<?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-7531304664207771016</id><updated>2012-01-30T22:54:44.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I used to B.L.O.G.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>281</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-410755834120623908</id><published>2012-01-26T02:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T02:20:58.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes 12 "Thug Life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Being a Thug is defined BUT mistaken as a person who is a criminal, violent, disruptive and a dead end civilization in society.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Thug Life. Thug life is the opposite of having everything you need to be successful. Thug Life is becoming successful without having anything at all. From dead broke, to stinkin' rich. Bottom, to Top. The Thug in a person is their pride. When you have nothing at all, not a dollar to your name, ratty clothes, jobless. The thug in you, the pride in you is going to hold your chin up high and spark something in you to better yourself. It's optimism. It's positivity. It's confidence. Thug Life. - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-410755834120623908?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/410755834120623908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=410755834120623908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/410755834120623908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/410755834120623908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2012/01/notes-12-thug-life.html' title='Notes 12 &quot;Thug Life&quot;'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-4524085739418146725</id><published>2012-01-15T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T01:55:48.738-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes 11 "Simple Life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZI__KSS_V_0/TxKiOCYIW7I/AAAAAAAAAz8/-2aIPcqC1FQ/s1600/gardenbike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZI__KSS_V_0/TxKiOCYIW7I/AAAAAAAAAz8/-2aIPcqC1FQ/s400/gardenbike.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;"There's an app for that", "I got this new app. How many times do you hear that or anything similar to that these days. I'm guilty of saying these things, I own a macbook, an iPad and an iPhone. I'm always got my face on the screen scrolling through the App store. As much as I follow the growth of technology and buy all the new gadgets I prefer to live, simply. The word "simple" has been redefined from being "plain", now presently defined as.. "easy". Simple living was just having bare essentials. Now it's about having the essential apps. The world is saying that writing and mailing a letter is too long, too SLOW. Even emailing isn't as relevant as it was 10 years ago.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I'm worried that though future generations are getting smarter, they might just be getting lazier. Because not everything is at the click of a button. There is no app for doing your chores. And real friendships don't happen through computer screens and social networking sites. Life is simple, if you're just thankful to simply live. - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-4524085739418146725?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4524085739418146725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=4524085739418146725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4524085739418146725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4524085739418146725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2012/01/notes-11-simple-life.html' title='Notes 11 &quot;Simple Life&quot;'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZI__KSS_V_0/TxKiOCYIW7I/AAAAAAAAAz8/-2aIPcqC1FQ/s72-c/gardenbike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-759010399064880950</id><published>2012-01-03T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T03:27:13.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes 10 "No going back"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;It's a bittersweet feeling when you leave a part of your life behind and come back to it and find it out it's still the same. More bitter than sweet actually. Because as much as it's sweet to go back, I know I can't stay, because if they don't grow, then neither will I. And what's life without growth? - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-759010399064880950?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/759010399064880950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=759010399064880950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/759010399064880950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/759010399064880950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2012/01/notes-10-no-going-back.html' title='Notes 10 &quot;No going back&quot;'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-8059135553152174197</id><published>2011-12-31T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T18:52:49.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;So, today, is not only New Years Eve but also caps off my 21st consecutive day of work. Last new years I was alone in my room half asleep. While my entire family downstairs was cheering and blowing horns. ha. This year I get to join my girlfriends family for their festivities. 2011 was a good year. And it picked up at in the final months. After a year or so lost in dead end jobs, scraping every penny off the ground, hustling my photography.. I finally found a good spot to settle in. Two amazing jobs. Two even more amazing parents. One big amazing family. Amazing girlfriend. Amazing God. I don't think I could have asked for any more in the past year. I don't think I could ask for anymore for the future, but for it to continue being amazing. It's going to be a bigger year in 2012. Got a lot of plans and projects to share with everyone. Happy New Years. - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-8059135553152174197?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8059135553152174197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=8059135553152174197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8059135553152174197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8059135553152174197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/12/new-years-eve.html' title='New Years Eve'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-4626660790512761425</id><published>2011-12-21T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T21:25:16.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes 9 "In the year 2010"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;In the year 2010, I blogged 115 posts. This year I blogged.. 65 and still counting. Last year at this time I told my friend Due that I wanted to double my posts for 2011. Well, unless I want to keep punching out blogs for the next 10 days, I'd be well on my way. But after reading almost all of my blog posts from the past year, I feel really happy about writing a lot less. My blogs from past years were almost all about love, and heartbreak and relationships and blah blah. Not saying that they weren't good. My feelings have changed when writing about the one I love. You know that phrase "This is an A and B conversation, so you can C your way out of it". That's how I thought about writing about, well, my love. I feel like when you let that 'C' into your conversation, or in a part of your life that only requires that 'A' and 'B', thats when it goes 'D'. D stands for "Down". And goes Down to 'E'. Which stands for "End". That may be why celebrities have struggles with holding onto marriages. Because the whole world knows about all their business. Which is why I had stopped directly blogging and talking about my relationship with my lady. No one needs to know the business of you and your partner in love but you and that person. And God. I have no emotion to write about my relationship but happiness. And, me blogging about how happy I am isn't very useful. ha. Anyway, moral of the story... You don't need anyones help, to figure out your relationship. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-4626660790512761425?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4626660790512761425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=4626660790512761425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4626660790512761425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4626660790512761425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/12/notes-9-in-year-2010.html' title='Notes 9 &quot;In the year 2010&quot;'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-6891842296828802346</id><published>2011-12-20T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T23:47:02.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes 8 "Why I want to become famous"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;If I say something, no one listens, maybe one or two. Jay-Z says something, everyone listens, everyone acts. Everyone is influenced.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Regular people can be of great influence to others as well. But I also want to reach the masses. - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-6891842296828802346?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6891842296828802346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=6891842296828802346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6891842296828802346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6891842296828802346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/12/notes-8-why-i-want-to-become-famous.html' title='Notes 8 &quot;Why I want to become famous&quot;'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-3176104464998527066</id><published>2011-12-14T00:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T00:26:29.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes 7 "Conversations"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;I had some really inspiring and motivating conversations today.. this is how I'll sum them both up...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;For your ambitions and your goals to be absolutely satisfied, you must love apart from them. We can't just seek success to obtain material wealth. Our goals can't just be seeking financial stability. We must live, we must love deeper than that. People will see right through you. People will not see YOU. They will see wealth, money, personal success above the person you are. My father said something to me a couple weeks ago, he said, "Be thankful that we live in a country where a man isn't defined by his financial status and job title. We are judged by our character. A man who collects garbage will still own the same amount of respect as a CEO, because of the kind of PERSON he is".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;We must love apart from ourselves. Our person goals. Do it for your family. Do it for the people that are starving in other countries. You must be out of your mind if you want to be a millionaire and live in your downtown suite or lofty mansion and not think that there are people out there who don't have homes, don't have shacks, don't have pants, don't have underwear, don't have shoes, don't have clean water etc. That's what I mean when I say love apart from ourselves. There's no reason we should have something if we're not willing to share it. We all have the power to change the world, change someones life at any level. Now if you've ever wished to have superpowers, or to be a super hero.. well, here's your chance. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Thank you, Jermi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Thank you, Alyssa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish both of you the best of life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-3176104464998527066?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3176104464998527066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=3176104464998527066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3176104464998527066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3176104464998527066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/12/notes-7-conversations.html' title='Notes 7 &quot;Conversations&quot;'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-573196191548048536</id><published>2011-12-11T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:27:35.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes 6, Count your blessings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;People will always want something more, even if what they have is all they need. Unfortunately, it's how we work. I'm sure at one time or another you've asked yourself, why you couldn't be good at something, or have this and that. Some of my friends got brand new expensive cars when they graduated high school and I used to say, man, why couldn't I get a beamer or a escalade for my graduation, all I have is this '91 honda civic! I realized that hey, some other people would be more than happy to have my car. To have a car, period. Some people can't afford cars, some kids have to save up for years to get a car thats even older than mine. So who am I, who are we to act like we think we deserve more than what we need? The thing is, most of us think this way, because, well, we are humans, and secondly, we're just straight up ignorant. The reason why we want more than what we need is because we don't realize our blessings. We're too worried about what we don't have as opposed to what we do. What we're blessed with, &amp;nbsp;and what we have and how we look isn't always going to be what we want, but it's EXACTLY, what we need and need to be. And that's &amp;nbsp;MORE than enough - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-573196191548048536?