;My bars are so good they should be made illegal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I can drop bombs on your head just like a seagull&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Or take you out like 9/11&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Just step on your head with my big size sevens&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Bite off your head like a great white shark&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Kill you alone in the dark&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;I’m a white boy rapping&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;My word gun’s done capping&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;You can’t tease me easy cos your rhymes are cheesy&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Mild like cheddar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;My rhymes are better&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;So high like a guy doing weed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;That’s what you’ll need to come close to me&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;There aint no test that need be done&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;This’ battles over&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;And I’ve won.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNoSpacing&quot;&gt;Aint got a Title so any ideas would be very appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8221313961927095920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-rap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/8221313961927095920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/8221313961927095920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-rap.html' title='First Rap'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-7886585813995504256</id><published>2010-11-30T13:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T13:01:49.074-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Protest 30/11/10</title><content type='html'>Today was the day we became smart. Today we didn&#39;t allow ourselves to become bubbled. We kept moving. This made them angry. They had to charge at us. Now we must continue this. Stop attacking police vans and show the media the truth. Show them the fact we are being attacked for being peaceful. Continue to protest and continue to make change possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sounds about right.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7886585813995504256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/protest-301110.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/7886585813995504256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/7886585813995504256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/protest-301110.html' title='Protest 30/11/10'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2NOicURCaE9VD02sWLqQFgXZ5dCWLi8OewFC7gPkapWTvl7FBQvl_pDNxcPhpX_hD8md7_s6jooIq3yxi7cIC0HoBW87PE-Cc3Li8pZAxDs8jl-_IBebCTXy_PTykYZ18jT3CQpajEBrj/s72-c/Image0242.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-6042096421337828690</id><published>2010-11-29T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T15:22:16.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><content type='html'>Losing a loved one is always hard. It becomes harder when your ability to vent emotions is non&amp;nbsp;existent. If you have a shoulder to cry on then congrats. It&#39;s more then I had. It&#39;s been 6 and a half years since the death of my nan. I am unable to vent real emotions. I pretend to and ultimately this is part of me. To hide everything that makes me, me. I remember at the funeral being unable to cry. I acted like a normal day. It was the only way I could cope. Now I look back, It makes me sad to think that she never got a chance to meet my little brother, Jack, or my sister Jessica-Jane. Then I look to the future. I see my own passing. Whether it be seconds after this blog is posted or on the eve of my 100th birthday and therefore miss out on receiving my birthday card from the Queen. Well king, ether William or Harry. If I do last until I am 99, I would&#39;ve only started to receive my pension 3 years earlier due to depression. I wonder if there is any point in me taking part in the game we call life just to be taken when I least expect it. Most days, I refuse to. I tell myself that I will not marry and not have children but. But on the rare day I feel worthy of a wife and kids I am happy. In my eyes the dead are never truly gone as they leave a scar on your heart which shall never heal.&lt;br /&gt;
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(I may regret putting this up but It has&amp;nbsp;plagued&amp;nbsp;my mind for so long I needed to&amp;nbsp;release&amp;nbsp;it)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/6042096421337828690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/death.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/6042096421337828690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/6042096421337828690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-7222649630997053364</id><published>2010-11-27T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T16:02:04.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Cause</title><content type='html'>In my eyes, there is no such thing as a lost cause. As long as there is a minimal hope/chance of success then it is not a &#39;Lost Cause&#39;. The youth are apparently a lost generation, disconnect with society. Society is controlled by the adults. When the current adults were&amp;nbsp;adolescents&amp;nbsp;they were disconnected with their adults, our current OAPs. So why are we (the youth) a lost generation? If you asked most youth their thoughts on the current economic climate and potential solutions then you would hear some decent answers. Not bad from a bunch of people apparently out drinking on street corners between popping out babies and gaining the additional ASBO by stabbing people. I say no. The percentage of young people out stabbing people and&amp;nbsp;committing ASBO related acts are about as low as the percentage of people who actually believe the BNP are onto a good idea. It doesn&#39;t take a Steven Hawking to realise that it&#39;s pretty low and if you actually agree with BNP then please go away as this is clearly too smart for you, so please go in the corner and play with some colour pencils.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7222649630997053364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/lost-cause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/7222649630997053364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/7222649630997053364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/lost-cause.html' title='Lost Cause'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-4180741755681985022</id><published>2010-11-27T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T16:09:36.