<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930</id><updated>2012-02-04T12:05:19.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AK47</title><subtitle type='html'>Logic and emotion leading to synthesis of commotion</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-8290879755310140488</id><published>2008-02-27T21:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T21:31:16.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little twisted</title><content type='html'>I took the original and modified it my way keeping some of the original pieces untouched as they were integral for keeping the song together..  Why did I do this?  Well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.    I love Kanye as he is probably the most influential hip hop artist to hit the music industry in the past 5 years.  And if you don’t agree you probably don’t know much about hip hop.  Minus the money and the ethnic background he and I are very much alike on how we approach life both with our mind, mouth, and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.    I love this song to death cuz it’s probably the realist most passionate shit he ever wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.    I was bored the other night and I have to find different ways to entertain myself artistically by doing things other than creating C# programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I know this is probably lame on some level to some of you, but I thought it was kind of cool&lt;br /&gt;I do what I want, bitches.  You really have to know the original lyrics and the remix to truly appreciate the mods.  Love you Mr. West.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;Wait 'til I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream I could buy my way to America&lt;br /&gt;When I awoke I spent that on 12 hours of flight&lt;br /&gt;I told my friends in letters I'd be back in a second&lt;br /&gt;As a teen it's so hard not to act reckless&lt;br /&gt;I was given a lot and for 26 years I was tested&lt;br /&gt;Got arrested, guess then he got the message&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pressure, under more scrutiny&lt;br /&gt;And what'd I do? Act more stupidly&lt;br /&gt;Bought more toys? Smoked tree&lt;br /&gt;Still my mama was a good influence to me&lt;br /&gt;The friendship drama, people avoiding me&lt;br /&gt;I'm on Paul's camera talking like it's just you and me&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying what's on my mind man&lt;br /&gt;I ain't one of the patients, I ain't go to heal man&lt;br /&gt;I guess the money should've changed him&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should've forgot where I came from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;Wait 'til I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't tell me nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, was you saying something?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let out the automatic doors&lt;br /&gt;This is my life buddy, you decide yours&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't tell you if Jesus died for us&lt;br /&gt;But I could tell you who decide wars&lt;br /&gt;So I back-in that motherfucker sideways&lt;br /&gt;Old folks talking about back in my day&lt;br /&gt;But buddy, this is my day&lt;br /&gt;Class started 20 minutes ago, damn again I am late&lt;br /&gt;Know I already graduated&lt;br /&gt;And you can live through anything if my grandpa made it&lt;br /&gt;They say I talk with so much passion&lt;br /&gt;OOH, they don't know I am the latest fashion&lt;br /&gt;Don't scratch my back if you're gonna stab&lt;br /&gt;Then say some apologies like you in rehab&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if it's a problem then&lt;br /&gt;Aight buddy, call me then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;Wait 'til I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;La la la la&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't tell me nothing right?&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, was you saying something?&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the vodka splash&lt;br /&gt;Let that man close his tab, let that man get past&lt;br /&gt;He loves not to stop and keep on the gas&lt;br /&gt;Yea, yea, Yea, buddy this a theme song&lt;br /&gt;If he can move through life, he can ride to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Cause how he groove in a club full of No's?&lt;br /&gt;How he stay faithful on the floor full of hoes?&lt;br /&gt;Must be the king cuz he moving in to his throne&lt;br /&gt;heart not of stone and brain grown&lt;br /&gt;Treasure, what's your pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;Life is a bitch no matter how you fuck her&lt;br /&gt;So if the devil wear Prada, my girl wear nada,&lt;br /&gt;I'm in between, but way more soulful&lt;br /&gt;and I try with little effort&lt;br /&gt;but if you try hard,&lt;br /&gt;That's when you gain hard&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll homies thinking like "Why God?"&lt;br /&gt;I used to reminisce over you, my God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La La La La (Hey!)&lt;br /&gt;Wait till I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;La La La La (Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't tell me nothing, right?&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me, is you saying something?&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing (HA HA!)&lt;br /&gt;You can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh, you can't tell me nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;The I get my fun on&lt;br /&gt;If I always want to have my drink on on&lt;br /&gt;$100 jeans on, do that mean I dream wrong?&lt;br /&gt;And I was high as strides&lt;br /&gt;We sailed the ship on Caribbean tides&lt;br /&gt;We were fly, even though we ended&lt;br /&gt;And it don't matter if she turn me down cuz&lt;br /&gt;When I get my money right she gonna come running&lt;br /&gt;And she'll giigle like Google with extra "i's"&lt;br /&gt;Some dudes try to whisper too many lies&lt;br /&gt;I stay focused on her eyes&lt;br /&gt;In Miami clubs you need to bring some extra hoes&lt;br /&gt;Not in tank tops, tell them wear some sexy clothes&lt;br /&gt;I have no game and my chain is small&lt;br /&gt;Damn, Dre would you change anything?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;But (If I had a billion dollars)&lt;br /&gt;I'd buy more button downs and pop those sleeves&lt;br /&gt;Nicky is attached, her nickname is Femur&lt;br /&gt;Maxima need company too, her nickname is Bimmer&lt;br /&gt;"Wait till I get my money" everybody motto&lt;br /&gt;So I am gonna need bravo for all the code I wrote&lt;br /&gt;yeah, hey mama they can hate him&lt;br /&gt;Cuz after all the drama, they just fade in&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-8290879755310140488?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8290879755310140488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=8290879755310140488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/8290879755310140488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/8290879755310140488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2008/02/little-twisted.html' title='A little twisted'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-4201665940314178776</id><published>2007-12-21T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T00:08:27.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I hate Xmas</title><content type='html'>Here are top 3 reasons  why over the years as I have gotten older and have grown to hate Christmas as holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  It's a commercialized holiday in which people through the power of materialism express their love and care for others by purchasing gifts just so they can say I care about you because I bought you a gift.   It shows the true careless and selfish nature of humans battling through stores and traffic grabbing gifts like there is no tomorrow and fighting people over who gets what like its the last drop of water left to drink.  Meanwhile there are wars, starvation,  withering environment, and government corruption going on around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  It depletes all productivity from work as people just become absolutely careless and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  It's an excuse for people to spend time with their family because there needs to be some sort of celebratory event just to spend time with their family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't ask me about Xmas and what gifts I got because  I don't care about people giving me gifts, it's fucking stupid.   Having friends and family that care about me is that gift.  And spending good time and sharing memories with them throughout the year is all I need.  One day out of the year is not going to make a difference, seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-4201665940314178776?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4201665940314178776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=4201665940314178776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/4201665940314178776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/4201665940314178776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/12/why-i-hate-xmas.html' title='Why I hate Xmas'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-3907661986629046947</id><published>2007-12-15T23:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-16T23:09:23.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Will never forgive or forget.  Go to Hell</title><content type='html'>"No End in Sight" a disturbing documentary about how Bush and his administration DESTROYED a semi stable country, KILLED U.S. soldiers, and DEPLETED funds from U.S. on a wasted war that was decided by several very stupid FUCKING PEOPLE WHO SHOULD BE IN JAIL FOR&lt;br /&gt;FRAUD AND CORRUPTION costing this country an estimated 1.8 trillion dollar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" tabindex="10" onclick="return false;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you Bush and I hope you go to HELL for what you have done to this country&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-3907661986629046947?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/3907661986629046947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=3907661986629046947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/3907661986629046947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/3907661986629046947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/12/go-to-hell.html' title='Will never forgive or forget.  Go to Hell'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-7642275331331680138</id><published>2007-11-18T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:15:49.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Bucks</title><content type='html'>Even the little guy has the school spirit.  I keep them trained pretty well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/R0D_TsfBpGI/AAAAAAAAADY/RSPr64Z3CM8/s1600-h/IMG_5213.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/R0D_TsfBpGI/AAAAAAAAADY/RSPr64Z3CM8/s400/IMG_5213.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134384289026253922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/R0D-1cfBpFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bVGBw0WUYY4/s1600-h/IMG_5216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/R0D-1cfBpFI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bVGBw0WUYY4/s400/IMG_5216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134383769335211090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/R0D-EMfBpEI/AAAAAAAAADI/-qjwOOwQ0kI/s1600-h/IMG_5210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/R0D-EMfBpEI/AAAAAAAAADI/-qjwOOwQ0kI/s400/IMG_5210.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134382923226653762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-7642275331331680138?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/7642275331331680138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=7642275331331680138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/7642275331331680138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/7642275331331680138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/11/go-bucks.html' title='Go Bucks'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/R0D_TsfBpGI/AAAAAAAAADY/RSPr64Z3CM8/s72-c/IMG_5213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-1669250711178970363</id><published>2007-11-11T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-11T23:32:48.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Recap</title><content type='html'>It has been a disappointing football weekend for the state of Ohio, but overall it was a fun one.  Ohio State lost their run for the championship to an unranked team, but I still love them.  Browns lost a close one to the Steelers, one day we will have that revenge win.  It was an eventful weekend filled  with working on my house, thesis research paper, and partying in Akron.  Spent a day down in the dirty A (a.k.a. Akron) chilling with my 330 family.  Hanging out at Portage lakes occupied with Xmas Ale, NBA 2k8, Bud light, good laughter, delicious food, and football.  I was the grill master for your tasty hot dogs and burgers, came home and crashed for 4 hours and now I am rooting for the Cavs to beat the Clippers. &lt;br /&gt;Happy Veterans Day. &lt;br /&gt;One Love to all the soldiers in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;Rest in Peace my grandpa who was a soldier in WII&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no class tomorrow YES!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;F.P.B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-1669250711178970363?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/1669250711178970363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=1669250711178970363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/1669250711178970363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/1669250711178970363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/11/weekend-recap.html' title='Weekend Recap'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-8869330825863526724</id><published>2007-10-22T23:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T23:47:41.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Billion Dollars  a Week</title><content type='html'>Oh my fucking GOD ! 2 billion dollars a week.  The nerve to ask for more money someone get this dumb fuck of a president as far away from the white house as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This asshole said and I quote&lt;br /&gt;"the money will cover basic operating expenses, plus additional armored vehicles and countermeasures designed to protect U.S. troops from roadside bombs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you save us all the money that we need back in this country to support our own people who are living in poverty and improve our infrastructure and salvage the lives of innocent soldiers and put an to finito on this pointless war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, I HATE him with a passion, and I promised myself not to dedicate any  more blogs to that piece of shit, but I can't help it, I have to let it out.  I cannot wait until another president takes over so I do not have to see his monkey ass face anymore or listen to his bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3834 DEAD in Iraq War&lt;br /&gt;2974 DEAD in 911 Attack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the real terrorist here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/10/22/war.spending/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2007/POLITICS/10/22/war.spending/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like you Republicans but you guys got screwed by this dude.  Now you have to invest a lot of time and rebuild your image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this will be my last quick rant about this piece of shit for a while...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-8869330825863526724?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8869330825863526724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=8869330825863526724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/8869330825863526724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/8869330825863526724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/10/2-billion-dollars-week.html' title='2 Billion Dollars  a Week'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-3909804672055296844</id><published>2007-10-21T18:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:17:22.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>broken radio</title><content type='html'>OMG America the fucking wizard from Harry Potter is gay.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck cares!!!!!!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People wake up.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If brainless cowboys can run I mean ruin the country we can have gay wizards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey hey it's okay to be gay&lt;br /&gt;who you have sex with is your choice&lt;br /&gt;exercise your liberty have fun and play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;gays are happy America rejoice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait... I believe we have a wizard who has power of removing countries with a bunch of magical lies, but he is not gay&lt;br /&gt;beep beep beep&lt;br /&gt;On a side note FUCK PRESIDENT BUSH up his asshole with a barrel of oil that is covered in blood of American soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It's because of single minded and selfish retards like you everyone in this world now hates us.&lt;/p&gt;Any American citizen who supports President Bush and his war in Iraq should be shipped to Iraq and put in combat regardless of your age.  We will then see how quickly you will change your mind.  It's nice for to sit here on your fat ass watching FOX news while people are getting killed so you can go to work the next day and stop at McDonalds for a nice fat juicy burger.&lt;br /&gt;In most other countries you have no choice, but to enlist in the army and fight in war if necessary and and if you refuse you get sent to prison. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I support the war on terrorism because it's an effort to eliminate evil, but  not the war on oil money which by nature brings more evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This message is brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;Generation Y radio&lt;br /&gt;WDRE 81.4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-3909804672055296844?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/3909804672055296844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=3909804672055296844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/3909804672055296844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/3909804672055296844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/10/broken-radio.html' title='broken radio'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-3254893829001151621</id><published>2007-10-19T00:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T00:54:13.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What will the humans do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p  class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As the world slowly depletes the natural resources people are starting to get alarmed on how they will survive in the future.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are really two major notions going on in the world and unfortunately they are contradicting each.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p face="arial" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;One notion is globalization becoming a critical aspect of sustainability for many countries as they depend on other countries to provide resources, raw materials, outsourcing cheap labor, financial markets, e-commerce and other various aspects of the economy that keep a country running.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;The other notion is that in addition to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;United   States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; major countries like &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;China&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Japan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Middle Eastern Regions, South Korea, and parts of South America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; are starting to emerge as powerful empires that have are becoming significant key players in the oligopoly type competition in the world markets.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are running into risky situations where the leaders for these countries are getting too ambitious in making threats, building armies, establishing trade barriers and tariffs to the level of a dictatorship type control.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It becomes even worse if they feel that they are at a threat of getting resources for their own survival which might lead them to attacking other countries to satisfy their basic needs of life.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is evident that &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;United   States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; is the front runner and pilot so to speak because it is doing exactly what it needs to do in order to establish long term survival.