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/573196191548048536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=573196191548048536' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/573196191548048536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/573196191548048536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/12/notes-6-count-your-blessings.html' title='Notes 6, Count your blessings'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-4969879972540137119</id><published>2011-12-04T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T00:10:41.029-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;You cannot expect people to re-emburse you for what you've given them. It may hurt, it may anger you, though if it makes you any less kinder, then you've lost it all. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-4969879972540137119?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4969879972540137119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=4969879972540137119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4969879972540137119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4969879972540137119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/12/notes-5.html' title='Notes 5'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-4242423134367070006</id><published>2011-12-03T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T21:13:04.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes 4, "the run around"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;Don't you hate "the run around"? In another phrase "beating around the bush". It's more obvious than sarcasm, but the thing with sarcasm is that you can joke about it. When someones giving you the run-around it's hard to just tell that person to get to the point without sounding confrontational. Why do people do that? Why we do we do that? Why can't we all just say how we feel at that very moment, straight up? Oh.. the questions of life that will always be answered but never learned from. - God is Love&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-4242423134367070006?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4242423134367070006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=4242423134367070006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4242423134367070006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4242423134367070006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/12/notes-4-run-around.html' title='Notes 4, &quot;the run around&quot;'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-3338077930780366399</id><published>2011-11-29T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T19:33:43.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;It USED to sadden me when I would say, I USED to dance.. now, after battling myself in my kitchen and living room.. I realized.. I never quit. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-3338077930780366399?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3338077930780366399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=3338077930780366399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3338077930780366399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3338077930780366399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/11/notes-3.html' title='Notes 3'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-2552567999085539774</id><published>2011-11-18T23:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T23:22:12.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Don't be afraid to show, that you believe in God. - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-2552567999085539774?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2552567999085539774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=2552567999085539774' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2552567999085539774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2552567999085539774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/11/notes-2.html' title='Notes 2'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-589086618183792560</id><published>2011-11-14T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T19:31:26.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notes 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;There's something about change, that triggers people to become more in-tune with life. I guess that's what change is about. Showing us how prepared we are for it, even though it's unexpected. More so, whether we'll be able to change or will we fall back. Or fall down. Or, fall. If there's one thing I know, Life, is a balancing act. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-589086618183792560?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/589086618183792560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=589086618183792560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/589086618183792560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/589086618183792560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/11/notes-1.html' title='Notes 1'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-3528420882955946311</id><published>2011-11-03T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-03T00:52:52.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Routine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bw7RwUdZAIc/TrJIHQ7-kdI/AAAAAAAAAy4/U-29U1Wx6_Y/s1600/akidonnel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bw7RwUdZAIc/TrJIHQ7-kdI/AAAAAAAAAy4/U-29U1Wx6_Y/s400/akidonnel.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Working more closely with autism, I notice that they are very routine based. They do the same things every day. It's hard to take them out of their routines. It throws them off. It's hard to shake habits, especially bad ones if it's part of their routine. Autistic or not I think everyone has some sort of routine they follow day to day. I know I do. It might not be habits, chores, physical routines. Some may be emotional, personal routines. The good thing about routines is that it trains discipline. The bad thing with routines is that everything changes, everyday. And if they don't change right away, they might change later. Or, they might not, ever. It may be as simple as a bus running late. Might throw you off, make you late for class or work. It might be something as deep as routines in relationships. We might think that in our relationships that when an argument occurs or an event occurs that it will end up the same as the first and the last time. We can't expect those things to be the same. We don't control those people, we don't control those things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;The biggest thing I've learned at work is Prevention. The word speaks for itself. If there is something we need to change, something that is changing.. go back to the root of it. Take it out, and plant a new seed. And grow. Though the leaves may change, they might fall, the tree stands firm through it all. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-3528420882955946311?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3528420882955946311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=3528420882955946311' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3528420882955946311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3528420882955946311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/11/routine.html' title='Routine'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bw7RwUdZAIc/TrJIHQ7-kdI/AAAAAAAAAy4/U-29U1Wx6_Y/s72-c/akidonnel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-1614652567374162888</id><published>2011-10-26T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T18:44:51.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Power</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;The biggest messages are told in the fewest amounts of effort. Talk less, pray more. Do less, with more purpose. With times changing quick, it's sometimes best to stand and watch the change and step in at the right time. - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-1614652567374162888?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1614652567374162888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=1614652567374162888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1614652567374162888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1614652567374162888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/10/high-power.html' title='High Power'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-7853477215760489831</id><published>2011-10-24T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T23:46:56.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ocu-die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Lazy protests. Occupy occupy. Need money? Ain't gonna get it camping out on the streets. Can't get a job? Make a job. It's called hustle. You guys aren't called the land of opportunity for nothin. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-7853477215760489831?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7853477215760489831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=7853477215760489831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/7853477215760489831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/7853477215760489831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/10/ocu-die.html' title='Ocu-die'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-8678586454986451987</id><published>2011-10-18T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T00:09:38.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Octobers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-himcVdON_4w/Tp0imnR0ZGI/AAAAAAAAAyk/k5ae27FtVCM/s1600/courtdance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-himcVdON_4w/Tp0imnR0ZGI/AAAAAAAAAyk/k5ae27FtVCM/s400/courtdance.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Man, for real. I'm speechless. The best 22 years of my life and it just keeps getting better. Thanks to everyone. And I really mean it. EVERYONE, that I've gotten to share a piece of my life with, whether it be my friends, my family, a person who reads this blog. I really say thanks. - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-8678586454986451987?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8678586454986451987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=8678586454986451987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8678586454986451987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8678586454986451987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/10/22-octobers.html' title='22 Octobers'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-himcVdON_4w/Tp0imnR0ZGI/AAAAAAAAAyk/k5ae27FtVCM/s72-c/courtdance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-3524300443549561436</id><published>2011-10-11T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T00:10:42.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where you from?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYtEFFI3grg/TpPrJufCbSI/AAAAAAAAAyc/COEOnK62DfQ/s1600/fortune4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYtEFFI3grg/TpPrJufCbSI/AAAAAAAAAyc/COEOnK62DfQ/s400/fortune4.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;People want to be original. People want to be the first. No one wants to say where they are from. They all want to say, it started with them. And most of the time, it's not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I believe some of us, young people and older try to be original, by not being fake. What I mean by that is, when something cool happens, like a trend, a style, a fashion.. we'll see it from somewhere. And we'll pick it up. But most people never acknowledge where they got it from. Because, that would be considered "biting" or being a "follower". That's what I mean. Some of us try and show that we are original because we hide where we originally gotten it from. If you started something or made something and that person saw you and did the same thing and called it theirs. Wouldn't you get a little irked? But if that person said, yo, I got it from (insert your name here), don't call that person a biter, they're just showing you love. Don't hide who inspires you because that person may be inspired by you too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I'm sure the phrase "BE YOURSELF" has been gettin' crammed in our minds for a while so I'll say this, people will acknowledge you more, if you acknowledge other people. Basically, give credit where credit is due. Give respect, and you'll get respect in return. - God is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-3524300443549561436?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3524300443549561436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=3524300443549561436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3524300443549561436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3524300443549561436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/10/where-you-from.html' title='Where you from?'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HYtEFFI3grg/TpPrJufCbSI/AAAAAAAAAyc/COEOnK62DfQ/s72-c/fortune4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-8206018466909690422</id><published>2011-10-09T17:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T17:46:44.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too many Supers, not enough Heroes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Everyone wants to be a superhero.. tbc.. More after my thanksgiving dinner. Have a great thanksgiving everyone. - God is Love. Give Thanks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-8206018466909690422?