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recent Student Protest</title><content type='html'>I cannot comment on the protest of 10/11/10 as I was not there but I can however comment on the protest on 24/11/10. We were surrounded by police and held without water or toilet facilities. A police officer suggested I used the street as a toilet. According to media, a police fan was abandoned due to fears of safety. They also said we were kettled in. The correct term is bubble. If they left in such a hurry, why did they lock the doors? They couldn&#39;t drive 10 meters to safety? It was a trap. They wanted us to become trapped and ultimately violent so they could control what they posted to the world. They showed images of violent students and denied using &#39;horse charges&#39;. But we fought back. We captured them on film charging at us. Now we have our evidence. Now begins the dawning of a new day. A new age. The age of the students.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj1IyLQwATx2LCT0TmvcSwdUbvTFh3zlfKeheOUFpwpxNHUs55C40yAr4xvRa4iagT4-E_fgJDf9zQimP8m5-ZSMnfES-eeWBLpSTc20AARn2yRyZHerKIaCwbCeoyhoAVx9pk6jmK0VLZ/s1600/Image0228.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhj1IyLQwATx2LCT0TmvcSwdUbvTFh3zlfKeheOUFpwpxNHUs55C40yAr4xvRa4iagT4-E_fgJDf9zQimP8m5-ZSMnfES-eeWBLpSTc20AARn2yRyZHerKIaCwbCeoyhoAVx9pk6jmK0VLZ/s320/Image0228.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The apparently blood thirsty and violent students.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I believe we are not. But fuck the system.&lt;br /&gt;
Here I&#39;m going to post poetry I have written.&lt;br /&gt;
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Poem 1:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Love is&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;By Giordano Di Pino-Forino&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Life is good&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;And life is grand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;The best thing in life&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Doesn’t weigh a pound&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The London Eye at Sunset. A visual representation of the poem.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Love will come&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;And love will go&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Love will knock you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;To and thro&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Love is good&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;And love is bad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Love will make you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Very sad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;But at the same time&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Very glad&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;You had it to hold&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;So now you have a story&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Waiting to be told.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Yet again, any comments will be welcomed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Giordano&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/1862079463589218425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/freedom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/1862079463589218425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/1862079463589218425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdW1FgIN-_2aNn1pqTkZ7LvTslmUNlAkfvxiL90a4T3cl4qb_U-i2LjgHsA6MCr5cawoLgIC3MTzstDTBMkHxgISPPgIdaf1L2HdVCd8jrWS0TGYdPKigd1dGm4H1d_mDIyKkuTRaQpS94/s72-c/IMG00263-20101025-1526.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-7260174761997883970</id><published>2010-11-17T11:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T11:42:57.185-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music"/><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Music now take many forms and the ancients and founders of this art form would look upon us and frown. We have turned their once great art to a mediocre popularity contest. Why must we conform with this pop culture? Who decides who is part of popular music? Just because they are pop means they get more money even though they may only make one single. This is what I believe to be unjust. Why should we be dictated who we should listen to. What if I wish to listen to unpopular music, does this make me unpopular within my culture. What if my music tastes do not fit with the societies&#39; idea of good music. Does this make me an outcast?&lt;br /&gt;
What happens when my favourite musicians change to fit in with popular culture?&lt;br /&gt;
In my eyes this means they sold out for the money and changed but to the rest of you they became more diverse and ultimately lost fans (although not a lot) in order to gain a better social status and a greater income. In my eyes this is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Any thoughts, just comment.&lt;br /&gt;
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Giordano</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7260174761997883970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/music.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/7260174761997883970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/7260174761997883970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-2764097339830701378</id><published>2010-11-16T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T14:52:57.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention seeking</title><content type='html'>This can be a cry for help from someone who is to scared to ask for it&lt;br /&gt;
or&lt;br /&gt;
Just a shameless attempt to justify one&#39;s&amp;nbsp;existence while making their &#39;friends&#39; feel bad. The thing about this is that eventually they give up and then you really are alone. What then? Then you are truly pissed. You can attempt to re kindle the bridges previously burnt to the ground or find new people to call friends until they decide to run and hide. This is the problem that faces every attention seeker. Me. This is my place to vent and if you think I am attention please look in a mirror and say that you&#39;ve never done anything like this. As Jesus said &#39;He without sin, may cast the first stone.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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Comment back (if ya want)&lt;br /&gt;