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A prime example is the war in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Iraq&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.  We forced our way on someone else's ground to take control of what was rightfully not ours.  Furthermore, the heavy importing of resources like gold, diamonds, oil, steel, and human resources in the servicing industry from other countries enabling them to preserve much of their own resources.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They want to position satellite guided missiles in strategic parts of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Russia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and claim that its protection against terrorism.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In reality it’s just a ploy to have more immediate military control across the world.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a great strategy if you choose to continue to become a heavy predator. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Their basic strategy leads to one of the most fundamental theories “survival of the fittest”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the end of the day when you have exhausted all other places around the world, you have now positioned yourself in a dominant domain of running the show so to speak.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are now becoming solely the most powerful empire in the world that is rich in resources which were drained from other parts around the world that now require it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;What were once third world countries, are now gaining supremacy and will no longer tolerate any more selfish acts from other counties and protect themselves to the best of their ability by emerging as predators.  You can see the contradicting elements by understanding that globalization which is highly based on cooperation cannot purely exist, excel, and prevail if countries are competing for survival by all means necessary even if they have to eliminate someone that they once depended on. &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So what will the future reveal? Will we work cohesively as a single species helping each other out through the idea of globalization and nurture the thriving nature of human mankind for many generations to come? or will the competition for global resources going to converge with the evil nature of mankind leading to barbaric societies that will eventually destroy planet Earth that was created billions of years ago?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It’s a tough question to answer because both concepts are currently at play, that is to say counties are cooperating and working with each through international trade policies, but at the same time people are killing each other and trying to eliminate races and countries.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;One thing I know for sure is that as a young generation we need to get involved in the issues around the world whether it is health care, starvation, protecting the environment, establishing peace treaties, poverty, inequality, population control, or whatever else you feel is important  because it will impact not only our lives, but the lives of our children and grandchildren and the ultimate gift of nature that gave you life.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Sex, drugs, alcohol, money, and entertainment are all gifts that help dilute the reality and give us a great sensation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Enjoy those gifts at moderate levels, but in return try to make a difference on the issues at hand so that when you die, you die with a purpose like the soldiers who are keeping you alive to give you chance to make the difference. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-3254893829001151621?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/3254893829001151621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=3254893829001151621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/3254893829001151621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/3254893829001151621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-will-humans-do-to-this-planet.html' title='What will the humans do?'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-219265600623155632</id><published>2007-10-17T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:49:18.125-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpses of My life</title><content type='html'>I was just sitting here and being bored and then decided to put a quick little literature product together for your entertainment because I am a poet on occasions.&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty much all true life experiences.  Enjoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;keeping it real &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;my second car was custom fitted and teal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;now its dark blue with no airbags in my steering wheel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;aggressive controlled driver with Yokohamas that squeal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;put on your belt, relax, and just chiiill&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I came to this country and lived through quite an ordeal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;when I was poor I used to steal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;used to chew on bones and now sip wine with veal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;now my life is heading close to ideal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love oranges but hate to peel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;used to drink like an eel &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;when Progressive hired me they got a steal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;four years later I still have a crappy deal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;give me my money or you have no deal&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;they need to fix my pay or ill bounce out like a wet seal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;joined a new team just to work with a former navy seal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;if the girl is right I’ll know the feel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;she let me dance so I coped a feel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;some girls broke my heart it still needs to heal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;smart and sexy Armenian girls are my appeal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;but will settle for an exotic lady from &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Brazil&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;didn’t learn much from high school teacher Dr. Beal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;came up hungry in this world and cooked my own meal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;said goodbye to fake friends because they were unreal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;made new friends and those three years were surreal &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;my temper is raw material because it can anneal &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;a big mouth is my ultimate Achilles’ heel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;open mind I never conceal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;the truth I tend to reveal &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;saved money on preppy Harvard and got the CSU MBA skiiill &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;two jewelers in my fam so I prefer gold over steel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;MVT Real World denied my tape so they can kneel&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and kiss my fat crown jewels because my name is _ and I keep it real &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-219265600623155632?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/219265600623155632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=219265600623155632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/219265600623155632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/219265600623155632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/10/glimples-of-my-life.html' title='Glimpses of My life'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-4331816926085723094</id><published>2007-10-15T21:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:22:06.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Latest Support Efforts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Recognize Armenian Genocide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://capwiz.com/anca/callalert/index.tt?alertid=10430121&amp;amp;type=CO"&gt;http://capwiz.com/anca/callalert/index.tt?alertid=10430121&amp;amp;type=CO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stop the War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.moveon.org/"&gt;http://www.moveon.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Stop the War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cafepress.com/buy/stop+war/-/pv_design_details/pg_2/id_13312001/opt_/fpt_/c_666/"&gt;http://www.cafepress.com/buy/stop+war/-/pv_design_details/pg_2/id_13312001/opt_/fpt_/c_666/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Save Armenia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.armeniatree.org/"&gt;http://www.armeniatree.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also Promoting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new Will.I.Am. album which is dope, his nice beats and smooth melodies for your soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the new Armenians Reality TV show on the E!  Keeping up with the Kardashian's&lt;br /&gt;One love to Kim my girl from L.A. that I want to marry.  Armenians the are best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=119640293"&gt;http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;amp;friendID=119640293&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-4331816926085723094?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4331816926085723094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=4331816926085723094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/4331816926085723094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/4331816926085723094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-latest-support-efforts.html' title='My Latest Support Efforts'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-7352582551036256097</id><published>2007-09-14T23:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T23:20:08.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry 50, but now its really worth just 50 cents</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorry 50, but you need to develop yourself as an artist or you can say goodbye to your at one time huge cd sales.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are right, Kanye West is not competition because he is way more talented, more intelligent, dynamic in his lyrics, and he also produces tracks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now, granted most of his beats are sampled, they still come out pretty damn good most of the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Either way you look at it takes some talent and skill even to sample songs to create something unique.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another important factor that is important for maintaining fan base and to continue to have &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;respect in the music industry is that you have to become influential at some point in time your career.  2Pac was influential, Biggie was heading towards the direction of being influential, but he wasn’t there yet and died too young for us to find out.  Your first album was hands down a classic that blew my ears away and we got the “low down” about your shooting and your thug mentality, but damn two albums later you are still talking about killing people, murder this, murder that, guns this and that, ak47, bullet proof vests.&lt;/p&gt;I mean damn you are a millionaire now and we all know that you don’t interact with the hoods anymore and you don’t’ go back in the hood nor do you live like a hood, so what’s with all the garbage content lacking lyrics??? Move on with life, don’t you have &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;anything else interesting in your life to talk about??? &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Increase your vocabulary base, read some books, or do something. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Eventually Dr. Dre is not going to be able to save your repetitive narrow minded lyrics over his hit beats and already he is not saving your ass, because there are no spectacular beats on this album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I know you are a cocky dude who claims mogul status in rap, but you are no longer the talk of the town dude and even if you go platinum 3 or 4 times which I am sure you will, you need to establish your long term objectives in surviving in this game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Don’t get me wrong I’ll still listen to some of 50's stuff like club type songs hits that are good to cruise to in the car or dance in the club, but I really tune myself out of listening to the lyrics and just enjoy the beats, because the lyrics are very elementary and not thought provoking at all.  Whereas, Kanye damn I really have to think about his lyrics sometimes and put them together because his sick creativity leads to a lot of random phrases and words which find their way of flowing together.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And I am only using Kanye as an example because both are in the spotlight right now with both of their 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; albums dropping on 09/11 &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Kanye is the obvious winner and the only thing that can come close to his versatile style and lyrics is 50’s first album.  And who knows maybe Mr. West will become stale one day but so far he is has been pretty solid with the 3 albums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/read/news/47948880"&gt;http://music.yahoo.com/read/news/47948880&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-7352582551036256097?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/7352582551036256097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=7352582551036256097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/7352582551036256097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/7352582551036256097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/09/sorry-50-but-now-its-really-worth-just.html' title='Sorry 50, but now its really worth just 50 cents'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-8966381918831154918</id><published>2007-09-12T20:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:49:14.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh M.J.</title><content type='html'>I have come to the conclusion that Billie Jean is my all time favorite song. I first heard it when I was in 2nd grade back in my motherland. The dance moves, the beat, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lyrics&lt;/span&gt;, the presentation, that shit is untouchable I call it love at first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hearight&lt;/span&gt;.  Oh M.J. you are miss understood, but never forget that you were the most influential artist of Generation X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this day when that song is played on the radio or on the dance, it gets my full and undivided attention at any cost. And by that I mean if I have to make a fool of myself attempting to bust out the M.J. moves. I will fully engage in that activity just because it is so compelling and captivating to my ears that my brain says put down that drink, grab your balls, and lets move DRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you M.J.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-8966381918831154918?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8966381918831154918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=8966381918831154918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/8966381918831154918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/8966381918831154918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-mj.html' title='Oh M.J.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-994419654774873327</id><published>2007-09-10T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T22:57:28.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give her One More Chance</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I wish you well Britney, at least you are not drugged out driving drunk like the other crazy &lt;st1:place&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt; party girls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The production for this song a potential for good club track, if she tightens up her abs and introduces faster more dynamic moves and a complex dance routine it might be a decent hit, but until that’s done I am not impressed.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do not get me wrong she made some silly mistakes, but let’s hope that she learns and grows up and that it will make her stronger and influence her as an artist to take her talent and skill to another level that could appeal to a more mature crowd, but still please her old fan base which has slowly diverged away.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t completely judge her, because I haven’t made some silly mistakes on my level and who knows maybe if I was at her level &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would do something crazier, but I want assure you that I would not have two kids in a matter of two years from some white trash dance hoe, that already has two other kids from two different baby daddies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will however have a suspended license for excessive speeding on my sick Lambo or Ferrari, or having crazy hotel parties disturbing the Armenian peace, or getting pulled over by the Coast Guard for drinking on the boat while have parties or recklessly operating jet skis.&lt;/p&gt;Anyway, I know that there are a lot of haters outside on Britney, but at the end of the day she is not that terrible of a person, you know is just a little stupid and needs some guidance in her life somebody positive from her family or something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I might download her album to see how it is cuz she might have some good beats, cuz I love good beats&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-994419654774873327?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/994419654774873327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=994419654774873327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/994419654774873327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/994419654774873327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/09/give-her-one-more-chance.html' title='Give her One More Chance'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-5593694093946336684</id><published>2007-08-14T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T18:09:28.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Estate Jokers</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, so if I hear one more time from another person that it is taking me way too long to remodel my house and that I just need to move in please do not get mad at me if I either ignore your ignorant comments which lack factual data to back it up or blow up in your face.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You obviously have no concept of &lt;b style=""&gt;the scope of my remodeling, budget limitations and overruns, resource unavailability, time constraints, dependencies and balancing other life priorities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the next time you want give me your 2 cent real estate opinion just save the noise and give me $25,000 cash so I can hire 10 different contractors to finish the place according to your time standards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And if you are not going to do that, then just please spare me your pointless unconstructive feedback.  If you do not have anything to contribute like physical labor or financing then please do not complain, go back to your apartment or house or condo and do your own remodeling at your own pace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am the project manager and the execution will be based on MY blue prints, budgets, time, materials, costs, contractors, and all the other stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-5593694093946336684?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5593694093946336684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=5593694093946336684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/5593694093946336684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/5593694093946336684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/08/real-estate-jokers.html' title='Real Estate Jokers'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-3540380631646548153</id><published>2007-08-11T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:15:49.