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8206018466909690422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=8206018466909690422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8206018466909690422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8206018466909690422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/10/too-many-supers-not-enough-heroes.html' title='Too many Supers, not enough Heroes'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-2541230698479826148</id><published>2011-10-08T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T02:17:53.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Ever since I decided to try out that "other blog" site(that I still hate even though I'm a user) I've come to realize how.. creepy, egotistical, obnoxious, dishonest, psychotic and self-centered my generation of people and younger are. Which although discourages me, inspires me to change it all. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-2541230698479826148?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2541230698479826148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=2541230698479826148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2541230698479826148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2541230698479826148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/10/1.html' title='(1)'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-8819553190872547613</id><published>2011-10-02T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T10:13:54.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;this day to day thing means I have to make you fall in love with me everyday then let me say this to you... Gladly. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8THhPwFU0fo/ToibwaUMmKI/AAAAAAAAAyY/GNoKE6QlOY8/s1600/fortune10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8THhPwFU0fo/ToibwaUMmKI/AAAAAAAAAyY/GNoKE6QlOY8/s400/fortune10.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-8819553190872547613?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8819553190872547613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=8819553190872547613' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8819553190872547613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8819553190872547613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/10/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8THhPwFU0fo/ToibwaUMmKI/AAAAAAAAAyY/GNoKE6QlOY8/s72-c/fortune10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-3062446225036983423</id><published>2011-10-01T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T02:05:09.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good For You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4GwPX5QtXRs/TobVKz33raI/AAAAAAAAAyU/XcGQ6wrhBHY/s1600/IMG_2550.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4GwPX5QtXRs/TobVKz33raI/AAAAAAAAAyU/XcGQ6wrhBHY/s400/IMG_2550.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Lately, it's almost as if it's corny to love. What's so corny about love? I feel as if these days want people want to show that love is for suckas, relationships restrict your freedom and independence, I am independent, I'm on my grind, I'm doing me, I'm doing what's best for me, if another person can't take the way I am then forget them.. blah blah blah blazay blah. There's really nothing wrong with some of those things. But people want to be a "hard rock when you really are a gem". People want to create this hard shell where they can do anything they want. With no fear. But no feelings. And if that's you out there and you're reading this, great. Good for you. I'm glad you're on your ?hit. But don't forget.. Love, sensitivity, FEELINGS, is a great thing to express. To possess. And if you can't let yourself take that ride of ups and downs that love takes you through even with yourself? How can you ever expect anyone to go on that ride with you? Or take you on the ride with them? It's OKAY, to let yourself love. Don't be afraid of what's good for you. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-3062446225036983423?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3062446225036983423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=3062446225036983423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3062446225036983423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3062446225036983423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/10/good-for-you.html' title='Good For You'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4GwPX5QtXRs/TobVKz33raI/AAAAAAAAAyU/XcGQ6wrhBHY/s72-c/IMG_2550.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-2807896894990560601</id><published>2011-09-25T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T21:51:52.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Joseph, and his technicolor coat. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-2807896894990560601?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2807896894990560601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=2807896894990560601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2807896894990560601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2807896894990560601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/09/joseph-and-his-technicolor-coat.html' title=''/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-1397762390978985711</id><published>2011-09-13T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T23:51:37.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lj3yhT3YKcQ/TnBNcVQjBaI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Lbz-8BAEhQg/s1600/IMG_4383.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lj3yhT3YKcQ/TnBNcVQjBaI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Lbz-8BAEhQg/s400/IMG_4383.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Happy Birthday Dad. There's really no amount of words or love that I can express or explain how much you've done for me. Thank you. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-1397762390978985711?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1397762390978985711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=1397762390978985711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1397762390978985711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1397762390978985711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/09/dad.html' title='Dad'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lj3yhT3YKcQ/TnBNcVQjBaI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/Lbz-8BAEhQg/s72-c/IMG_4383.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-7030414301340025382</id><published>2011-09-05T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T00:14:36.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whole Package</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4E9EjFxbQU/TmR2zpzQVGI/AAAAAAAAAyI/HDqeMeB7YuA/s1600/IMG_1477.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4E9EjFxbQU/TmR2zpzQVGI/AAAAAAAAAyI/HDqeMeB7YuA/s400/IMG_1477.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Have you ever met someone you think you wouldn't relate to/be friends with but end up feeling the opposite after you had gotten to know them?&amp;nbsp;I've met a lot of wonderful people over the course of my young life. Have seen people grow, seen people change. Met a lot of strangers than became friends. Met a lot of, strangers. ha. I've seen unsuspecting people form strong bonds. I went to a youth conference in 2005 and I didn't really expect much from it. When I got there I kinda figured the attendees would be similar to other churches or youth groups or youth events I've been to. When I got there I met people who didn't look like they belonged there. There were spike studded leather jackets, coloured mohawks, tattoos and even an ex convict. From a conservative stand-point, coming from a conservative family and conservative church, those things were, y'know, bad. ha. In my head I was like, these guys must be new here.. or.. they're probably rebellious kids forced to be here by their parents or something. But later, I had spoken to one of these people, even listened to one of these people speak and they were the most on-fire people for God I've ever witnessed then. And that moment and that conference was a defining point for the rest of my life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Stereo-typing is always going to be here. Us humans, we rely on those kind of things to be able to identify what is what. Even with objects. We look at the packaging, and how something and how someone is packaged defines how they are, the product that is inside the package. Though, more than likely it's not. Say I put toothpaste in a cat food container. Do you not think it would not serve the same purpose even if it's in a cat food container? Or if I put jelly beans in a toothpaste container. They'd still rot my teeth if I used them to brush 'em even if they were inside a tube of colgate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;In Matthew 23:23-27, Jesus criticized a group of people for doing just that. having garbage on the inside, yet pretending to be something or someone good. It really doesn't work that way. Jelly beans are still jelly beans even if you put them in a colgate tube or a tylenol container. If you don't change the inside, it doesn't matter what you put on the outside. And since I don't have anything clever to say at the end of my blogs like I usually do, I think this old saying will do it all justice..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Never, judge a book by it's cover. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-7030414301340025382?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7030414301340025382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=7030414301340025382' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/7030414301340025382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/7030414301340025382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/09/whole-package.html' title='The Whole Package'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4E9EjFxbQU/TmR2zpzQVGI/AAAAAAAAAyI/HDqeMeB7YuA/s72-c/IMG_1477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-3384994526481636336</id><published>2011-09-01T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T23:37:47.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep it G</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Make allowance for each other's faults. And forgive those who offend you. Remember, the Lord forgave you. So you must forgive others. - Colossians 3:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-3384994526481636336?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3384994526481636336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=3384994526481636336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3384994526481636336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3384994526481636336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/09/keep-it-g.html' title='Keep it G'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-1476676213708318255</id><published>2011-08-16T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T00:28:29.658-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe me when I say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tSrbx2FHK8/TkocAS0E_EI/AAAAAAAAAyE/mRxQlSvAc-4/s1600/Sunsets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tSrbx2FHK8/TkocAS0E_EI/AAAAAAAAAyE/mRxQlSvAc-4/s400/Sunsets.jpg" width="367" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Last time I felt like this, I must've been seventeen. But this one is all new, like no copy or extension of anything I've ever seen. Not a thing holds a candle to you, my dove. Even the sun has it's own warmth without you. It's true. And I knew it the first time cause, kissing you is like sitting on the moon, with all the stars in my hand. As you can see it's really hard to comprehend, from such a poor man. But I just, sit back and try not to think about it too much and just say.. lucky me. Cause she's like counting pennies I don't even got. Cause money couldn't hold me anyway. I think and I wrote and I say.. How did such a luxury fall into my lap? Me saying this is the closest thing to a literal fact. You know, in the morning when I see you, with those eyes I think, I feel like electricity is running underneath my skin, every time we touch, eery time we move, every time we speak it's like, we keep expanding, the limitations of love. So that's why I say.. Forever is not long enough. You believe me when I say that? Forever is not long enough.. Okay. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-1476676213708318255?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1476676213708318255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=1476676213708318255' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1476676213708318255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1476676213708318255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/08/do-you-believe-me-when-i-say.html' title='Do you believe me when I say?'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5tSrbx2FHK8/TkocAS0E_EI/AAAAAAAAAyE/mRxQlSvAc-4/s72-c/Sunsets.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-2428061428797313698</id><published>2011-08-01T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T00:08:43.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Controller</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I decided to tackle a steep hill on my long board.. landed face first into the pavement.. got a couple cuts and bruises and a nice road rash on my cheek.. just goes to show, no matter how good you are at something.. you're not always in control.. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-2428061428797313698?