<?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-6796481139210205613</id><updated>2011-07-30T16:57:45.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Will rap for food</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>format</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07888291763074610191</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>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796481139210205613.post-8602697890476910157</id><published>2009-04-15T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T19:03:24.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friend or foe</title><content type='html'>It's ridiculous. You people are fail. Ask somebody what a friend is, anybody at all. If you did, you'd realize that just because a friend is a douche-bag for a moment, doesn't mean that they're always a major fag. You cut friendships off so abruptly, with no room for explanation. Good friends my cock, I bet if I pissed you off with some trivial matter, you'd be talking shit about me with you other "good" friends. When you make a good friend, you accept their negatives and their positives; not all people can be perfect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796481139210205613-8602697890476910157?l=willrapforfood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/feeds/8602697890476910157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796481139210205613&amp;postID=8602697890476910157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default/8602697890476910157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default/8602697890476910157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/2009/04/friend-or-foe.html' title='Friend or foe'/><author><name>format</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07888291763074610191</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-6796481139210205613.post-1977082042965051687</id><published>2009-03-31T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T19:16:28.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Under the hood</title><content type='html'>I've been blessed by the hip-hop gods. Enjoy the low key beats and inspirational lyrics. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Th6aWmaDEI4/SdLMf2UV6pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X07pDHwb-lw/s1600-h/calm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Th6aWmaDEI4/SdLMf2UV6pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X07pDHwb-lw/s320/calm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319538957406825106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Anger Of The Earth&lt;br /&gt;2 Spiritual Home&lt;br /&gt;3 One Fist Feat. Pismo&lt;br /&gt;4 Elemental Music Feat. Melodee&lt;br /&gt;5 Geishas In The Days Feat. Pismo&lt;br /&gt;6 Force For Truth&lt;br /&gt;7 Diaphanous Air&lt;br /&gt;8 Hi, Mom! ~A Prayer For World Peace~ Feat. Abstract Rude&lt;br /&gt;9 If I Was Peace Feat. Fat Jon&lt;br /&gt;10 Ultimate Eternity&lt;br /&gt;11 Blessing Dance&lt;br /&gt;12 1st Commandment Is...&lt;br /&gt;13 Time Of Reflect&lt;br /&gt;14 Sanctuary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/162913172/Nomak_-_Calm.rar"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Th6aWmaDEI4/SdLMf3lIX_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/YgfCMZMNE84/s1600-h/recalm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Th6aWmaDEI4/SdLMf3lIX_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/YgfCMZMNE84/s320/recalm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319538957745676274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Recalm Intro&lt;br /&gt;2 Sanctuary (Elefante Mecanico Remix)&lt;br /&gt;3 Radiant Feat. Melodee&lt;br /&gt;4 Onepeace Feat. Aaron Phiri (Dj Deckstream Remix)&lt;br /&gt;5 Geishas In The Days Feat. Pismo (Shin-Ski Remix)&lt;br /&gt;6 Elemental Music Feat.Melodee (Dela Remix)&lt;br /&gt;7 Hi,Mom! Feat. Abstract Rude (Kero One Remix)&lt;br /&gt;8 Blessing Dance Feat. Abstract Rude&lt;br /&gt;9 1st Commandment Is...Feat. Aaron Phiri (Lark Chillout Mix)&lt;br /&gt;10 One Fist Feat. Pismo (Iman Remix)&lt;br /&gt;11 If I Was Peace Feat.Fat Jon (I.N.T Remix)&lt;br /&gt;12 Time Of Reflect Feat.Tor (Embee Remix)&lt;br /&gt;13 Spiritual Home (Feet Remix)&lt;br /&gt;14 Recalm Outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/162912909/Noma-R_calm_2008_-NIRO.rar"&gt;Download&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796481139210205613-1977082042965051687?l=willrapforfood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/feeds/1977082042965051687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796481139210205613&amp;postID=1977082042965051687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default/1977082042965051687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default/1977082042965051687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/2009/03/under-hood.html' title='Under the hood'/><author><name>format</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07888291763074610191</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Th6aWmaDEI4/SdLMf2UV6pI/AAAAAAAAAAM/X07pDHwb-lw/s72-c/calm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6796481139210205613.post-5029356558567855547</id><published>2009-01-13T20:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:58:28.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue school jazz?</title><content type='html'>It's been a while, not gonna lie. Seriously not as dedicated to this as I hoped, but it's here if I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right, current events, and probably the only thing I'm going to blog about today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No IB for me. Nope, not even partial IB. How the hell did I not get into partial IB? This question has been asked countless times, and all I can do is shrug. At first, I was happy. I was overjoyed that I wouldn't have to go through the intense program. It was useless! No university gives a rat's ass about partial IB! But then, after a moment of contemplation, I felt sad. I felt stupid. I felt dumb. I'd always though that I would get in, that getting in was the least of my problems! This was followed by mild depression, not serious, just really down. I felt so stupid, so shitty compared to everybody else. I was also crushed by what my parent's would say, I felt obligated to get into IB so that I could get a good job so that I could support them. I realize that can be achieved through the regular stream, but it still leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Not much time to think about anything else, with exams and trying to get a decent report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been thinking about career choices...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe an optometrist? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796481139210205613-5029356558567855547?l=willrapforfood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/feeds/5029356558567855547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796481139210205613&amp;postID=5029356558567855547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default/5029356558567855547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default/5029356558567855547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/2009/01/blue-school-jazz.html' title='Blue school jazz?'/><author><name>format</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07888291763074610191</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-6796481139210205613.post-3700812600327467525</id><published>2008-10-09T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:17:14.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Money money money.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Why is money so powerful? How come the influence of these wads of paper that burn and rip as easily as anything else, have so much control over what we do and how we want to do things? Tons of people say that love is more important then money, that you can survive off love, what bull shit. Nobody can go to wal-mart and buy clothes or food with love, you can't be like, "If you give me that loaf of whole wheat multi grain bread, I'll give you some of my love, 'cause y'know, I got lots to give."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Everything is tested when money problems arise, people act as if they were under some spell when trying to get their money. It's exceptionally depressing to know that my parents, my grand parents, and so on, have worked them selves to their own damn graves in search of more money. It's not the idea of getting more money that I am obsessed with, it's the idea that because of wads of paper, imprinted with cold hard faces of people we never knew and never will know, men die, women die, people are enslaved and entire nations slaughtered. The world is ruined because of money, there is absolutely undeniable proof that we can run vehicles and the like with zero emissions, but not enough money is going into the research. Major industries would rather ride the oil and gas train to the very brink of destruction, then to see their company lose its business because of some stupid hydrogen fuel cell shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And probably the worst part of all this is that although my views on money and how it affects people is certainly set in stone, I will continue on using money. When I have no money, I will work for it and I will continue to spend. I will continue to feed the never-ending, never satisfied chain that we call the market. I have no choice, anybody that wishes to survive has no choice. You are nothing without money, nothing can be done without money, nothing can be achieved without money; money money money money money money money money.&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/6796481139210205613-3700812600327467525?l=willrapforfood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/feeds/3700812600327467525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796481139210205613&amp;postID=3700812600327467525' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default/3700812600327467525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default/3700812600327467525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/2008/10/money-money-money.html' title='Money money money.....'/><author><name>format</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07888291763074610191</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-6796481139210205613.post-8302044953894642139</id><published>2008-09-28T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T20:27:53.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'cause the beat plus the melody makes me speak of l.o.v.e. eloquently, so evidently</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,Times,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Lovesick like a dog with canine sensitivity&lt;br /&gt;       developing this new theory of relativity&lt;br /&gt;       connecting our souls resting in captivity,&lt;br /&gt;       positive life sacrifice what it is to me&lt;br /&gt;       our history, only a quarter of a century&lt;br /&gt;       reality, sitting on the shoulders of our chemistry&lt;br /&gt;       see ain't no mystery, the colours that we mix will set the mind free,&lt;br /&gt;       let the blind see beyond harmony!&lt;br /&gt;       breathe life into dead space blow away all clouds of doubt&lt;br /&gt;       new territory we determine to be&lt;br /&gt;       everything a safe haven is supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;       now it might seem distant but the time is near&lt;br /&gt;       when our thoughts take off and split the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;       pure sound waves travel semi-infinitely,&lt;br /&gt;       plus I'll see you there utmost definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman, Times, serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        good gracious, every process has a genesis and ends with a revelation&lt;br /&gt;        god bless this opportunity for me to find a voice&lt;br /&gt;        for some words that have waited for way too long&lt;br /&gt;        low wages, small tips on the avenue&lt;br /&gt;        never wasted, all hits for a revenue&lt;br /&gt;        haven't you heard the news lately?&lt;br /&gt;        seems we've been living for sometimes in a purgatory&lt;br /&gt;        but yo, I thought I knew what a love song sound like&lt;br /&gt;        but I felt a warmer tune in the sunlight&lt;br /&gt;        I could still hear it in the room past midnite,&lt;br /&gt;        gotta move, take a solo cruise in the moon light&lt;br /&gt;        sometimes I do forget , oh how much we could ease the lives we lead&lt;br /&gt;        if we learn to let go, the reins that we hold&lt;br /&gt;        return to our souls, and the spirit let flow&lt;br /&gt;        so you see, upon everyday faced there's a million shades to express definition          of grace&lt;br /&gt;        but the method I choose my prerogative,&lt;br /&gt;        there's so much love in me I got to give!&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/6796481139210205613-8302044953894642139?l=willrapforfood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/feeds/8302044953894642139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796481139210205613&amp;postID=8302044953894642139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default/8302044953894642139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default/8302044953894642139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/2008/09/rokkasho.html' title='&apos;cause the beat plus the melody makes me speak of l.o.v.e. eloquently, so evidently'/><author><name>format</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07888291763074610191</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-6796481139210205613.post-7539615472106410143</id><published>2008-09-22T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:47:01.