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is me then and now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/Rr5jRRhmP4I/AAAAAAAAADA/lGqQHROVYdY/s1600-h/IMG_2286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/Rr5jRRhmP4I/AAAAAAAAADA/lGqQHROVYdY/s400/IMG_2286.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097620976643227522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don't have to impress these girls, ladies, females, bitches, hoes, or gold diggers when I first meet them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not put up fronts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I spit the rawest truth that most people can’t handle.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I admit that my mouthpiece has brought me both happiness and grief over time, but after 26 years I am generally satisfied with its performance.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If I get involved with a girl and for some reason she wants to play games, it will make her head spin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The type of shit that I could say will make a hers ears reach elation, her brain reach ecstasy and her body reach heaven.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“They say I talk with so much emphasis Ohhh ... they so sensitive”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"EXCUSE ME IS YOU SAYING SOMETHING??? YOU CAN’T TELL ME NOTHING"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I DO WHAT I WANT TO DO &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I DO WHAT I FEEL LIKE I DO &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I AM HERE FOR A LIMITED TIME AND I AM GOING TO MAKE &lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;ME HAPPY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I GOT SICK MOMENTUM RIGHT NOW AND I AM NOT STOPPING FOR NO ONE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I GOT A MIDDLE FINGER FOR ALL THE HATERS, LOOSERS AND FORMER FRIENDS WHO NO LONGER ROLL IN MY CREW, BIG MISTAKE&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I GOT A MIDDLE FINGER TO ALL THE FEMALES WHO THINK THEY ARE TOO GOOD FOR ME.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;IT IS GOING TO BE ON AND POPPIN' IN &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt; BABY, KEEP IN TOUCH IF YOU WANT TO BE ON A WINNING TEAM&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;This is officially the song of the year for me.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAzkKUPaVlA"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YAzkKUPaVlA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;La La La La&lt;br /&gt;Wait til I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream I could buy my way to heaven&lt;br /&gt;When I awoke I spent that on a necklace&lt;br /&gt;I told God I'd be back in a second&lt;br /&gt;Man its so hard not to act reckless&lt;br /&gt;To whom much is given much is tested&lt;br /&gt;Get arrested guess until he get the message&lt;br /&gt;I feel the pressure&lt;br /&gt;under more scrutiny&lt;br /&gt;And what I do?&lt;br /&gt;Act more stupidly&lt;br /&gt;Bought more jewelry, more Louis V&lt;br /&gt;My momma couldn't get through to me&lt;br /&gt;The drama. People suing me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm on TV talkin like its just you and me&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying how I feel man&lt;br /&gt;I ain't one of the Cosby's&lt;br /&gt;I ain't go to Hill man&lt;br /&gt;I guess the money should have changed him&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should have forgot where I came from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La La La La&lt;br /&gt;Wait til I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;La La La La&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't tell me nothing right&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me? Was you saying something??&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let up the suicide doors&lt;br /&gt;This is my life homey&lt;br /&gt;You decide yours&lt;br /&gt;I know that Jesus died for us&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't tell you who decide wars&lt;br /&gt;So I parallel double park that mother fucker sideways&lt;br /&gt;Old folks talking bought back in my day&lt;br /&gt;But homey this is my day&lt;br /&gt;Class started two hours ago&lt;br /&gt;Oh, am I late?&lt;br /&gt;No, I already graduated.&lt;br /&gt;And you can live through anything if Magic made it.&lt;br /&gt;They say I talk with so much emphasis&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh ... they so sensitive&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever fix your lips like collagen&lt;br /&gt;And then say something where you gonna end up apologin&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if its a problem then&lt;br /&gt;Aight man, holla then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La La La La&lt;br /&gt;Wait til I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;La La La La&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't tell me nothing right&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me? Was you saying something??&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the champagne splash&lt;br /&gt;Let that man get cash&lt;br /&gt;Let that man get passed&lt;br /&gt;He don't even stop to get gas&lt;br /&gt;If he can move through the rumors&lt;br /&gt;He can drive off of fumes cuz&lt;br /&gt;How he move in a room full of no's&lt;br /&gt;How he stay faithful in a room full of hoes&lt;br /&gt;Must be the pharoahs&lt;br /&gt;He in tune with his soul&lt;br /&gt;So when he buried in a tomb full of gold&lt;br /&gt;Treasure ... what's your pleasure?&lt;br /&gt;Life is a (UH) dependin how you dress her&lt;br /&gt;So if the devil wear Prada&lt;br /&gt;Adam Eve wear nada&lt;br /&gt;I'm in between but way more fresher&lt;br /&gt;With way less effort&lt;br /&gt;Cuz when you try hard is when you die hard&lt;br /&gt;Y'all homies lookin like why God?&lt;br /&gt;When they reminensce over you my God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La La La La&lt;br /&gt;Wait til I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;La La La La&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't tell me nothing right&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me? Was you saying something??&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh ... you can't tell me nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La La La La&lt;br /&gt;Wait til I get my money right&lt;br /&gt;La La La La&lt;br /&gt;Then you can't tell me nothing right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-3540380631646548153?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/3540380631646548153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=3540380631646548153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/3540380631646548153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/3540380631646548153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/08/this-is-me-baby.html' title='This is me then and now'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/Rr5jRRhmP4I/AAAAAAAAADA/lGqQHROVYdY/s72-c/IMG_2286.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-8269476390633958588</id><published>2007-08-02T22:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T23:17:15.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;If I could do drugs without ruining my health and being able to function at work, I would do them everyday and live in solitude reading books, excluding myself from dealing with selfish fake people who only appear to care on the surface. I invest way too much into people and honestly I am done doing that. No one really knows me or understands me or knows what goes through my head. No one in this world other than my mother is really connected with me. And people say that they want to help, but they just say that shit because of self-gratitude of being there for someone, for the most part they have their own problems and could care less about yours.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;I am glad some of my close friends are moving away and others already live in various states because it’s just going to force me to live on my own and not depend on social interaction as an element of repetitive satisfaction. I am jealous of people who are loners, but I must admit I have gotten a lot better over the past couple of years on being on my own and spending time by myself without the need of attention.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Everyone just please leave me alone, I mean seriously do not waste my time and try to be all friendly, cheery, and buddy buddy because most of you are just putting up a front. I am too old to play these stupid high school games, I dropped all the loser friends that I had or was acquainted with and I don’t need to pick up anymore or be surrounded with unreliable careless liars.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Please do not bother asking questions about this log and where these thoughts are coming from. I do not want to explain myself anymore. Honestly maybe the best thing for everyone to do is forget all the good qualities that I have because they haven't really benefited me that much other than getting a decent job.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;Yes I am generalizing, so what, I do not care. Do not get offended, ok so you did, so what, I still do not care. I mean do you care? Nope! cuz you didn't pick the phone and called or texted? Oh wait you expected me to call first well guess what you probably have someone you connect with so what are you bitching about?! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;SHIT IS FUCKED UP FOR ME OKAY. YOU DO NO KNOW SHIT ABOUT GROWING UP AS A SINGLE CHILD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am just bored with life and not too many things excite me anymore other than coming home to my dog and remodeling my house.  I don't care about work, school, cars (M3 is an exception), groupies, partying.  I used to be all about these things, but all that shit is surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean fuck I got pulled over today for running a stop sign out of the Progressive parking lot and then doing like 70 down alpha without a seat belt.  I DO NOT CARE.  The cop pulled me over and was shocked and said it was reckless driving.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said officer I really have no excuse or explanation so do whatever it is you do and lets get this over with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He said he could arrest me and take my license, I said that’s fine, and then again I repeated to him do whatever it is you have to do.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was being real with him.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And he looked at me said you know what son, “you should care about your life more and drive more carefully, have a nice day”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I thanked him the light turned green and I drove off to meet my contractor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could do drugs without ruining my health and being able to function at work, I would do them everyday&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-8269476390633958588?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/8269476390633958588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=8269476390633958588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/8269476390633958588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/8269476390633958588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/08/wtf.html' title='WTF'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-5801691821901609066</id><published>2007-07-19T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T16:28:33.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave the dogs alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If Michael Vick is in fact guilty, him and his little buddies should go to jail for a long time.  I was huge fan of him until the recent news of his ridiculous treatment towards animals.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And what's with black people and dog fighting????!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; PICK ANOTHER FUCKING HOBBY!!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I love my dogs and it’s just fucking cruel what they do to these poor animals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-5801691821901609066?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5801691821901609066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=5801691821901609066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/5801691821901609066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/5801691821901609066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/07/leave-dogs-alone.html' title='Leave the dogs alone'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-9044873782632242340</id><published>2007-06-06T22:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T22:34:18.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PLEASE GO AWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thought that I was increasing my tolerance and patience on things in life, but lately I have grown to have very minute levels of tolerance when it comes to dealing with certain people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean, I really just want to fucking smack the shit out of some of the people that I deal with, it’s so fucking sickening to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There is just a wide array of people that have gotten on my nerves lately and a few of the examples”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I can’t say that I am really pissed of about something I just can’t bare to deal with these people anymore.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- fucking morons who have jobs in places that they have no business even shopping.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Stupid assholes who work at places like Lowe’s and Home Depot who don’t know the difference between a nail and a screw and stand there trying to give you advice on some home remodeling stuff that they have not fucking clew about.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Sorry ass technicians who work at the Geek squad in Best Buy, whose highlight of the day is to install windows XP and some drivers for the customer’s new wireless keyboard and mouse which they just happily purchased at Best Buy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fucking high-schoolers and GED dropouts who have the nerve and balls to give me some bullshit advice about LCD vs. Plasma televisions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Spitting out terms like resolution, DLP, HD, 1080p.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some stupid feedback that they read about in a blog or looked up Sony’s manual about their technology.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Dude shut the fuck! and let me do my shopping like I told you the first 3 times. .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;- slow as traffic impeding motherfuckers who do not know how to drive, who pull out in the middle of the road in hopes of making the light but just end up looking STUPID! by blocking the intersection because the cars are backed up in front of them. MOTHERFUCKER READ THE SIGN, IT SAYS “&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;DO   NOT BOCK DRIVE&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:street&gt;”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;carefree morons who refuse to get over to the slow lanes while going exactly the speed limit in the left lane of a major freeway&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;corporate America workers who are full of fucking shit and pad every little word that comes out of their mouth, the exact same bunch of grimy smelly shit that comes out of my ass just happens to land on their tongues.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They will stroke your cock while you face them, but as soon as you turn around they will fuck you in the ass with the biggest dildo they have. &lt;br /&gt;I try to stay as pure as possible, but at times I have to play the necessary evil piano.  I am a victim of this environment because it pays the bills for right now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;managers who have been in their jobs for way too long and need to go do something in life, and stop making the world around them stale&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;managers who act like your lawyers by constantly repeating the phrases like “can’t promise”, “no guarantee”, “not sure”, “possibly but not for certain”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I man god damn!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;drunk sluts dancing in clubs acting obnoxious as fuck and hoeing around with their groupie ass scandalous girlfriends trying to find dudes who will buy them drinks.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are nothing but a hoe, not a woman, a shameless hoe. PLEASE DO NOT TOUCH ME OR APPROACH ME.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;broke ass motherfukcers without jobs who ask for money and never pay it back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They come up with shitty excuses on how they don’t have your money, but in reality they just went out and bought some clothes or drinks or other stupid shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They lie to your face saying how they will pay you next week, but when next week comes they come up with more sultry excuses.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;-----------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So far the is the list and I will keep adding more categories as I think of htem.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am putting a defense mechanism in place because I do not want these types of people rubbing off on me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am serious! They can bring you down on their level and just grow on you like bacteria.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That is something that I want to completely avoid at all necessary costs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Call me crazy, but I way to real to deal with this shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I should have become a doctor because that is one profession that does not dish out any bullshit due to the seriousness of typical situations they are involved in.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Or a teacher, because they have to present facts and not bullshit their students, although some do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I am not corporate &lt;/b&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;America&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I am not politics&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I am not justice system&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;I am not sales and advertisement&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All these sectors of life are FULL OF SHIT.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am the corporate &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; that only few corporate &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;’s are ready for, not mainstream&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-9044873782632242340?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/9044873782632242340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=9044873782632242340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/9044873782632242340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/9044873782632242340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/06/please-go-away.html' title='PLEASE GO AWAY'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-6617516616582209739</id><published>2007-05-11T08:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T22:08:45.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Friend???? Who??? I  do not think so</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Well, just to let everyone one know that I am no longer friends with my one time best friend&lt;st1:personname&gt; B. W.&lt;/st1:personname&gt;  See, I was too much of a good friend who at times criticized him because I cared too much, but his ego and pride was too big for his own good.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was willing to give it a chance and work things out, but then he did a very shady thing which I did not expect after being friends with him for 9 years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He indirectly took $1000 from my father and never gave it back.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I trusted him, but he claimed that the money was now his.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Calling my dad an Indian giver? Are you kidding me ?! After all the shit we have been through and the way that my family treated you.  If he would have asked for a $1000 dollars maybe I would have loaned it out to him in a civilized fashion.  But instead, he took it like a thief.  Fucking asshole go use that money to put some food on your family's table and Air Forces on your feet, YOU SHADY ASS NO GOOD FAGGOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; I was heart broken by his shadiness, but I guess I am glad it happened now than later so that I do not have to waste any more of my precious time at mainlining what has become a one way relationship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I am a man of principle especially when it comes to money/business related transactions, but honestly I didn’t even want to see this dude’s face or waste my time in court.