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2428061428797313698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=2428061428797313698' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2428061428797313698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2428061428797313698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/08/controller.html' title='Controller'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-1021393571765899198</id><published>2011-07-29T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T00:03:53.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Paper</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #333233; font: 10.0px Helvetica; line-height: 14.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;At 6:30am he's woken up by the alarm on his phone. At 6:30am he's woken up by the sight of her face. He gets up and drags his feet to the washroom. Turns on the faucet and drowns his face in the the palm of water that leaks in between his fingers. Goes back in his room and takes a gulp of the glass of water he left from last night and slips on a pair of grey socks and his favourite blue jeans. Grabs the sneakers on his floor, a flannel from his closet and a square yellow envelope on top of his desk. He runs out to his car and it starts with a loud squeal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;At 7:25 he parks in an alley and runs through the greens and fences and down a quiet street until he reaches a single story house fenced with small boulders and crunched up leaves. He's nervous, a bit tired, but very eager. He walks towards the door, fiddling the yellow envelope in his fingers. He hears the dog on the other side of the door whimper and rattle his cage. He crouches down and opens the mail slot and places the envelope halfway through. He stands in front of the door and waits.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;At 7:31 he hears the floors creaking on the other side. She's there. He stands facing the door but his eyes are staring at the envelope, like a cowboy in a shootout looking at his pistol. Slowly the envelope disappears to other side. As a white envelope comes through to his. He grabs it. He exhales.. and walks backwards looking at the door, in hopes that she's staring at him through the peep hole. He smiles and sprints back to the alley.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;At 9:00am he's woken up by the warmth of the sun shining on his face through his window. At 9:00am he's woken up by the warmth of her hand caressing his hair. He gets up and drags his feet over to his desk. Picks up the envelope, opens it and pulls out several sheets on lines paper and holds it close to his face.. and drowns his face in the scent she left and she kiss she marked with her lipstick. He takes the last gulp of that glass of water from the night before, sits down, puts on his glasses.. and smiles, with his heart, and reads, his morning paper. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #333233; font: 10.0px Helvetica; line-height: 14.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;It's kind of a random story, but it's true. When you love someone, you'll figure out a lot of different things to make up for not being able to see them. Or to make the time apart, being easier to bare. My girlfriend and I, give each other, Morning Papers.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-1021393571765899198?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1021393571765899198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=1021393571765899198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1021393571765899198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1021393571765899198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/07/morning-paper.html' title='Morning Paper'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-6795362847416773124</id><published>2011-07-20T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T00:17:50.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qObQ0q7UctQ/TiaA8eNV4RI/AAAAAAAAAx8/917V-oTuF2M/s1600/chillinwithmyhomies.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qObQ0q7UctQ/TiaA8eNV4RI/AAAAAAAAAx8/917V-oTuF2M/s400/chillinwithmyhomies.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;People come in and out of our lives like a burger joint. I think that if we all stopped measuring our relationships with people by how often we see or talk to each other then I think we'd have a lot more people staying in, rather than taking out. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-6795362847416773124?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6795362847416773124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=6795362847416773124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6795362847416773124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6795362847416773124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/07/for-here.html' title='For Here'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qObQ0q7UctQ/TiaA8eNV4RI/AAAAAAAAAx8/917V-oTuF2M/s72-c/chillinwithmyhomies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-6342249671943368333</id><published>2011-07-14T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T23:32:57.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Number One Rule</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;You get, what you give. You give love, you get love. You give respect, you get respect. Everything real, is what you earn. Nothing real is handed to on a silver plate with a side of gravy. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-6342249671943368333?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6342249671943368333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=6342249671943368333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6342249671943368333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6342249671943368333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/07/number-one-rule.html' title='Number One Rule'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-5127005662075960892</id><published>2011-07-01T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T11:54:38.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Is all I got to my name - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-5127005662075960892?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5127005662075960892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=5127005662075960892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5127005662075960892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5127005662075960892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/07/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-8667183822311914215</id><published>2011-06-29T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T15:35:34.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Switch to Organic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1AVRZMKyGxg/TgrUkBKvn8I/AAAAAAAAAxY/Qo13alFQN9Y/s1600/207287_5092941270_509211270_147192_7345_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1AVRZMKyGxg/TgrUkBKvn8I/AAAAAAAAAxY/Qo13alFQN9Y/s400/207287_5092941270_509211270_147192_7345_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;I walked into that grade 8 mixer like I'm finna dance. You know how there's that one kid in your grade or at your high school that could really dance. That day, I intended to be that dude. So as soon as the circle broke out I was in it. And after I wooed the crowd with the harlem shake and the c-walk I decided I was gonna go home early. But before I could leave, a girl whom I've never seen before came asked me if I wanted to dance. Looking at her, without hesitation I said.. "Yeah?" It was a slow song. Dilemma. Nelly, Kelly Rowland. I don't remember if I had talked to her through the whole song, or even made eye contact with her. But as soon as the song ended she started to walk out the gym. So I ran after her, and grabbed her arm and said "wow.. uhhm.. I didn't catch your name..?" She told me her name and she kept walking. And I stood there by the door, repeating her name under my breathe. I swear, I couldn't sleep that night. I just wanted the next day to start already so I can get to school and see this girl. I didn't even talk to her, I've never even seen her at school before. But this girl already had me losing sleep. So the next day I went over to where all us 8th graders hung out and I saw her sitting there. The best thing about being in 8th grade and liking someone, is that we don't care about anything. You like that person. You ask them out to be your girlfriend/boyfriend right away. Even if you haven't talked to them at all. So after school, I asked her out. And we went ice-skating. and we held hands. Long story short, we broke up 2 weeks later. She cried in social studies behind her textbook. But a week later she was making out with my best friend in the hallway.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Well, to get to my point.. these days, it's hard to meet someone organically. Some people will be confident enough to ask for your name then add you on facebook and look at all your pictures and mutual friends and figure out if they want to talk to you or not. Whatever happened to.. let's get some coffee? Or.. let's just have a long ass conversation about life and everything in it right here right now who cares if I have a dentist appointment at 4 kinda meeting. Whatever happened to.. "I'll see ya around".. leaving it to chance that maybe you just might see them again. It might cost a bit more, we might have to wait a bit longer but it's worth it to switch to organic. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;the picture above is that girl from the grade 8 mixer. ha. It's her birthday today. Which is kind of why i wrote this.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-8667183822311914215?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8667183822311914215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=8667183822311914215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8667183822311914215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8667183822311914215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/06/switch-to-organic.html' title='Switch to Organic'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1AVRZMKyGxg/TgrUkBKvn8I/AAAAAAAAAxY/Qo13alFQN9Y/s72-c/207287_5092941270_509211270_147192_7345_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-8992175143925069771</id><published>2011-06-28T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T23:57:13.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Why is that when someone of mass popularity says something that's been said for hundreds of years, say it today. It's the greatest thing since sliced bread. Read the bible, I swear, it's all in there. - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-8992175143925069771?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8992175143925069771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=8992175143925069771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8992175143925069771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8992175143925069771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/06/why-is-that-when-someone-of-mass.html' title=''/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-1998078142406778932</id><published>2011-06-27T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-27T01:21:39.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Cool, is redefined through life. The generalization of it at least. All of us individually have our own definition of what "cool" is but generally, our take, and our look on what's cool moves with our time, our generation and what we're doing with our time and our generation. I believe, integrity, is what's cool. Our being able to stay consistent through our everyday. Through our actions, our values and morals. To stay grounded in our beliefs. Which then defines how real of a person we are to stay consistent with our actions, though admit our mistakes. Which then leads us to our respectability. The story of our lives isn't all what's cool, it's also how we've told that story. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-1998078142406778932?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1998078142406778932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=1998078142406778932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1998078142406778932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1998078142406778932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/06/cool.html' title='The Cool'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-6496679700372088365</id><published>2011-06-18T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T14:47:41.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jiDW7-XDeA/Tf0ZRbHluGI/AAAAAAAAAxU/3DgH4SaoPxc/s1600/rocks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jiDW7-XDeA/Tf0ZRbHluGI/AAAAAAAAAxU/3DgH4SaoPxc/s400/rocks.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;There's no other way I'd be left standing but be standing to the left of you. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-6496679700372088365?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6496679700372088365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=6496679700372088365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6496679700372088365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6496679700372088365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/06/theres-no-other-way-id-be-left-standing.html' title=''/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6jiDW7-XDeA/Tf0ZRbHluGI/AAAAAAAAAxU/3DgH4SaoPxc/s72-c/rocks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-5365981518221026119</id><published>2011-06-17T00:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T00:42:39.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leave a tip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rGp8-VPNqW8/TfsFYrAMZpI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Uu-6x_Dt1Mc/s1600/panorama.