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Giordano</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2764097339830701378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/attention-seeking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/2764097339830701378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/2764097339830701378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/attention-seeking.html' title='Attention seeking'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-339792005042767217</id><published>2010-11-16T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T15:05:32.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>George Orwell&#39;s&amp;nbsp;horrifying&amp;nbsp;book &#39;1984&#39; stated a futuristic world in which we are under the watchful eye of a big brother. This world is&amp;nbsp;similar&amp;nbsp;to the current world we live in. Instead of big brother watching over us, the government uses sites like Facebook to&amp;nbsp;monitor&amp;nbsp;our activity. Now I ask you, are we truly free?&lt;br /&gt;
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Giordano</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/339792005042767217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/339792005042767217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/339792005042767217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-5980884398709096240</id><published>2010-11-15T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:08:40.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><content type='html'>There will come a time in my life that this world will feel that I am not needed and I will pass on. Note that when &amp;nbsp;and only when this time comes that I will give up. Until then I shall stand by your side never moving. Even when you do not want me there I shall be there. I never give up on anyone even though you have given up on me.&lt;br /&gt;
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Any comment, just message me.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/5980884398709096240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/5980884398709096240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/5980884398709096240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/me.html' title='Me'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-2395474347179843329</id><published>2010-11-15T10:52:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T10:59:04.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Modern Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: url(http://www.tumblr.com/images/input_bg.gif); background-origin: initial; background-position: 50% 0%; background-repeat: repeat no-repeat; margin-bottom: 8px; margin-left: 12px; margin-right: 12px; margin-top: 8px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4;&quot;&gt;Modern humanoids have become obsessed with technology. ( I am no exception)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4;&quot;&gt;It is how we use this obsession is now what defines us. Some us it to catch up with so called friends on networking site such as bookface or myplace. Some use it to legally stalk celebrities and tell the world every time they take a shit or breath on sites such as twatter. Yet again, I fall into this category but unlike the hoards of morans reading this I poke fun at humanity and all it&#39;s flaws which there are many many many, to many to imagine.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;&quot;&gt;I am&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;a posed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.4;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;to the media influences on the youth. The main one I am talking about is Twilight. This tells young girls that it is acceptable to love two people, which it is, but use both while the other is away. THAT IS WRONG. I hate the way that most boys are called evil manipulate humans by girls that do that because of things like Twilight. Girls who go for bad boys will get hurt, if you only go after the same type of guys then you will end up with the same results...hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &#39;Lucida Grande&#39;, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.4;&quot;&gt;Any comments or ideas for the next blog, message me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/2395474347179843329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/modern-life_15.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/2395474347179843329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/2395474347179843329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/modern-life_15.html' title='Modern Life'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-7905882893395185015</id><published>2010-11-14T15:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:42:25.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Humanity</title><content type='html'>Humanity is flawed. We have a hole in our heart that can never be filled, greed. The want for more, better and bigger. To show off in an&amp;nbsp;animalism&amp;nbsp;fashion. This is the biggest&amp;nbsp;argument&amp;nbsp;with evidence in disproving creationism and that evolution is true. Why must be put faith in something that has no logically reason to exist. Why must we doubt things that has factual evidence and are also widely accepted. I saw no more. Today is the day of man. Forget the ancients and move on with life. Everyone is equal, end of.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/7905882893395185015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/humanity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/7905882893395185015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/7905882893395185015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/humanity.html' title='Humanity'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1492288421128292759.post-8190210865345093027</id><published>2010-11-14T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:21:24.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Love</title><content type='html'>Without love, life is worthless. Love is great but also terrible. Life is terrible but without any form of love is dire. Everyone and anyone needs love and those who say they do are lying. Ignore what they say and love them anyway.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/feeds/8190210865345093027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-and-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/8190210865345093027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1492288421128292759/posts/default/8190210865345093027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://g-thoughts-on-life.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-and-love.html' title='Life and Love'/><author><name>G</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10535432015757434646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic4eOoC_VfQzUm2-QsIWXWIeVgjamfVWPXnGbYSFu0PK_Fi805d2FDUyclzdbFpguNpPzGqKurzZw3TEJCNXDXm0X0y1KbLNhu2YED8zhSSuMOoebPr0ugitTIObYXOg/s220/IMG0003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>