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What would the end result be, they put him on a payment plan??? Payment plan money that I will never see.&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;At the end of the day I look at as his loss.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He might have gained $1000, but he lost a very good friend for LIFE.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even the people that you think are your closest and dearest can end up being SHADY FUCKING BACKSTABBERS.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;To me B.W. is now a poster child for what a reall bitch is and a real man is not. Nothing can reverse what he did and now he is DEAD to me.&lt;br /&gt;He is a fucking loser in every aspect of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chronic 2001 by Dr. Dre Track #13: &lt;br /&gt;that song is about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how Ironic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-6617516616582209739?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/6617516616582209739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=6617516616582209739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/6617516616582209739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/6617516616582209739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/05/best-friend-i-do-not-think-so.html' title='Best Friend???? Who??? I  do not think so'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-1106254564629969900</id><published>2007-05-01T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T22:25:00.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For the first time in my life I have a broken heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-1106254564629969900?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/1106254564629969900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=1106254564629969900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/1106254564629969900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/1106254564629969900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/05/for-first-time-in-my-life-i-have-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-4861380996529099377</id><published>2007-04-27T01:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:04:45.378-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Raining Outside</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As we reflect back on relationships in our lives, both good and bad ones we hope that it was a learning experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And even though people get sad when the good ones come to an end you hope to gain something positive out of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You learn that you can’t always expect people to live up to your expectations and standards.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You learn that forcing others to think and care about things that matter to you does not always benefit them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You learn that there a fine line between giving advice to someone and being judgmental.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You learn that your words of wisdom might come of as pretentious and might hurt other people’s feelings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Most importantly you learn that you have to talk about your relationship problems and have an open communication medium.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Without communication there is chaos.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People say that friendships are supposed to be people’s comfort zones in life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are these zones where you can escape and be yourself and be part of a stress free environment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately that’s only the easy zone that we all love and want to experience 100% of the time, but there comes a time when we also have to deal with the uncomfortable zone which is all the fights, arguments, quarrels, disagreements, and all the other dramatic elements.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the end I believe that it’s the friendship’s ability to endure the hardships that will ultimately decide its fate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Its survival will be the only factor that will determine the solidity of original state of its foundation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So you engage in battles destroying and rebuilding with intentions to avoid what could be an inevitable collapse at any point in time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You hope that both sides try their best to sustain the linkage, but if one gives up then it makes much harder for the other to keep going.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Regardless of the ending result which can lead to convergence or divergence, you hope that both people walk away satisfied knowing that they gave their utmost effort in what at best would be maintaining and &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;rebuilding it, or at worst, ending what once was a common link. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-4861380996529099377?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4861380996529099377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=4861380996529099377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/4861380996529099377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/4861380996529099377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-raining-outside.html' title='It&apos;s Raining Outside'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-902045816563857701</id><published>2007-04-26T17:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T01:05:41.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Money and Friends</title><content type='html'>You loan your friends money in the time of need and then after a period of time it is expected that you will get that money back unless there are some serious circumstances under which your friend cannot pay you back.  That’s just how things work in this world we live in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after a while of asking for your own money back when you, the loaner, is in need of those reallocated funds now come off as begging for your own money.  What makes it even more frustrating is that your friend is now accusing you of putting money before friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those accusations are disturbing and disappointing especially if you were just trying to help in the first place and have significant history with that person.  It’s unfortunate, but you learn from people and just continue trucking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-902045816563857701?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/902045816563857701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=902045816563857701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/902045816563857701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/902045816563857701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/04/money-and-friends_26.html' title='Money and Friends'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-6090830246559912820</id><published>2007-04-26T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:46:04.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter from the president</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I wish to share with you our response to a disturbing event.  Some  hand-written graffiti was found in a restroom stall in Main Classroom yesterday  afternoon which threatens a repeat of the Virginia Tech event for May 12 - our  commencement day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I view this with grave concern and am taking every precaution to insure that  our campus and commencement exercises are safe and secure and that commencement  is the joyous occasion that all of us expect.  To that end, the University  Police have been in touch with the City of Cleveland's Police Department and I  have asked Governor Strickland for assistance from the Ohio Highway Patrol.  The  Governor has assured me of that help and I already have spoken to the Director  of Public Safety and officials at the Highway Patrol.  In addition, I have  ordered that there be metal detectors at all entrances to the Wolstein Center on  commencement day.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You can be of special help to the University by keeping us informed of any  suspicious activity and suspect behavior that you note or that may be related to  this issue.  You can call the University Police at 687-2020.  We are determined  to make our campus as safe and secure as it can be.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I appreciate your concern and, needless to say, I share it.  As events  warrant, I will keep you informed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Michael Schwartz&lt;br /&gt;President&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-6090830246559912820?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/6090830246559912820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=6090830246559912820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/6090830246559912820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/6090830246559912820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/04/letter-from-president.html' title='A letter from the president'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-5793735787237255281</id><published>2007-04-20T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T22:15:52.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I will miss my Wolf P.A.A.K.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am definitely going to miss this dream team. By far the sickest and craziest motherfuckers I have ever worked with. I was part of the most unbelievable team chemistry out of all the departments across Progressive. We made history together and left a legacy that will never be surpassed by others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These three dear friends mean a lot to me and as I move on with my career it breaks my heart that I will not be working with them, but only the future holds the answer and maybe we will once again re-unite and make more history like the 95-96 Bulls.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/RilHmb5Ni8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/2svdxnXFVmI/s1600-h/IMG_3855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/RilHmb5Ni8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/2svdxnXFVmI/s400/IMG_3855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055650782348413890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/RilHaL5Ni7I/AAAAAAAAACw/JZVND_M6JOE/s1600-h/IMG_3852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/RilDlb5NivI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Ua6K5aRNy08/s400/adam_grandma_dre.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055646367122033394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/RilDe75NiuI/AAAAAAAAABI/BjyxN0yJMlY/s1600-h/Adam+Katy+Dre.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/RilDe75NiuI/AAAAAAAAABI/BjyxN0yJMlY/s400/Adam+Katy+Dre.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055646255452883682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-5793735787237255281?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/5793735787237255281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=5793735787237255281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/5793735787237255281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/5793735787237255281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-will-miss-my-wolf-paak.html' title='I will miss my Wolf P.A.A.K.'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yaUFk4Uyhew/RilHmb5Ni8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/2svdxnXFVmI/s72-c/IMG_3855.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-3217986430774736650</id><published>2007-04-18T23:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T20:19:30.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Dammit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;So today I found that another close friend of mine is leaving me. That makes 3 that are leaving the state of &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Ohio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; within the next several months and 1 who just did not find the friendship worth wile to work out the issues. So all together that’s a loss of 4 friends in one year. Did I forget to mention that my grandfather left me a week ago. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;So all together 5 people that I care about have or are in the process of abandoning me. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;Of course this goes back to my typical life cycle where when good shit happens there is plenty of bad shit that offsets the good. So obviously I got the condo, new job, and made one new friend which is all the good shit offset by people moving away.&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;Which is why I am going to go by a jet ski, the new XBOX, some guns, BMW M3, 70” TV, pool table, and a sick ass A/V system all to go along with my new mountain bike and skis. And I am going to occupy myself with all these awesome toys and say FUCK interacting with people and letting them into my life because at the end they all leave you anyway. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;It’s a selfish fucking world we live in and so who the fuck cares anyways. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;My old friend used to say whatever is whatever and I am just going to focus on me and if that pisses people off then I really DO NOT CARE.&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Yes I am a single child and these are words of frustration and agony so FUCK THIS AND EVERYONE, cut the fucking check so I can buy the toys&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always be there for them no matter where they live.  It's just been way too much  shit to handle in the past month or so between family, friends, courts, work, school, VA Tech shootings, and my new home.  I am just really emotionally drained from all this crap, which brings out all the aggravation. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-3217986430774736650?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/3217986430774736650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/3217986430774736650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/04/fuck-them.html' title='God Dammit'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-6005615735658597836</id><published>2007-04-17T19:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T19:53:55.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today my family went through their second saddest event in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;United   States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We sent away our second grandfather to his new life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He lived a life that made him happy, a life full of friends, family, his undeniable love for food, his long and detailed toasts during family dinners and his relentless pursuit of learning new things by asking a million questions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He could not live a moment without occupying himself with various tasks like gardening, working on cars, building things, or remodeling stuff at the house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After his first stroke his only worries were on how fast he could recover to go back to work.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately, cancer got to him sooner than we wanted to and after several weeks of agony he was finally taken from us on &lt;st1:date year="2007" day="13" month="4"&gt;04/13/2007&lt;/st1:date&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He was my hero, a hero who fought in World War II.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A hero who came back to his country of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Azerbaijan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and started a family filled with dreams.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;After being forced out of his country he relocated for another chance to continue his legacy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Eventually he came to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;United States&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to spend the last part of his life with his family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today my tears were filled with sorrow and contentment.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was hard for me to let go of him, but I knew that his suffering was now over and he will finally rest in peace and live through our memories forever. He left us as a happy man surrounded with friends and family. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will miss you grandpa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-6005615735658597836?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/6005615735658597836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=6005615735658597836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/6005615735658597836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/6005615735658597836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/04/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-2541233168061049965</id><published>2007-04-16T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T22:23:16.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Tech Shootings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My deepest condolences go out to all the victims and their families of the brutal shooting that took place on the Virginia Tech campus earlier this morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My heart felt the pain when I heard the news this morning.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In 2003 my school, Case, was also a victim of a hostage situation which involved shootings and fatalities.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I recall the atmosphere on campus and the danger that some of my classmates were put in and it just breaks my heart hearing that it occurred again only a lot more severe. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know as much as we want to protect ourselves with fancy security on campuses, airports, federal buildings, and other places that we commonly attend, it is almost impossible to account for the psycho maniacs who just loose their minds and go around killing innocent people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If every destination that we often visit would have stringent security protocols it will put a hindrance on our life of freedom and promotion of social interaction.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So instead we gamble our lives on daily basis and take our freedom and existence for granted worrying about materialist issues which are not critical for survival, not knowing that one day an innocent freshman who is starting a brand new life will get shot up going to class while attend the school of their dreams.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am a strong believer of Darwinism and I think that we have to take this gamble and play the odds on survival.  And when tragic events occur we all have to stay strong and support each other during these deep moments of grief and overcome the evil that haunted the Virginia Tech campus on &lt;st1:date year="2007" day="16" month="4"&gt;04/16/2007&lt;/st1:date&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There were lots angels that got their wings today and they will watch the lives of those who survived today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Again my heart goes out to all the ones in pain as I toast to them during my 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday dinner.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-2541233168061049965?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/2541233168061049965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=2541233168061049965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/2541233168061049965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/2541233168061049965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/04/virginia-tech-shootings.html' title='Virginia Tech Shootings'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-1373539681977889174</id><published>2007-04-11T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:02:08.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>L.A. and Vegas</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;With my two new classes starting at CSU and all the catching up at work on top of working on strategic moves, I finally found the time to sit and write a brief summary of my West Coast trip.   I am not going to get into a lot of details because the pictures at the end of the blog will tell some of the story and the things that I have seen.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, I loved &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;L.A.