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rGp8-VPNqW8/TfsFYrAMZpI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Uu-6x_Dt1Mc/s400/panorama.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;All these "Bro-tips" and rules of a gentlemen and any other random anecdotes to a way a man or woman should live by or take into consideration is all baloney to me. They're great. But they're no different than a 24 or Metro newspaper horoscope or a fortune cookie at Hons. They're either things we already know or generalizations. But personal relationships, are situational. And nothing that you read on the internet, or in a newspaper or a fortune cookie is going to tell you how to handle it. We all have manners. We all know what's right from wrong. Everything else, we learn through it. Isn't that the best part about about getting to know someone? Learning who they are. I really wish most young people start to do things more organically, rather than electronically. You don't know someone until you sit down and have a conversation with them, not after you've looked through 84 pages of their tumblr archive. There's a "tip" for ya. - God is Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-5365981518221026119?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5365981518221026119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=5365981518221026119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5365981518221026119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5365981518221026119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/06/leave-tip.html' title='Leave a tip'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rGp8-VPNqW8/TfsFYrAMZpI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Uu-6x_Dt1Mc/s72-c/panorama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-1697983856604913222</id><published>2011-06-10T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T00:02:20.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Decision</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;It's either, you give something up, or you work harder. It's not a hard decision. - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-1697983856604913222?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1697983856604913222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=1697983856604913222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1697983856604913222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1697983856604913222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/06/decision.html' title='The Decision'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-6660440871744597971</id><published>2011-06-03T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T00:35:47.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ain't No Mountain High</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pXEE7mhNo_M/TeiOjv5xc9I/AAAAAAAAAxM/HJ2p1VsdX6A/s1600/clevelanddam.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pXEE7mhNo_M/TeiOjv5xc9I/AAAAAAAAAxM/HJ2p1VsdX6A/s400/clevelanddam.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;taken at Cleveland Damn in North Vancouver by Me, Donnel Barroso&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;What you can go through, you can go over.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;We don't always have to go through certain things because life tells us to. It doesn't make us any less of people if we haven't been through a heartbreak, prisoned, depressed etc. I'm all about life experience, but some things we don't need to go through to make us stronger. Learning from others' experience, whether it be a friend or even in television is good enough for us to know we don't have to or want to go through pain. It takes just as much courage, strength, wisdom and heart to be a better person to not have to go through those situations. It takes just as much, to get over the mountain, than to go through it. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-6660440871744597971?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6660440871744597971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=6660440871744597971' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6660440871744597971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6660440871744597971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/06/aint-no-mountain-high.html' title='Ain&apos;t No Mountain High'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pXEE7mhNo_M/TeiOjv5xc9I/AAAAAAAAAxM/HJ2p1VsdX6A/s72-c/clevelanddam.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-6145628524512679190</id><published>2011-05-31T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T23:08:20.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the original</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rwHVWhRRlQA" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px;"&gt;RIP Jonas Bevacqua .. &amp;nbsp;You're legacy still lives in the streets all around the world, the shirts and jeans in my closet and in my life. Rest easy... - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-6145628524512679190?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6145628524512679190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=6145628524512679190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6145628524512679190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6145628524512679190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/05/original.html' title='the original'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rwHVWhRRlQA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-2564475145613211952</id><published>2011-05-29T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T00:48:52.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Off the Scale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I find the world to be imbalanced. All the time. People get lost moving with the world, or moving against it. I don't think a lot of us realize the middle ground. I don't think that a lot of us think the balance is possible. Or trying hard enough to keep it. I've never been into astrology or nothin' like that, I've probably read my horoscope less than 10 times in my entire life. A good friend of mine who's into that kind'a stuff told me about what being a "Libra" is. Which is what I am. Basically, she said I like to have balance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Some people who may follow my actions may think I'm trying to be cool, or hip, or rebellious or even hypocritical. Because I move opposite the tide. Because I stand on the other side of the scale. Trust, I don't do it because I want to be noticed, or cool, or whatever. I just, like balance. I like, equality. I like, showing people the other side. But again, I don't believe in that astrology stuff. I like balance. So, let's step off this scale. Stand in this middle ground, and see what life is like together. &amp;nbsp;- God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-2564475145613211952?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2564475145613211952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=2564475145613211952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2564475145613211952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2564475145613211952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/05/off-scale.html' title='Off the Scale'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-7792679958722974981</id><published>2011-05-18T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T15:47:23.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Breakfast Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px 'Helvetica Light'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Might have to use a little bit of your imagination to follow this one. When it's regular font, it's a male speaking, but when it's in &lt;i&gt;italics, it's the female. &lt;/i&gt;This was a small poem/script intro I wrote for a short film called "The Breakfast Story". One day I'll actually get to film it. And that one day will be this summer. So if you like this intro, you'll definitely love the whole thing. Thank you!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vy3iU2zaZ4Y/TdRKTEVgVII/AAAAAAAAAw4/NJU5ZuYTN7k/s1600/sandwichsmall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vy3iU2zaZ4Y/TdRKTEVgVII/AAAAAAAAAw4/NJU5ZuYTN7k/s640/sandwichsmall.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;The best thing for her to wear in the morning, is whatever I wore the night before. I let her wear my nice shirts. &lt;i&gt;He lets me wear his sweater&lt;/i&gt;. We have breakfast. I can make eggs. &lt;i&gt;Shitty eggs&lt;/i&gt;. We eat out, for breakfast. &lt;i&gt;Because, he makes shitty eggs&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;He pretends to not act like a gentlemen, He’s a nice guy&lt;/i&gt;. I am the perfect.. Asshole. She’s a bad muthhaa... huh? &lt;i&gt;He gets choked when he catches himself opening the door for me and shit like that.. I like it, I’m not gonna lie&lt;/i&gt;. She sounds like Kat Von D, y'know that raspy ?hit..looks like her too but without all the tattoo’s.. I like that. &lt;i&gt;He always talks like he’s UP&lt;/i&gt;. I’m high bro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;She makes my coffee. &lt;i&gt;Two creams, pour the sugar for 4.. and a 1/2 seconds&lt;/i&gt;. She does everything a... would do for me. But she’s not. That’s cool. We don’t, y’know. Do nothin’. We just ride paper planes and she complains about..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My hair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;it’s perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I’m not photogenic&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Is there something on my face?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;You, are, so, Beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;She gets a hot chocolate. What is she like, 5? I make fun of her about that all the time. But when she’s not here I get it. I don’t tell her ‘bout it though. She does things that I wouldn't usually condone.. and I use those things as vices for me not to make anything out of us. But, really, I could care less. But really, I’m, hella scared. I just watch her do what she wants. Put on my nice shirts. Blow these trees. I take her to my spots, I tell her about my...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;He dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Ambitions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;About&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reality&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;And what’s real is that we only have breakfast.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space: pre;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;we only have breakfast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;The best thing for me to wear tonight, is what she'll look good in, for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- God is Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-7792679958722974981?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7792679958722974981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=7792679958722974981' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/7792679958722974981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/7792679958722974981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/05/breakfast-story.html' title='The Breakfast Story'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vy3iU2zaZ4Y/TdRKTEVgVII/AAAAAAAAAw4/NJU5ZuYTN7k/s72-c/sandwichsmall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-4762379947631436697</id><published>2011-05-10T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T00:31:41.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rule of Thumb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MLSpJkJEMhg/TcjplZCHgSI/AAAAAAAAAww/Ed0y35ExTwo/s1600/Quote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="440" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MLSpJkJEMhg/TcjplZCHgSI/AAAAAAAAAww/Ed0y35ExTwo/s640/Quote.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;- God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-4762379947631436697?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4762379947631436697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=4762379947631436697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4762379947631436697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4762379947631436697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/05/rule-of-thumb.html' title='Rule of Thumb'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MLSpJkJEMhg/TcjplZCHgSI/AAAAAAAAAww/Ed0y35ExTwo/s72-c/Quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-7488480019914600536</id><published>2011-05-06T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T11:51:13.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we put on some Love Songs maannn?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Can someone play me a fricken love song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Everyone's always "on-the-grind", too busy for a love song. Every woman is ruler, too independent for a love song. Every dude is tryna hustle, too hard for a love song. Some of ya'll trying to figure out where chivalry went, and if it died. Nah, it's in the love song. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-7488480019914600536?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7488480019914600536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=7488480019914600536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/7488480019914600536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/7488480019914600536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/05/can-we-put-on-some-love-songs-maannn.html' title='Can we put on some Love Songs maannn?'