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PgDn</title><content type='html'>Bless your ears and download Modal Soul. Nujabes along with Shing02 (my hero), and a few other artists, excellent beats that have a somewhat homemade feel to them. Mellow out, enjoy the meaningful lyrics. If you're interested, send me an email and I'll gladly send you some more of Shing02's music. craziemofo_52@hotmail.com (excuse the stupidity of the email address, made it when I was only eight years of age). &lt;a href="http://www.megaupload.com/?d=gikvpie4"&gt;http://www.megaupload.com/?d=gikvpie4&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, somebody help me answer this question, people say that there's a difference between free will and fate. If you look at as I look at it, there is no such thing as free will because fate is ultimately controlled by a higher power. So with this in mind, how could one possibly tell the difference? How could you distinguish the two when free will is just part of fate? Of course, this only applies from how I look at it. I don't actually believe in fate, nor do I believe in free will, it's simply one of those things that you can lose yourself in, an endless enigma, so I do my self a favor and live life as it comes. But still, opinions appreciated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796481139210205613-7539615472106410143?l=willrapforfood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/feeds/7539615472106410143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796481139210205613&amp;postID=7539615472106410143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default/7539615472106410143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default/7539615472106410143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/2008/09/pgdn.html' title='PgDn'/><author><name>format</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07888291763074610191</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-6796481139210205613.post-6475668932897523606</id><published>2008-09-18T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T19:03:22.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>Does anybody else find it odd...That once you get a job, it's best to create a good relationship with your boss, that being the best employee that you possibly can, will get you a place in your boss's "employee of the month" list. This is generally something that all workers do, suck up, make boss like you, get promotions. But what if your boss is really nice to you, pays for your lunch daily, lets u set your own due dates, is flexible with leaving and coming to work. But this particular boss doesn't pay you very much, actually, he/she pays lower then every other employer out there. So you get a job opportunity elsewhere that will definitely pay more, not significantly more, maybe enough for you to finally afford that new TV. You won't get all the positives at your current job, it's strictly 9-5, 1 hr lunch, and your boss is a real faggot. What would you do? Hell, you've made good relations with your current boss, you guys are real chumps, but then another job comes a long and offers something slightly better, salary wise...What to do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796481139210205613-6475668932897523606?l=willrapforfood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/feeds/6475668932897523606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796481139210205613&amp;postID=6475668932897523606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default/6475668932897523606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default/6475668932897523606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/2008/09/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>format</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07888291763074610191</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-6796481139210205613.post-7142619364967935941</id><published>2008-09-17T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:52:33.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sky</title><content type='html'>First post ever, I guess it's time to conform and become a blogger. It's difficult coming up with ideas to blog about when you actually have to think about them. Anyways, in the spirit of taking away this blogs' virginity, I'll start by complaining. I complain a lot, I'll do some foreshadowing, "There will be bitching" and to all those who read this, be prepared to deal with a 14 year old's adolescent troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christ, where do all the eating utensils in my house go? I tried looking for a fork and couldn't find a single one. I mean, we by forks and spoons and knives, I know we do 'cause I wash them. But when we need to use 'em, they're non-existent. Same goes for my socks, I put a pair of socks in the bin of dirty clothes and that's the last I see of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, high school's a bitch, not even in IB yet and I've got a mountain of homework. I've failed (Asian fail) all my tests and epic white person failed an essay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...This feels good, I have a feeling this blog will become one my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Forgot to mention, to all those hip-hop heads, Check out &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/137703441/nass.rar"&gt;Nas's new album&lt;/a&gt;, originally named&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nigger,&lt;/span&gt; but now has been watered down to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Untitled. &lt;/span&gt;Go download this album right now, better yet, go buy it, support Nas! Album is sick, beats are above average, message to everybody is touching and personal, and lyrically, Nas does not dissapoint. Do your selves a favor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6796481139210205613-7142619364967935941?l=willrapforfood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/feeds/7142619364967935941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6796481139210205613&amp;postID=7142619364967935941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default/7142619364967935941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6796481139210205613/posts/default/7142619364967935941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willrapforfood.blogspot.com/2008/09/sky.html' title='Sky'/><author><name>format</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07888291763074610191</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></feed>