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; the weather and the atmosphere was awesome.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am definitely planning to move out there sometime in the future, contingent on a well paying job that I plan on getting out there.  The whole city is on the move and anywhere you go there is always something going on, unlike &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Cleveland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; where you have very limited points of social interaction and anything interesting going on.  Anyway, I met up with my friend Chris on Tuesday who flew in from the Windy Chi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first couple of days we spent the doing some sightseeing, places like &lt;st1:place&gt;West  Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Santa   Monica&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Malibu&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Santa Barbara&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Chilling at the pool and just cruising and relaxing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hit up a couple of gourmet food joints for dinner, lunch and general lounging.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got to visit Little Armenia and buy some Armenian records at the store and visit some of the local shops.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The first day I got there was Chris’s birthday so we went to dinner at Ruth’s Chris, the steaks melted in my mouth at a reasonable price.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He lived in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;L.A.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; so he was pretty familiar with the area so that worked out nicely in driving around and getting to places.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nevertheless we had a sweet navi system in the 07 Escalade.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went to a couple beaches looking for jet skies and finally at &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Redodo&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Beach&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; we rented jet skiis for a couple of hours.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had crazy fun on them because there were some serious waves so I got some good air like 3-4 feet off the water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Granted, I fell off twice going like 50 miles/hour in the middle of the ocean so it was a bit freaky.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I definitely did not have any encounters with sharks, but I did see a seal swim by me and Chris saw some dolphins. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On the weekend we drove to Vegas.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course the amount of money and tourism in that city is pretty absurd, but honestly after a few days I was ready to go back to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;L.A.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; because there is only so much stuff you can do on the strip and there were way too many people, which at times made me feel cluster phobic.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not like to gamble my money because of the limited amounts that I have and plus it doesn’t really do anything for me on the whole excitement level.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are basically three categories of gamblers in my opinion&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in;" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;People      who are broke or have very little money and think they can get rich by      gambling at the casino &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;People      who like the thrill and gamble in moderate levels and enjoy the social      setting&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;People      who are power gamblers and high rollers who do it for fun and the pleasure      of having the ability to gamble thousands and even millions of dollars.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I do not fall under any of these categories and personally think that category 1 is a bunch of stupid people who obviously have no clue about odds.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Category 2 and 3 I am cool with because they do it for the amusement and self- entertainment purposes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe one day when I am filthy rich I will hit up the high rollers table and do some Texas Holden and Blackjack, but until then I was just observing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Walked around the strip, checked out the amazing architecture, watched the OSU vs. &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Georgetown&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; game at the MGM’s big screens surrounded by crazy gamblers.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Went to a few car museums where I saw amazing classics and new exotics and also bought some die cast models to expand my collection.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also got to rude on the &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt; roller coaster which outside of the &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state&gt;New York&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; hotel.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Almost forgot, the first night we went to this ultra lounge Revolutions at the Mirage for a VIP party with a few friends and groupies partying until like &lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="6"&gt;6 am&lt;/st1:time&gt;, and well you know the rest, it goes something like this... "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Drove back to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;L.A.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; on Monday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That week we hung out with some of Chris’s friends and family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Went to the Getty center which are all the garden and artsy pictures you will see in the pics below.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Cruised around the city and went to Rodeo drive and &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Beverly Hills&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; center to check out the scene and the beautiful &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;L.A.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; babies.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did not get to see any celebrities because I did not do too much late night partying in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;L.A.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was a bit of hassle to go clubbing because you had to know the hot spots and with valet parking and cover charges it was not worth the hustle and bustle and after doing stuff all day we were pretty tired.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However I did see, the girl from the Hills, MTV show, she sat next to us at the California Pizza Kitchen in &lt;st1:place&gt;West  Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although, she is not much of a celeb, but it was cool to see her pretty face in real life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also went to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Universal&lt;/st1:placename&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Studios&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Theme Park&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; which was not too packed because it was still the beginning of the season so we were able to make good time on rides and walking around the park.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We went on all the major theme rides and took the tour of the universal studios.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got to see some famous movie from Jaws, War of the Worlds, King Kong.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Saw some prop cars from famous movies and go to see how they make special effects.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although the rides can’t compare to Cedar Point, I would still recommend it because they all had unique movie themes and it was interesting to see how they incorporated parts of the movies into the ride.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So after 10 days of beautiful sunny weather I came back to 1.5 feet of snow on my drive way, but I was happy to be home and see my favorite little spoiled brat Lou. The vacation was fulfilling and relaxing and I got to catch with Chris.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/dredawg81/la-and-vegas/"&gt;http://public.fotki.com/dredawg81/la-and-vegas/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="sensecontent"&gt;password: 2pac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-1373539681977889174?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/1373539681977889174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=1373539681977889174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/1373539681977889174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/1373539681977889174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/04/la-and-vegas.html' title='L.A. and Vegas'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-6063142557098433859</id><published>2007-03-26T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T19:03:36.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Eeyz On Me - Disc 1 - Track  12</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The much anticipated &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;California&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; trip is in progress…  I will be out in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;L.A.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and Vegas for the next 1.5  weeks with my buddy Chris poppin' Kris.  Will be staying cool while enjoying the heat and all the other fun &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Cali&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; type stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Will have the details for the next blog.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Will be representing &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Gledale&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;City&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and the 213 get at me if you want to party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-6063142557098433859?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/6063142557098433859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=6063142557098433859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/6063142557098433859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/6063142557098433859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/03/all-eeyz-on-me-disc-1-track-12.html' title='All Eeyz On Me - Disc 1 - Track  12'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-4780844567541160544</id><published>2007-03-15T17:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T18:52:23.468-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Implied Racism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;racism - &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="sensecontent"&gt; a belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Thank you for adding more fire into implied/indirect racism.      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/Movies/03/15/disney.newprincess.ap/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2007/SHOWBIZ/Movies/03/15/disney.newprincess.ap/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="sensecontent"&gt;Here are a few quick thoughts about implied racism…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Must every person or story in this country make a big deal about everything that has to do with color?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean seriously, do we really need to make a headline story about every event that occurs in this country which surrounds the fact that it has to do something with a colored person or a minority achieving or accomplishing some sort of a landmark.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let’s make a big deal over a mixed presidential candidate, the two black coaches meeting in the Super Bowl for the first time, the first black Barbie, or the new Black Princess from Disney.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We know that the media is controlled by white people, and as much as the majority of them state that racism is wrong, they turn around and bring it back indirectly through that same media, which in turns just creates more aggravation for African Americans or other minorities.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I do not think people want to get constant isolated recognition based on their color and not the actual achievement.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So instead, let’s say that the Bears and the Colts were talented teams backed by two solid coaches.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Unfortunately that statement will not raise any money, TV ratings, or drama so instead the fucking NFL blasted news stories all over TV and internet about how they are both black and are meeting at the Super Bowl for the first. GET OVER IT!!! No one wants to hear that shit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Fuck I am so sick of it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My race is a fucking minority who did not serve white people, but instead got massacred by Turks and Muslims.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Yes I am not a big fan of Muslims due to what they have done to my family, but I moved on and found other ways to channel my energy and get things done.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Both blacks and whites are racist and every person in this country at some point in their lives has a racist thought.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is just part of human nature.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So let’s just do us all a favor and get over that, move on with our lives and just recognize people based on their success and NOT because their success is tied to them being an African American, White, or Hispanic.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ignorant people exist only to be ignored.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-4780844567541160544?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4780844567541160544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=4780844567541160544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/4780844567541160544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/4780844567541160544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/03/implied-racism.html' title='Implied Racism'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-1337878642603569558</id><published>2007-03-14T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T22:16:01.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Six People</title><content type='html'>the sand was warm&lt;br /&gt;the sun was hot&lt;br /&gt;the water was salty&lt;br /&gt;the sky was blue&lt;br /&gt;the wind was gentle&lt;br /&gt;the noise was soothing&lt;br /&gt;the mind was free&lt;br /&gt;the body was red&lt;br /&gt;the heart was steady&lt;br /&gt;the lungs were exhaled&lt;br /&gt;the victory was flawless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;South Beach was a lot more  pleasing and  relaxing the second time around...&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-1337878642603569558?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/1337878642603569558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=1337878642603569558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/1337878642603569558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/1337878642603569558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/03/six-people.html' title='Six People'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-9186311510809495142</id><published>2007-03-11T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T00:04:31.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace of Mind</title><content type='html'>I am taking a deep breath and holding it in for a couple of days . . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-9186311510809495142?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/9186311510809495142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=9186311510809495142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/9186311510809495142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/9186311510809495142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/03/peace-of-mind.html' title='Peace of Mind'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-6557288609094485954</id><published>2007-03-05T22:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T23:06:30.482-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There is a lot of shit on my mind right now, stuff that I would like to talk about, but I am not at liberty to do so.  Hopefully in the next two weeks or so things will fall into place and help me clear up my life up before the next birthday.  Frankly, I really don't care about the next birthday, I am more concerned about marking off several things off my to do list and relaxing a bit while I am it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The things that will keep me focused are the completion of my tough Finance MBA class and my West Coast trip. &lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is that might happen to me, I hope to come out of the experience a stronger person.  I appreciate the willingness of my close people to be there for me, but I must handle these matters on my own.  Mental perseverance and emotional intelligence are going to be key factors to my success. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-6557288609094485954?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/6557288609094485954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=6557288609094485954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/6557288609094485954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/6557288609094485954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/03/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-334833192210762409</id><published>2007-02-28T23:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:29:13.654-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not going to lie to you, but one of my biggest fears in life is death.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am sure there are plenty of people that fear death, but when I was in my early teens I thought I would never be one of them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Death has hit my family in the past when my grandfather died who was one of my life’s idols, and I came close to 3 near death experiences.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;All these events were very traumatic which I think caused me to fear death even more or at least think about it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I suppose it is a dormant fear because my mind is occupied with a million other things, but when it pops into my head it has through provoking impacts. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People say that death is easy because you no longer have to deal with life’s troubles since now you are in heaven or hell.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot believe that because my scientific background does not allow me to.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not believe in heaven or hell, I believe in the inevitable destruction of my mental and physical being.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Removal from society with nothing left but a rotted corpse and memories for the loved ones, without any physical resurrections occurring.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am afraid because my abilities to control the act of natural death are very limited.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I come across something that I cannot control and cannot find ways to control, it becomes somewhat fearful.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am afraid because I will not be able to see the next level of technology and the monumental human research and development that will take place after my death, although I have seen plenty already.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am afraid that I will not be there to witness my family go through numerous generations.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am afraid because I will not be there to see the human race continue the exploration of the universes.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am afraid because my awareness to sense and feel alive will be gone.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There are a lot of reasons and those are just a few major ones.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They say that one day the world will come to an end, or to put it in scientific terms, planet Earth will run out of natural resources to support the life of human species in the form they are today.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would not mind being there for that and dying because of that.