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-1917851727087085152</id><published>2011-04-28T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:09:47.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u34zY8NCQ1U/TbpHxOf2lTI/AAAAAAAAAws/G8wX9CZBlRE/s1600/bosa5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u34zY8NCQ1U/TbpHxOf2lTI/AAAAAAAAAws/G8wX9CZBlRE/s400/bosa5.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;My most favourite place, Bose &amp;amp; Sons old Farm&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I do location scouting for music videos, films and mostly just for myself. Some places I see while I drive by &amp;nbsp;them and go see them later. Some, I stumble upon while cruising on longboard or walking down railways. The best feeling I get when taking photo's of and at these places I find isn't the act of finding.. it's when I get there and completely blank out on all creativity. Everything I know about photography goes away. Forget about composition, forget about angles, forget about everything. And I just have my camera in my hand and I'm jumping rocks, walking through tunnels, running across fields just shooting away at anything that catches my eye. I could just sit in these places for hours, with not a thought in my mind. It's not the photographs, it's The Feeling. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-1917851727087085152?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1917851727087085152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=1917851727087085152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1917851727087085152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1917851727087085152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/04/feeling.html' title='The Feeling'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u34zY8NCQ1U/TbpHxOf2lTI/AAAAAAAAAws/G8wX9CZBlRE/s72-c/bosa5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-3380657924674283514</id><published>2011-04-28T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T20:27:45.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm Not Seeing Lauryn Hill</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;It's, not 'cause I can't afford it. I can. Worth it really. It's not cause I'm working that day, or have something else to do or not going to be in the city. It's actually because.. I don't want to. Yeah boi, I'm crazy. Probably the one and only time she'll be in my very own backyard of downtown Vancouver, I'm not, I don't want to see her. This might sound stupid to some of you but I don't want to see her cause I'm expecting.. Can't Take My Eyes Off You - Zion - Sister Act 2 - That Thing - Just like Water - Lauryn fuggin' Hill. It might sound ignorant to say, that I want that. But she's just not the same to me. Watching her set at Coachella that my friend mentioned, was, cool. Of course. But if it's anything like what I'm going to see in my city.. If that's what she's gonna give tens of thousands of people.. what is she going to give a couple hundred. What I'm feelin' is best described in this question.. Would you rather see Michael Jordan play during his Chicago Bulls Era.. or.. with the Washington Wizards..? - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;PS. Everyone who is going though, let me know how it goes! I hope ya'll have a wonderful time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0dlyD0-cLlQ" width="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-3380657924674283514?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3380657924674283514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=3380657924674283514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3380657924674283514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3380657924674283514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-im-not-seeing-lauryn-hill.html' title='Why I&apos;m Not Seeing Lauryn Hill'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/0dlyD0-cLlQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-347026321831863661</id><published>2011-04-14T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T00:41:30.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game Has Changed 001</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9rwUZDWbj0/Taai8DT8jRI/AAAAAAAAAwk/6qhBDj6qCfE/s1600/IMG_8619.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9rwUZDWbj0/Taai8DT8jRI/AAAAAAAAAwk/6qhBDj6qCfE/s400/IMG_8619.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font: 14.0px Helvetica; letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;, Value, Chivalry and where it went..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;During general conversation, the topic of sleep always comes up. More the loss or lack of sleep. Or some sort of abnormality to ones sleeping pattern. There's a term used "Don't Sleep". I guess referring to how hard someone is working. Always working and never sleeping. I guess "Time is Money" comes next? ha. Anyway, I think if we're losing sleep or having a lack of sleep, there must be something in our lives that we need to spend less time on. Also, if we think that losing sleep because of working hard is a signature of how hard we are working, it's not. If we have to work 24/7 and lose sleep because of it, then we're not working hard enough. They say sleep is the cousin of death.. well, if you're working hard to achieve your dreams... you can't be afraid to die for them. Sleep is where dreams are made. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-347026321831863661?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/347026321831863661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=347026321831863661' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/347026321831863661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/347026321831863661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/04/game-has-changed-001.html' title='The Game Has Changed 001'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X9rwUZDWbj0/Taai8DT8jRI/AAAAAAAAAwk/6qhBDj6qCfE/s72-c/IMG_8619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-579700362299349755</id><published>2011-04-05T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T14:51:04.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rules of Attraction</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-VF4DJmass/TZuOI2S64mI/AAAAAAAAAwU/dW_NaPzPkiM/s1600/IMG_7449.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-VF4DJmass/TZuOI2S64mI/AAAAAAAAAwU/dW_NaPzPkiM/s400/IMG_7449.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px;"&gt;To catch a woman at her highest point is the biggest thing for me.. seeing a woman do what she love to do or bein' in a place within herself where she's completely happy and still. Whether it's drawing on a scrap piece of paper or reading a book or whatever have you.. Just a woman in her mode, that, that right there lights my eyes up, seein' a woman, happy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px;"&gt;I think that should go for all of us, men and women. Do your thing.. do you, be joyful in yourself. Don't go lookin' for love, love will find you, in the thing, that you love, most. You. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-579700362299349755?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/579700362299349755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=579700362299349755' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/579700362299349755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/579700362299349755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/04/rules-of-attraction.html' title='Rules of Attraction'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B-VF4DJmass/TZuOI2S64mI/AAAAAAAAAwU/dW_NaPzPkiM/s72-c/IMG_7449.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-4932235164568257697</id><published>2011-03-29T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T11:53:38.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;You. That pretty much sums it up. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-4932235164568257697?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4932235164568257697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=4932235164568257697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4932235164568257697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4932235164568257697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/03/do.html' title='Do'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-2857390162923935156</id><published>2011-03-24T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T01:16:02.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;It's been a minute since I've mustered up the courage to write. The courage to write.. ? Is that right? The thing with most us people is that when we catch ourselves in contradiction, it's hard to go back to the things we contradicted. And proceed to contradict. Because it feels safer and maybe we'll come back full circle. I believe the fact that we have to learn about ourselves is that we're human. And being human causes us to make mistakes. Which makes us humans, imperfect. Which is, perfectly, fine. We're not perfect, we should understand that. God understands that. I've always felt that most us people feel we have to be at a certain, level, or state of self to come back to.. ourselves. But all we really have to do is say.. Hey, I'm human. Humans make mistakes. I'm not a perfect person and that's perfectly fine. Admit to our mistakes, lay them down on the ground, step over them and move on. Avoiding facing your mistakes, is avoiding love. He will always love you, no, matter, what. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-2857390162923935156?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2857390162923935156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=2857390162923935156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2857390162923935156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2857390162923935156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-been-minute-since-ive-mustered-up.html' title=''/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-6793825492435866740</id><published>2011-03-18T21:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T21:06:46.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the Wheel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Give me one more chance. I can't do this on my own. I'm letting go. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-6793825492435866740?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6793825492435866740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=6793825492435866740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6793825492435866740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6793825492435866740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/03/take-wheel.html' title='Take the Wheel'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-5446840111559428630</id><published>2011-03-17T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T11:37:18.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wilhelm Scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="224" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/21138742?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="398"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Here's a quick video I made the other day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Track: James Blake "The Wilhelm Scream"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;My friend Casandra texted me the other day saying that I remind her of James Blake, which led me to make this video. So thanks Cas, this is my favourite stop motion I've ever made. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-5446840111559428630?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5446840111559428630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=5446840111559428630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5446840111559428630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5446840111559428630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/03/wilhelm-scream.html' title='The Wilhelm Scream'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-4788714761692756004</id><published>2011-03-12T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T22:57:11.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sizzle, Filet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;"Excuse me, what's 'sizzle'?.. and, this one? Filet?.. Filet, Sizzle, Sizzle, Sizzle, Sizzle, Sizzle, Filet, Filet, Filet" And she went on and on. Back and forth between those two words. Wearing a green sports pinny and a hood over her head and jeans that looked like she slid through home plate. Staring at the two signs on each side. Sizzle. Filet. She asked me "What's sizzle?". I was kind of stuck. I didn't know how to describe or define, sizzle. I can't even remember what I had told her but she understood. It was raining, it was windy, it was cold. She stood there, smiling, while everyone around looked at her as she repeated to herself.. "Sizzle, Filet, Sizzle, Filet...".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Sometimes we take for granted the life we're given in this country. And I hope we find little things like my encounter with an asian woman working as a garbage cleaner for public transit. Who was reading Mcdonalds advertisements at the train station to learn english with the biggest smile on her face to remind us of our fortune. With everything happening in Japan, we realize it. But it shouldn't take a world disaster to do so. - God is Love #prayforjapan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-4788714761692756004?