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe it is selfish of me to say this, but if I die under those conditions then I will be dying at complete peace knowing that my death was really part of the big ENDING.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would be at rest because no one else is left alive to enjoy their state of being and that there was absolutely nothing left to live for.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;With all the dreams I have had in the past 25 years, never once did I die in them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Just once I want to dream that I died and come to my funeral as a guest.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be at my funeral to see who showed up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Family, friends, colleagues, acquaintances, enemies, girls I dated, people I pissed off, friends I lost, people that loved and hated me, teachers, bosses, strangers, and who ever else that cared enough.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I want to be there to capture their facial expressions and feelings.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once the funeral is over I want to see how the life of those people changed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am sure people will morn at first and then get over it after a while, but I want to be there to see it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will become just a memory, but who will the one who will bring up the remembrance of me throughout their own lives.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not ready to die and I do not know if I will ever be ready.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am sitting here stressing about life like work, friends, love, having kids, finances, getting married, having a successful life, surviving on my own, paying tickets and stupid fines, staying out of trouble, and dealing with just about everything else you can image, but in reality health is the most important thing in life both mental and physical and none of these other elements of life will ever matter when I am laying on my death bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The paradox is that in order for me to be happy on my death bed, I have to care about all these elements of life.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nowadays, I think that I am running out of time when I watch these young kids striking it big or becoming web billionaires as I like to call them.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So for now, I am going to enjoy life to the outmost capacity that I can in my current state and suck all the good out of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right now I am managing this particular fear pretty well by occupying myself with society.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am going to do my best and avoid death, but I am not sure if I can control the ultimate result of my demise, which is nature.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My hopes are that by the time I am old, science is so god damn advanced that I will be able to freeze my head and attach it to a new body and somehow regenerate my brain cells, but it is way to premature to have those hopes right now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Death is the last most meaningful event in anyone’s life, but not if they lived an easy and pointless life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-334833192210762409?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/334833192210762409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=334833192210762409' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/334833192210762409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/334833192210762409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/02/ultimate-ending.html' title='The Ultimate Ending'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-399041722004294609</id><published>2007-02-28T23:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T23:03:24.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The most significant event of 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was time for me to move out on my own and this being a great market for buyers, I decided to push the trigger and made my second major investment by purchasing a condo townhouse.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Getting a college degree was my first major investment, in case you were wondering.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is a very spacious place and I got a great deal on it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Currently I am doing a complete overhaul of the place, remodeling just about everything to my own taste and hoping that one day it will be my own little cozy pretty pimp palace where I can entertain family and friends and learn new things by living on my own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-399041722004294609?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/399041722004294609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=399041722004294609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/399041722004294609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/399041722004294609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/02/most-significant-event-of-2006.html' title='The most significant event of 2006'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-382009688538922855</id><published>2007-02-17T16:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T16:39:08.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva La Europa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was now fall which meant the weather was getting depressing, but I was getting ready for my 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; vacation of 2006, my 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; trip to &lt;st1:place&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; with my mom.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She loves &lt;st1:place&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; and since my dad hates to travel long term, I end up being her traveling buddy, which is totally cool with me because I am all about visiting other countries and experiencing their life styles.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I have to tell you that I was broke and tripped out and not going on this trip would have been a good financial relief for me, but I made a commitment earlier in the year to this so I had to stick with it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This time we were off to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Austria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Czech&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Republic&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Hungary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was almost a two week trip which is just enough, because then I start to miss the American lifestyle and freely speaking English.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s Saturday so I am little lazy about giving detailed information for my global endeavors so I am going to keep this one nice and short and just give you some highlights.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We flew through JFK which is a crazy airport and landed in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Czech&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Republic&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In both airports we saw several soldiers just walking around with nice AK47’s on their arms.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did not get harassed at the airport because of the clean shaven face, my flawless English and presentation skills when dealing with airport security.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The welcoming to &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Prague&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; was very warm-hearted.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had lots of opportunities to speak Russian in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Prague&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; because many people understood it, so it felt like the really old days.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We took several day tours of the city, did a lot of sight seeing, walking around, hanging out in cafés and restaurants, going to museums, visiting famous city locations, shopping and checking out the fancy souvenirs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We pretty did this in most of the cities&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Czech Republic is infamous for their glass so they had an unbelievable selection and of various extravagant of glass works all over the city.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We had a tour bus which took us around the city and from country to country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our next country was &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Austria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our feeling of &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Austria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; was that it was a little less warm welcoming than &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Czech   Republic&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Same type of activities took place.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The architecture of the city was very bold and with aggressive classical sculptures and monuments.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We got to visit Mozart’s home and went to a classical concert at the hall where he used to perform.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I bought a little souvenir violin with his autograph which plays some of his works, it was a unique souvenir so I had to have it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next country was &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Hungary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Budapest&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; at night was one of the best things about this part of the trip.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We took a boat ride on river &lt;st1:place&gt;Danube&lt;/st1:place&gt; which splits the city in two parts (common in some major cities in &lt;st1:place&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; – old ways of building cities) and the scenery was just breathtaking, with the whole city being lit up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Budapest&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; was our tour guide’s hometown so he was all nationalistic about every little thing and poked a little fun on the Americans about finding a McDonald’s to eat.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I let him slide on that comment because Europeans are clueless about &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; other than the negative propaganda they see on TV thanks to the fucking asshole president George W. Bush.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Another awesome part of the trip was driving through the &lt;st1:place&gt;Alps&lt;/st1:place&gt; when we were going to another country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We stopped for a couple of hours to enjoy nature’s magic creation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This one part we drove by had a huge lake and mountains on all of its sides with people lodging and being outdoors on the lake.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t even put it in words how relaxing it was just to hang out by the lake and breathe in the pure fresh air.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anyway, I had many trip pictures posted on the web back in the fall which will give you a better idea of how things went.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I did not do any crazy partying because it was early wakeup every morning and the day being filled with numerous activities, when night came I was so beat and just crashed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Overall, it was very thought provoking and pleasant experience and I got to spend quality time with my mom, even though we bickered back and forth at times because I can be a spoiled brat who missed his &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;US&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; luxuries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;So after that trip my official list of countries in &lt;st1:place&gt;Europe&lt;/st1:place&gt; is now&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;France&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Spain&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Portugal&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Hungary&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Czech&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Republic&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Austria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I thinking my next visit will be to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Italy&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, but that’s nowhere in the workings yet….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-382009688538922855?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/382009688538922855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=382009688538922855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/382009688538922855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/382009688538922855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/02/viva-la-europa.html' title='Viva La Europa'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-4976912093417924493</id><published>2007-02-11T23:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:25:02.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>South of the border</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Alright so after recovering from the so called baseball injury I was ready to fly down to the marvelous city of &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;South&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Beach&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was me and two of my friends just high rolling down in MIA, you know got the nice little A8 pulling in the underground garage on &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;st1:street&gt;&lt;st1:address&gt;5400 Collins Ave&lt;/st1:address&gt;&lt;/st1:Street&gt; (Millionaires’ Row).&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We rented a condo since it was more cost effective, this place was just unbelievable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The place was so big, it was cool just to sit back and chill at the condo and do some drinking and watching Entourage.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The beach, the pool, and the Jacuzzi were in the backyard of this high rise so it was just luxury at your feet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The weather was typical &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; humidity, at times it was pleasant outside, but sometimes it was disgustingly humid, so blasting the air conditioner in the car was must while keeping the windows open to for a fresh scent of the &lt;st1:place&gt;Atlantic Ocean&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course the ladies were looking really pretty 24-7.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The whole trip was just high energy and hustle filled with beaches, liquor, night clubs, music, restaurant, casino boats, shopping, fancy cars and feisty Latino ladies, and a serious lack of sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean the city can definitely come off a bit intimidating from standpoint that if you want to live the REAL South Beach life you better be on top of your game, whether your game is legal or illegal, it doesn’t matter as long as it brings in steady funding for the Cloud 9 lifestyle that you may choose to have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since I was only down there for a week I suppose I was willing to put the lack of riches in my life to the side and just enjoy the atmosphere and be smart baller on a budget&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I guess one thing that kind of bothered me more in relation to a culture shock, was that Spanish was pretty much the first language down there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean every where you go it’s just Latinos almost like you are in another country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was interesting for me to try to remember some Spanish from high school and talk it up.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I tired to tune out the Latino folks who pretty consumed the entire clerical and blue collar job market down there and concentrate on the finer things.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was nice to wake up and go to the ocean or look out the window and drool over multi million dollars homes covered with Spanish roofs, whose garages were docks housing lavish boats.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The scenery of the city was magnificent.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The real estate market is booming down there, there were ocean front high rises being built left and right.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Of course the huge night club scene down there resulted in ridiculous lines to some of these so called fancy clubs. &lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For the really upscale places, if you are not famous you needed to tip the door bouncer to just put you on a consideration waitlist, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? Or you needed to bring some girls along to even get in, or you had to buy a fancy ass bottle of bubbly.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pulling girls to get in the club wasn’t a problem, we just had to work some street magic like David Blaine, be vocal and entertain ourselves with female company in line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A lot of them were straight up gold-diggers, asking me if I will be paying for their entry fee and buying them a drink or tow. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Me being who I am, I just put on a circus by clowning them and sending them back to the end of the line.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Some girls were more down to earth and just wanted to have good time and the feeling was mutual.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was a lot of partying and crazy dancing, you might have caught some the pics that I posted online it was definitely intense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Honestly though, I don't know if I would move down there to live.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Obviously the cost of living is a lot higher so I would have to find a comparable job. It was just a way too humid, temperatures that my body was just refusing to deal with.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At times I got the feeling of alienation that I did not really belong there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;As warm as it was down there were times when it felt cold on the inside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When I first partied in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;, it felt like I was right at home, but &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;South&lt;/st1:PlaceName&gt;  &lt;st1:placetype&gt;Beach&lt;/st1:PlaceType&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; was different.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You need lots of cash and lots of pull to have a fancy life that is comparable to some of the rich locals.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is something that I already knew, but it was one of those things that you just need to go through in your life and say “ah yes I have been there and done that” and move on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Maybe one day I will be back there, who knows.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-4976912093417924493?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/4976912093417924493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=4976912093417924493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/4976912093417924493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/4976912093417924493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/02/south-of-border.html' title='South of the border'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-528824898357059799</id><published>2007-02-05T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T23:25:02.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;Back in July 2006, another significant event of the year took place. My friend and I were hosting our annual Indians/Downtown party at the Embassy Suites. You know how we do, multiple hotel rooms, multiple bottles of liquor, and multiple amounts of debauchery. We get up in the hotel and just chill, drinking and hanging out. I stayed back at the hotel with a few people just hanging and drinking, while some people took off to the game. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;We eventually made our way to the stadium. After a few innings or so I got up to stretch and then…!!! I somehow loose balance clapping or doing some sort of a cheer on those crazy suicidal seating rows and go tumbling 9 flights of bleachers. All I remember is seeing the blue sky and the bottom of the seats as my face and body was physically traumatized and abused by every seat on my way down, just putting dents all over my body. I would have kept falling, but there was a guy standing who played a key role in killing my momentum for all the good reasons in this world. After coming to a stop, I got up trying to observe the surroundings and assess the damage. I felt okay, but then felt blood gushing out of my bottom lip. As half the seating section was fully focused on my heroic fall, I made my way up to my original seats in hopes of watching the rest of the game. Unfortunately, the injury was a bit more serious than I thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Andrey, there is a hole in your lip !!! We are taking you to the Indians medical office. I kept insisting that I am way too pretty to mess my face up and that I am going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Hollywood&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; (you know I had to throw a little dramatic humor acting). I think I had them convinced to the point that they wanted me to go to the hospital to fix the mess. My dear friends and I caught a cab to the nearest hospital. We spent about 3 hours there or maybe more, things were kind of cloudy at time. They told me I had broken ribs and needed stitches on my face. I found out later that the ribs were only heavily bruised, happy to continue my 25 year streak with no broken bones. I ended up having 7 stitches on my bottom lip. Paul sat bedside while they were stitching me up and I kept flirting with the hot nurse. Meanwhile in the lobby, Katy, Craig, and Evan were recapping the dramatic experience with a humorous twist from my acting earlier. I honestly was in complete disbelief on what happened. It was complete bullshit, those fucking bleachers are dangerous. I just wanted to get back to game and felt really horrible that my friends were in the hospital instead of drinking and partying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;So we left the hospital around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;st1:time minute="0" hour="0"&gt;midnight&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:time&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;. I came back to the hotel room, hardly being able to walk from the pain in the ribs along with swollen lips and face. After chopping some stories and laughing back on the experience, I said it fuck it let’s go to a strip club, the night was still young. We caught a cab and went to a Diamond’s Men’s club (free passes) and drank some more beers, my good friend Craig was in town so I felt bad and wanted him to have some fun. The next day I was in severe pain which lasted for about two weeks or so primarily because of my ribs. I had to take antibiotics, painkillers, and use a breathing apparatus so that my lungs do not fill up with liquid. The pain killers were awesome and we had some fun times with them over some red wine and Entourage. They enabled me to sleep like 14 hours a night. For the next month, I took it easy to make sure that I was fully recovered before the big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;South&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; &lt;st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;Beach&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt; trip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;You know this was just another wild night out. The year before it was wild too, but no one got hurt. I would have to say that it was definitely a turning point on my heavy drinking experiences, but honestly it was just an unfortunate incident because I didn’t even drink that much, I hardly ate anything that day and it just sneaked up on me. I was very disappointed in myself on allowing this to happen to me and loosing control of the situation. That experience has helped me become more vigilant about drinking nowadays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;Of course, I try to extract positive elements out of every negative situation that happens to me. &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;I survived a near death experience which further goes to prove that I have angels watching over me and that this was just a minor disturbance to the ultimate reach of destiny. The whole time I was in high spirit because the people who really genuinely care about my well-being were there for mental and physical support, and could feel my pain while witnessing such a disturbing incident. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;font-family:times new roman;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;When people close to you feel your pain, they help you ease your own pain. They helped me smile and laugh it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-528824898357059799?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/528824898357059799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=528824898357059799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/528824898357059799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/528824898357059799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/02/ouch.html' title='Ouch'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-6230116577772651338</id><published>2007-01-28T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T00:46:59.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The second most significant event in 2006 was the celebration of my 25&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; birthday.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Typically, I am not really a big fan of my birthdays.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I usually stay low key and have a small get together with my family just out of the courtesy.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean let’s face it, you are just one year closer to your demise, how can that possibly be a celebrated and happy event, but you do feel special on this day and all the attention is on you so I can understand why people love it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;25 is a big one, quarter of a century!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had to do something.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I put the word out that I will be celebrating up in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Niagara Falls&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; for the entire weekend, hotel, liquor, and all the other fun stuff. It so happened that my birthday fell on Easter weekend, so a lot of people could not make it, which I understood.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My birthday and the holiday of Jesus on the same night! There was no way I was going to reschedule, it was monumental, and it was a sign that this year was going to be a turnaround year for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Out of the people that could make it, a very close circle of friends from &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Cleveland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; and my very close friend from &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Chicago&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; came up to &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Canada&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; to share the special moment with me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was disappointed about one other person who was supposed to show up, a close friend from high school, but he didn’t really care much for it so I had to get over it and enjoy myself regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended up driving up there in separate cars and stayed at the Embassy which is the best hotel out there because of the amazing views of the falls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got a bottle of Crisy and for the first time tasted the delicious bubbles that every rapper speaks off in their songs.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I remember we were advertising the shit out of it by taking pictures like we had stock in that bitch.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You know we just chilled all weekend, went out to eat, played some golf, hit up the bars, checked out the falls, hung out at the suite drinking and chopping shit up, walked around on Clifton Hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday my friends arranged a very nice surprise for me by getting reservations in the restaurant and turns on top of the tower that overlooks the falls.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can’t remember the name of it, but it was a pretty awesome experience.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I can actually say that there was no major drama that weekend as we all handled ourselves like civilized adults, compared to some of the other hotel parties that I have been part of, it was a definite delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way back home we watched family guy which made the time go by really fast.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I got home and had to drop my friend off back at the airport and then come home for the continuation of my birthday celebration with my family which was actually on Sunday the 16th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, it was a memorable experience because it was an intimate and modest celebration that included the best of the best out of my life’s relationships.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was happy that weekend, happy to be alive and thriving at age 25 with full support of my family and friends by my side.&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-6230116577772651338?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/6230116577772651338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=6230116577772651338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/6230116577772651338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/6230116577772651338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/01/big-25.html' title='The Big 25'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-7217554518850108345</id><published>2007-01-24T00:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T00:14:13.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am really overwhelmed with life right now, and just trying to find ways on how to deal with all the shit that's on my plate.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-7217554518850108345?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/7217554518850108345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=7217554518850108345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/7217554518850108345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/7217554518850108345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/01/stuff.html' title='Stuff'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-9005700484567301583</id><published>2007-01-17T00:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T00:27:39.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 Major Event #1 - Carnival Cruise</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I haven’t dedicated much time to the blog in the past couple of weeks because I have been tied up with remodeling my new place, but as promised I wanted to recap 2006, so here is the first significant event that happened in 2006.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My first official Carnival cruise, there is so much to write about it, but I am going to try to keep it short and sweet just like the way I like my girls, hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the summer of 2006 one my friends from work invited me to go on a cruise with his wife and her family.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have never been on a cruise before so it definitely sounded like a fun adventure and yet another thing to check off from my huge “Life’s To Do List”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We needed to have a group of four people, so a recklessly entertaining group of 4 cool people was automatically formed, Andrey, Katy, Paul and Calin.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Living in a small cabin and trying to get along for a week in itself was an interesting challenge and experience ahead of us.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were set to sail on &lt;st1:date year="2006" day="1" month="1"&gt;January 1, 2006&lt;/st1:date&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sometime in December there was some minor drama that took place in the tight friendship triangle that we run, and honestly I was up in the air about going and dealing with the shit for a week.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, I wasn’t going to let some minor static come in between a great possibility to bond and have fun together, so us being the mature adults that we are, we worked it out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We took off to &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placetype&gt;Ft.&lt;/st1:placetype&gt;  &lt;st1:placename&gt;Lauderdale&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; on New Year’s weekend.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were down there the whole weekend hanging out at the beach and the hot tubs, bike riding, going to bars and restaurants.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To cap it off we had an awesome New Year’s celebration in several of the night clubs right after a delicious Cajun dinner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;On Sunday we boarded the ship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And when we got close to it, the ship was just ridiculously immense.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was like a city on water.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was like how the hell did they build this thing?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The first couple of days were confusing and getting lost was not a hard task to accomplish.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Once I picked out my popular spots and studied the map, things got easier.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While at sea, I pretty much just chilled to my maximum capacity, by eating scrumptious and various breakfast, lunch and dinner dishes, laying out in the sun, gambling, getting massages, hitting up the gym, the sauna, the hot tubs, the steam room, drinking, watching Texas beat USC in the middle of the Atlantic ocean while sipping on a strawberry daiquiri, enjoying the gorgeous sunset and ocean views.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;There was no limit to the relaxation and the food we ate.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At night it was a bit creepy looking out in the ocean in the pitch dark, at times wondering what would happen if I jumped overboard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Our stops were in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bahamas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:place&gt;Grand Cayman&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and &lt;st1:place&gt;Montego Bay&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Bahamas&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; we laid out on the beach and played volleyball with the locals and tourists.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;st1:place&gt;Grand Cayman&lt;/st1:place&gt; I got to pet some sting rays while walking around in the middle of the ocean and hit the waves on a jet ski.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In &lt;st1:place&gt;Montego  Bay&lt;/st1:place&gt; I drank cheap beer, tore up the waves in a sick ass wave runner, and refrained from purchasing the numerous drugs that were offered to me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Montego Bay&lt;/st1:place&gt; was a bit dirty, but I still managed to have fun and bring back some fine Jamaican rum.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We also did some sight seeing and visited different shops on all of of our stops.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At night we committed gluttony to royal dinners with limitless appetizers, entrees, and deserts.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Then it was either of to disco, drinking, cigar lounging or just hanging out.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-indent: 0.5in;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Overall it was probably the most relaxing vacation I have ever had and was the first vacation where I went with my friends.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It was definitely an exciting experience living together in a small ass room, bonding on the ship, spending time together, and just enjoying ourselves with as little drama as possible.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Next time I will probably bring some walk talkies so it easier to find people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would definitely recommend a cruise as must for anyone who has never been on one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am hoping to go for another one in 2008. &lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-9005700484567301583?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/9005700484567301583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=9005700484567301583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/9005700484567301583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/9005700484567301583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/01/2006-major-event-1-carnival-cruise.html' title='2006 Major Event #1 - Carnival Cruise'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-1291515570351958009</id><published>2007-01-02T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T23:55:44.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year !</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;As you know it is my favorite holiday and celebration time of the year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To me it’s like your final chance of the year where you can really appreciate and reflect on all the good things that happened and commemorate all accomplishments that you and your loved ones had.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of course, don’t forget about the unfortunate things that happened and learn from them and realize that they didn’t kill you and that you will still get another chance in the New Year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I suppose for me 2006 was a mixture of awesome, good, decent, and bad, events, but overall I think it was a very fulfilling, learning, and maturing year filled with personal and business related achievements, situations, and lessons which helped me grow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To give you more insight about them, I will probably dedicate the next several blogs to the most significant events of 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep my celebrations filled with variety&lt;br /&gt;2004 - Family parties&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Spy Bar Cleveland&lt;br /&gt;2006 - Ft. Lauderdale FL&lt;br /&gt;2007 - A sick party over Paul's new house.  We had a damn good time, the whole weekend was just delic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that the second half of 2006 made 2007 probably one of the most long-awaited years that I have had in a while.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And no I do not have any bullshit New Year’s resolutions; nevertheless it should be a very interesting year.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It will be a year where I finally move out into my new home, a year at the end of which I will almost be done with my second degree, a year in which certain people might not play a major role in my life anymore, a year where new people might become part of my life, a year where more aggressive and strategic career decisions will have to be made, and of course I have to save room for surprises, oh and the new Sopranos, Weeds, 24, Entourage, and NipTuck, can’t forget the shows that keep me going.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You probably received a drunk phone from me wishing you all the best in 2007, and if you didn’t it’s probably because my cell phone battery couldn’t handle any more congratulations, so if I missed you, HAPPY NEW YEAR !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-1291515570351958009?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/1291515570351958009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=1291515570351958009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/1291515570351958009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/1291515570351958009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year !'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-9068757752008306089</id><published>2006-12-25T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T22:05:05.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has been a really long time since I experienced a snow free Christmas in &lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Cleveland&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; and for that matter snow free December.