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4788714761692756004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=4788714761692756004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4788714761692756004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4788714761692756004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/03/sizzle-filet.html' title='Sizzle, Filet'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-525007497926997702</id><published>2011-03-10T11:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T11:53:05.014-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Walk // All Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="225" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/18446531" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/18446531"&gt;Girl Walk // All Day&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1136439"&gt;jacob krupnick&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;These kinds of people are reasons why I do what I do. And get up in the morning. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-525007497926997702?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/525007497926997702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=525007497926997702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/525007497926997702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/525007497926997702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/03/girl-walk-all-day.html' title='Girl Walk // All Day'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-6989311948658794552</id><published>2011-03-07T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T23:39:58.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fort Her</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vXhOYqZq300/TXXb-pAycyI/AAAAAAAAAwM/kjkSHf7HH_s/s1600/fort.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vXhOYqZq300/TXXb-pAycyI/AAAAAAAAAwM/kjkSHf7HH_s/s400/fort.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Do your thing. You got dreams to make real too. It's a duty of a man to be a foundation. In his own life, and in hers. Hold each other up, by holding it down. Hold the fort. - God is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-6989311948658794552?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6989311948658794552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=6989311948658794552' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6989311948658794552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6989311948658794552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/03/fort-her.html' title='Fort Her'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-vXhOYqZq300/TXXb-pAycyI/AAAAAAAAAwM/kjkSHf7HH_s/s72-c/fort.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-1323456681463409897</id><published>2011-03-07T23:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T16:27:55.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leftovers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;"Let the truth be told, I think I'm the only ?igga out here who let the truth be told" - Kanye West&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 12px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XsoS4A72AQI/TXXYpjYx3KI/AAAAAAAAAwI/DjNoK67_f1I/s1600/IMG_8949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XsoS4A72AQI/TXXYpjYx3KI/AAAAAAAAAwI/DjNoK67_f1I/s400/IMG_8949.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Men who lack ambition, claim achievement to worthless things. In turn, achieve nothing and go, nowhere. Ambition and success all boil down to one classic saying, "If you're going to talk the talk, then walk the walk". If you're going to look the part, then act the part. BE the part. Your truth, isn't truth until it is tried to be confused with lies. You're love isn't love until it's come face to face with hatred. Real people, and superficial people look the same up front. Until they are both faced with their antithesis. One get's eaten up, and other, is left over. Standing firm, in the storm. Stop talkin'.. or you'll be left walkin'.. while the rest of us take off. Jets. - God is Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-1323456681463409897?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1323456681463409897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=1323456681463409897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1323456681463409897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1323456681463409897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/03/leftovers.html' title='Leftovers'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XsoS4A72AQI/TXXYpjYx3KI/AAAAAAAAAwI/DjNoK67_f1I/s72-c/IMG_8949.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-2801274845949891667</id><published>2011-02-27T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T23:23:37.328-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love wins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;He runs his finger through his hair pinching the end of the last strand over and over. Staring blankly at her hunched over his lap with her hair hanging down to floor like an inverted noose. Hung from guilt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Everything in his being tells him to throw her out. He hates her. He doesn't understand her. He's confused. He's in tears. The silence isn't the same. It isn't the same as mornings in her kitchen making breakfast or the silence in his bed room in the night.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Everything in his being tells him to pull her in. He loves her. He understands. He knows. He's in tears. He grabs her hand to stand her up. She pushes her head into his chest resisting his finger that's pushing her chin up so he can look at her. He takes a step back, she follows. He takes a step to the side, she follows. He takes a step forward, He leads. My dear, we're, slow dancing in a burning room. - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-2801274845949891667?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2801274845949891667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=2801274845949891667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2801274845949891667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2801274845949891667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/02/love-wins.html' title='love wins'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-8622831240372849677</id><published>2011-02-27T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T17:08:16.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sup Foo</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="400" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kTNd23u7Ezc" title="YouTube video player" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Some might call me a sucka, yeah, yeah I am. Cause I'm a fool for you. - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-8622831240372849677?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8622831240372849677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=8622831240372849677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8622831240372849677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8622831240372849677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/02/sup-foo.html' title='Sup Foo'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kTNd23u7Ezc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-3149580534715631633</id><published>2011-02-21T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T00:10:13.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget about the Price Tags</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a4K0yB77eYA/TWIbPghY1mI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Lf8L9JLWITg/s1600/IMG_8759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a4K0yB77eYA/TWIbPghY1mI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Lf8L9JLWITg/s1600/IMG_8759.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a4K0yB77eYA/TWIbPghY1mI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Lf8L9JLWITg/s400/IMG_8759.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;The more you encourage her to branch out and become her own person, the more she draws closer to you. She may know her worth. But it's a duty of a man to remind her she's priceless. - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-3149580534715631633?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3149580534715631633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=3149580534715631633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3149580534715631633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3149580534715631633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/02/forget-about-price-tags.html' title='Forget about the Price Tags'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a4K0yB77eYA/TWIbPghY1mI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Lf8L9JLWITg/s72-c/IMG_8759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-4744664032953314932</id><published>2011-02-11T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T01:31:54.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's The Difference?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mt7vxx-1bc/TVUBbd2zFCI/AAAAAAAAAvo/jJ3wMmERYW4/s1600/donnelwarhol2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mt7vxx-1bc/TVUBbd2zFCI/AAAAAAAAAvo/jJ3wMmERYW4/s400/donnelwarhol2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I took/made this picture on Microsoft Paint in the 9th grade. I thought it was so cool, that &amp;nbsp;right then and there I wanted to take up photography. #lookatmenow #picturesofmychildhood&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px;"&gt;I WANT TO BE DIFFERENT!!!!! It's pretty safe to say that with all the booming trends and Lady Gaga's out there that it's, okay, to be different. Everyones different, really. We take the experiences we have in our lives and the people that we meet, and others who inspire us, take it all in and that's, Us, in a human body of differentness. But sometimes our strive to be different is mainly for self purpose. We want to be different, to be noticed as "different". As, unique.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;So back to my beginning sentence. I WANNA BE DIFFERENT.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;WHY?!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Why do we want to be different? Different from what? Different FOR what? I believe when we strive for difference we don't really try to make, one. Make, a difference, in our, difference. Think about people that we look up to, whether it be our parents, a sibling, a musician, artist, 7-Eleven Clerk(haha) etc. They're our role models for what? For, making an impact in our lives. An inspiration in it. And possibly a difference. Influenced us to be different. To be, ourselves. I guess the point I'm trying to get across is, be different, to make a difference. Because if we're not making a change, than I guess we're just all the same. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-4744664032953314932?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4744664032953314932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=4744664032953314932' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4744664032953314932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4744664032953314932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/02/whats-difference.html' title='What&apos;s The Difference?'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0mt7vxx-1bc/TVUBbd2zFCI/AAAAAAAAAvo/jJ3wMmERYW4/s72-c/donnelwarhol2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-747998013512291544</id><published>2011-02-08T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T19:34:56.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Don't Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Someone must've slipped a little bit of haterade in my water... I'm gonna do this quickly, because I'm not a negative person but hey, I got feelings too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Things I don't feel...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Pictures of couples wearing Jordans&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;TUMBLR&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Miami Heat&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;When people can't comprehend Change&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;When people do not have the courage to state their opinion to another ones face. And instead going through means of a blog, a tweet, a facebook status, a rumour.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Really tight jeans&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Alcohol&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;The belief that smoking Weed can enhance your artistic and creative ability&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Sensitive dudes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Sensitive artists&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;The debate on what "Real" Hip Hop is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I don't feel the need to write about any of these topics, so I just wanted to list them off, and continue writing some feel-love, feel-good, Life encouraging thannngss. Alright. Thanks. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-747998013512291544?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/747998013512291544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=747998013512291544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/747998013512291544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/747998013512291544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/02/things-i-dont-feel.html' title='Things I Don&apos;t Feel'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-7838135184029668581</id><published>2011-02-04T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T00:26:50.