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We are so used to snow, that it was kind of weird having a Christmas tree, but no snow outside.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was all pumped, I got my new skis, but there is no snow.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Overall, Christmas was calm, some good quality time laughter and sharing &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;stories with family over several rich dinners filled with fine gourmet Armenian and Russian cooking, gotta love it!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I also got to work on my new place for the past couple of days doing complete remodeling, kind of like what you see on the house make over show on Channel 5.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I enjoyed it and looking forward to more of it because I am actually investing time for my own well being.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Well Christmas is almost over and I leave you with a poem that I wrote like in 8&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; grade to help us remember what a true winter is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Magical Winter&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When white winter comes, nature falls asleep,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The ground is resting under the snow that is deep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The trees are like mirrors that give out a sparkling glow,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Falling down are fluffy flakes that are known as snow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Like a flute, is the whistling of the chilly breeze,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;Tiny drops of water begin to freeze.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;A like a little baby, a bear is sucking on his thumb,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;If I come outside my fingers become numb.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;As I touch the sleek and clear surface of the lake,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;The water wakes up and it starts to shake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;People say that winter is like a lady who is mean,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;I just sit and stare at the most breathtaking seen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-9068757752008306089?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/9068757752008306089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=9068757752008306089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/9068757752008306089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/9068757752008306089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-804879558394682390</id><published>2006-12-17T01:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T01:43:24.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too rich for their own good</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In light of the latest NBA fight that took place during the Knicks-Denver game, I need to blow some steam off.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean this is fucking ridiculous! These god damn street thugs are getting paid millions of dollars to pretty much do what they would do for free playing some street basketball, but they still do not know how to act for 1 hour of basketball and cherish this great opportunity that they were given to have the world at their feet.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Was the &lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Indiana&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; game not a lesson or what?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I understand that it was pretty much a sealed victory for Denver and that their starters did not necessarily have to be in the game, but that absolutely gives no right for Marty Collins to throat grab J.R. Smith as he was going up for a lay-up to start the whole street hustle fight. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That is just dirty play and completely unacceptable.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nate Robinson said, “They just wanted to embarrass us”, well Nate it is really not that hard, you have a ridiculously overpaid team full of talented guards who do not know what to do with the ball other than shoot it and your record is 9-17, all that makes it hard not be embarrassing.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, that’s a whole other story that I do no want to get into because the Knicks upper management is a bunch of fucking morons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Hey guys, wake the fuck up it might have worked with the Yankees, doesn’t mean it will work in basketball.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back to the fight, I mean what the fuck, I would love to punch some people at work because they get on my nerves or because they do some shady shit or because they are just plain ignorant and stupid, but you know what would happen if I did that?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I would get fired and then get sued by that person or the company, will be forced to pay their bills and end up going to jail for battery and assault.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You know what is going to happen to these street thugs, they will get 10-20 games suspension max, a slap on the wrist fine, and boom they are back in the game making millions of dollars like nothing happened.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s like when they get these assholes in the league they need to put them through a basketball court etiquette 101 class.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Here is what you do in a street court game and he is how you act as a professional player in a world wide respected league GET IT MORON???.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I mean honestly if I was David Stern I would suspend the main guys who caused all this and players who threw punches for at least half the season without pay and request that several millions of dollars will be donated to charity from each player.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;THOSE IDIOTS DESERVE IT !&lt;br /&gt;This type if behavior is utterly outrageous and a 0 tolerance policy should be exercised at all times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am sure most of you would agree with my frustration and how these players just do not deserve to be in this league because they do not know how to act and devalue the image of players like Lebron, Wade and Nash because everyone is in the same league and they have to put up with ignorant and immature street players.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On a side note:&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of overpaid useless players in the league, but here are the top 5 in my opinion:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Chris Webber&lt;span style=""&gt;               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; 76ers&lt;span style=""&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;$20,718,750&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Michael Finley&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;San   Antonio&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; Spurs&lt;span style=""&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;$19,030,999&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stephon Marbury &lt;span style=""&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:state&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;New   York&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:State&gt; Knicks &lt;span style=""&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;$17,184,375&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Grant Hill &lt;span style=""&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Orlando&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; Magic&lt;span style=""&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;$16,901,500&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Eddie Jones &lt;span style=""&gt;                 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Memphis&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt; Grizzlies &lt;span style=""&gt;                    &lt;/span&gt;$15,697,500&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In case you missed some of the fights in the past, here is a quick recap:&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orzYlV330Os"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orzYlV330Os"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=orzYlV330Os&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-804879558394682390?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/804879558394682390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=804879558394682390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/804879558394682390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/804879558394682390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2006/12/too-rich-for-their-own-good_6777.html' title='Too rich for their own good'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2745843437387223930.post-2090896107364842158</id><published>2006-12-10T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T23:13:00.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So I guess the appropriate thing to do for my first official entry is to give you a little introduction about myself and why I am doing this.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am not going to get into a lot details about myself like what are my favorite movies and colors because that is what &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt; is for, which by the way I no longer have.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have nothing against &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MySpace&lt;/span&gt;, the guy is a genius for turning a profit over some lame HTML, it’s just the whole top friends, stupid surveys, and comments, lack of desire for &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maintenance&lt;/span&gt;, played out for me really fast and its more for high schoolers anyway.&lt;span style=""&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I suppose that most people who will be reading this already know me, and as for the ones who do not know me, well they will just have to paint a mental picture of who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I am doing this? it is something new for me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel that a lot of times I have things on my mind and I want to share my thoughts and opinions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was always better at communicating my thoughts on paper, so I figured this will be a good venue.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I am open to constructive criticism and honestly do not really care if anyone even reads this, all I know is that it will be place for me to share my life maybe with someone who I do not get a chance to talk to a lot, a place where I vent and defuse, or a place where you can read some entertaining material on my rants about life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will try to be diligent about throwing entries out on weekly basis just about anything.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;For example, one day I might talk about how President Bush is a fucking moron and another day I will talk about how Rap and Hip Hop music has gone down the shit hole or I might talk about how things went down at the VIP lounge at Tiffany’s.  My writing style will be more or less informal, almost as if I was carrying a conversation, but at the same time you might see elements of a formal argument or an essay.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My favorite word is cool, and even though the douche bag counselors told us not to use it in corporate &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;America&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;... well maybe one day I will stop using it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; since 1992, grew up in &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;Cleveland&lt;/st1:city&gt; &lt;st1:state&gt;Ohio&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I came here as a political refugee seeking survival grounds from the heartless beasts a.k.a. Muslims that forced my family out of my own country by committing genocide to all the Armenians in &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Azerbaijan&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Life was tough for me and my family for the several years after arrival.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We were poor and strangers to the lifestyle of this new country.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Through the rough times, we all stayed strong and supported each other and built a circle of friends in the Armenian community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One love to my dad and my mom for giving up everything they had back home to give me a chance to make it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, some people might see me as an outlandish, spoiled, and flamboyant spender, but that is because I came here with 2 things, one in my hand and one in my mind, a suitcase and a dream. The hard work made the taste of early success that much sweeter.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will always be grateful for the opportunity &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;U.S.&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; has given me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fell in love with hip hop primarily with the beats and the style as soon as I got here and grew up listening to Dre, Snoop, 2&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Pac&lt;/span&gt;, and other major players in the game.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have seen people’s careers rise and fall.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Back then West Coast rap was the Beatles of Hip Hop.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I appreciated the lyrics because at the time I related to them on some levels.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, production is what really just stimulated my mind, because no matter how good the lyrics were the song was not right with a crappy melody.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;One way to describe me back in high school and maybe even in college is that I was a hip nerd, you know I got my shit done, but I also knew how to allocate time to party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Junior year of high school at 17, I hit the club scene and recently stepped away from it on a hard core level this summer at 25, reaching the climax at the ages of 21-22.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I met a lot of interesting people and shared many stories from numerous crazy fun nights.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I cannot even remember all of them, but it was a wild ride, and I would relive it any day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up going to Case for four years majoring in Computer Science.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;People might say that it is a party school and you are right it was not a party school compared to &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;OSU&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;OU&lt;/span&gt;, but that was okay with me because I did not go there to party.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nevertheless, I had a fair share of fun and wild nights while maintaining a straight head and getting a few good friends out of the deal.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I knew that my true party would start when I would see a nice direct deposit in my account from the code I would write for a company one day in four years. I was on a mission and nothing would stop me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;At the time Computer Science was a hot item and I was pretty good at it and was always messing around with computers since sixth grade, so I figured I will give it a shot and see where it takes me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Ironically, I just got off dial up about a year ago, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To my surprise after a couple of years I found it a bit boring.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I had no problem with the challenges, but I really just did not care about code that much in order to motivate myself to create really cool and outlandish programs or stay competitive with the &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;uber&lt;/span&gt; nerds to land a job at Microsoft.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Nevertheless, I did the assignments and aimed for an A or B to maintain competitive status and my scholarship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In the process I started to enjoy having leadership roles, doing designs, requirements, and vision documents for our projects, rather than the monkey code stuff.&lt;span style=""&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;I felt that I wasted several years and that when I graduate I will be doing nothing but coding and eventually would get tired of it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was at the crossroads of my early young adulthood and wanted to switch majors, but I am not a quitter so I stuck with it and figured that it is a good start to my professional career.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Since IT was the future, I felt that I can always leverage it to help me find my true passion or hidden talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am 3.5 years after college still involved with IT.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I have been working at an insurance company for a bit over 3 years now.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And yes, I still code, but there have been some many other things I have been exposed to over the past 3 years that I am pretty happy with the success and experience that I have had.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Quite frankly, the first two years at this job I partied harder than I did in college.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Professional grade money changes your party style and habits.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Technically I have only worked on one team, but was fortunate enough to witness 3 different stages of this team as it changed its personnel and dynamic over the years.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I worked with very smart, cool, diverse, and even some incompetent people.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was put in an environment which helped me develop on different levels, but at the same time nourish the qualities which I did not want to change like being a very outgoing and fun person to be around.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You know I joke around a lot at work, and actually I used to be a lot sillier, but matured a bit.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;And there are still some people who might not take me seriously, all I have to say to those people is that the bottom line is that I am very persistent and meticulous on all of my responsibilities and that is one thing that no one will ever be able to challenge me on.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It is another life in that office and you have to make sure you enjoy it otherwise you will be miserable and angry all the time.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In summary, coming out of college I would not take back any of the experiences that I had at this company.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Right now I am studying for my Master in Business and hoping to have most of the program completed by the end of 2008.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I take it easy on the classes for two reasons, limited tuition funding and maintaining a healthy balance of other important elements of my life.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Looking forward to 2008 on where it takes me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose this is a bit more than I wanted to write, but in reality this was nothing, I left out so many details which I am sure I will use as references to my future entries.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I do not want to spill all the excitement in the life of an application developer, but you’ll be surprised… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2745843437387223930-2090896107364842158?l=truthful-flavor.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/feeds/2090896107364842158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2745843437387223930&amp;postID=2090896107364842158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/2090896107364842158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2745843437387223930/posts/default/2090896107364842158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://truthful-flavor.blogspot.com/2006/12/25.html' title='25'/><author><name>Batman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02961293942127206915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