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Saw the Sein</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;George: *looks at woman at the cash register .. "You think she's happy?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Jerry: "Who?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;George: "The Cashier"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Jerry: "Ruthie Cohen?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;George: "You know her name?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Jerry: "Sure"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;George: "I don't think I've ever spoken to her"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Jerry: "Maybe that's why she's happy"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Maybe so, Jerry. Maybe so.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;The debate between, destiny and free will can go on and on and on. How do we know if the cashier is happier without meeting George. How does George know that? If he doesn't say Hi to her, it might me ruining his destiny. What if not saying hi to the cashier IS his destiny? What if saying Hi to her is his destiny? It's too big of a subject, no one wins, but we all live. And we should live, in balance. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-7838135184029668581?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7838135184029668581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=7838135184029668581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/7838135184029668581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/7838135184029668581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-saw-sein.html' title='I Saw the Sein'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-8357109753573553431</id><published>2011-02-01T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T00:33:13.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#manilovemyfam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I can't wait 'til we're all makin' stupid cake doing what we love"&lt;/i&gt; - Les Birch, Creator &amp;amp; Director of &lt;b&gt;Chasing Mood&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;This is the kind of synergy I've been waiting for.. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-8357109753573553431?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8357109753573553431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=8357109753573553431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8357109753573553431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8357109753573553431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/02/manilovemyfam.html' title='#manilovemyfam'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-3157442023737495273</id><published>2011-01-24T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T01:19:47.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sneaker Drive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TT1DzKDoDFI/AAAAAAAAAvY/fUsuz3hn9UI/s1600/IMG_4015.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TT1DzKDoDFI/AAAAAAAAAvY/fUsuz3hn9UI/s400/IMG_4015.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;"Back in the day" I probably would've described myself as a crazy, fun, wild, out-going person. I guess I can still say that about myself, ha. Maybe not "Wild" or "Crazy" but the other ones, yeah. One thing I can describe myself as, and some of you maybe share this with me, is "Sneaker addict". I think I've only made my addiction worse by working at a sneaker store.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Like everyday, I clean my room. I noticed the massive growth of sneaker boxes and sneakers that have took up a quarter of the space in my room. I looked at all my shoes laying around and matched it with the amount of clothes I had. And I thought to myself.. "Man, I need more clothes". Kidding! Nah, I thought, "man what am I gonna do with all these friggin shoes".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;A dude comes up to and He's like.. "I'll give you eternal life". So what else can I say but "YES". So he says "Cool, all you gotta do, is take all your shoes, and distribute them all throughout your city until you have no shoes left but the ones you have on". Of course, my first thought was "Man, this dude must be crazy". How could I live with just 1 pair of shoes for the rest of my life? I mean, anyone would be saddened by the thought of just giving away a pair of Jordan's you spent hard earned money on. But the fact is, we do need to let it go. When we go six feet under in that coffin, we're not taking anything with us. Much less, a pair of shoes.&amp;nbsp;Some people don't even wear their kicks cause they don't want them to get dirty. I will say this once, if you're a real Jordan fan, you'd wear the crap out of them. Cause Jordan did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;So after this encounter with this guy I took every shoe in my closet and packed em up in garbage bags. Left a solid 3 or 4 pair to myself and drove off into the city.. so, next time you're in the downtown east side and you see a dude wearing some bomb ass kicks. Well.. y'know. Shoes are meant to be worn, just how lives, are meant to be lived. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;What's impossible to man, is possible with God. So if you got some kicks you wanna kick out.. I know a lot of people who would love them. Let me know.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-3157442023737495273?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3157442023737495273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=3157442023737495273' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3157442023737495273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3157442023737495273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/01/sneaker-drive.html' title='Sneaker Drive'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TT1DzKDoDFI/AAAAAAAAAvY/fUsuz3hn9UI/s72-c/IMG_4015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-5702449341774510397</id><published>2011-01-17T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T21:46:25.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Free App</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TTUpAydQ0iI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/AN1KykmuuVI/s1600/IMG_5757.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="377" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TTUpAydQ0iI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/AN1KykmuuVI/s400/IMG_5757.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;The iPhone4 has been sold out for weeks and after 2 weeks of checking 4 different fido's everyday, I still don't have one. I guess it doesn't really matter to me, but I mean, you should see my current phone. One word, PrePaid. I've been checking out some of the cool "apps" the iPhone4 has and it's pretty cool. It's like having my macbook in my pocket, pretty much. I got found this one app that wasn't that high on the scale but it sounds pretty dope. It's called Life. The Life App.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Pretty much, it analyzes your daily routine by sound and video recording and retains whatever information or knowledge or skill that you retain. Then with what it recorded, it grades you on how you've applied what you learned in other tasks. The more you apply yourself, the higher grade you get and the more successful you become in actual life. And if you don't then the app deletes itself off your phone and you'll probably die a miserable death. Kinda cool huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Okay y'got me. It's not an iPhone app. Or any digital, electronic mobile phone application. Though, it's the only app you'll ever need. The Life Application. Everyday we feed ourselves and retain a lot of useful stuff. Whether we're in school or sitting at home watching television. A couple years ago I ran into a dude who saw me reading my bible and told me he's read that thing twice, front to back. And read the Qur'an and a bunch of religious books. I was pretty amazed so I asked him what he does? "So what're you, are you a leader of your.. place.. of, worship?" He said "No, I'm an atheist".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;So what was all that reading and researching for? He couldn't have just read that book to impress my 16 year old self sitting in a Starbucks. ha. The knowledge and the skills we retain are useless if we don't apply them. They just sit there and your mind just hoards it all. Today my friend Francebelle said "Well, aren't you good at everything?". Y'know what, I am. I'm good at everything I've applied myself in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;So go try it, it's free. The Life App. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-5702449341774510397?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5702449341774510397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=5702449341774510397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5702449341774510397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5702449341774510397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-free-app.html' title='New Free App'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TTUpAydQ0iI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/AN1KykmuuVI/s72-c/IMG_5757.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-8422336124620255356</id><published>2011-01-15T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T19:09:43.528-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px;"&gt;There's no room for excuses. Excuses are your minds limitations. If you're complaining about a lack of something in your life, you better be from a starving 3rd world country. Oh you're not? Then please.. excuse yourself. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-8422336124620255356?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8422336124620255356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=8422336124620255356' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8422336124620255356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8422336124620255356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/01/theres-no-room-for-excuses.html' title=''/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-6545334023211081208</id><published>2011-01-09T23:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T23:16:23.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tell Me Otherwise</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TSlXFjZ7HwI/AAAAAAAAAvA/OXARnMkuo9g/s1600/treehouse.jpg" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TSlXFjZ7HwI/AAAAAAAAAvA/OXARnMkuo9g/s320/treehouse.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Amidst all the whispering, the closed doors, the quiet rooms, the laughing. In between the fake trust, the fake friends, the fake promises. Above all the street revelations, the laggards and all the external.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;He stands with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;He said, go out and be a fisher of men. He said, be the salt and the light. I am who I am. I'm not who I will be, but I will be who I'll become. Or so whatever He says. You can.. try, and tell me otherwise. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-6545334023211081208?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6545334023211081208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=6545334023211081208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6545334023211081208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6545334023211081208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/01/tell-me-otherwise.html' title='Tell Me Otherwise'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TSlXFjZ7HwI/AAAAAAAAAvA/OXARnMkuo9g/s72-c/treehouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-5341556610555188817</id><published>2011-01-05T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T15:06:49.937-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First of Fifteen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px 'Helvetica Light'; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TST3pPDv-xI/AAAAAAAAAu8/nN-HxkxYRXk/s1600/tumblr_lbwz5oZHkf1qdqlnso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="385" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TST3pPDv-xI/AAAAAAAAAu8/nN-HxkxYRXk/s400/tumblr_lbwz5oZHkf1qdqlnso1_500.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Freeze. A freeze frame of a girl telling me to freeze, and put my hands up. At least, that’s what my brain tells me. It’s funny how my brain associates this action with someone trying to stick me up. Someone trying to shoot me. Or, that this hand is replicating a gun. It could be so many other things. Like, a person counting to three with their hand out, or, an ad for someone who has arthritis and this picture is showing how they can’t do a proper “thumbs up”. I watched an episode of a show on family channel called “Life With Derek” and there was this one episode where the littlest sister was taught that Cows go “wooof” and ducks go “moooo”. What if, pointing your two fingers and sticking your thumb up at someone meant, “I Love You”. What if flippin’ off someone with a middle finger meant “Have a nice day!”. WHAT IF, I started to point my fingers replicating a gun at people while saying “I Love You”. What if I did this so much, that one day, a person who see’s this exact image decides to put this on a hallmark card. And beside all the hearts, and flowers, and pinks, and reds and riddles and jokes and candy and butterflies and kisses, there sits this image. In the middle of it all. And someone picks up this card and puts it in a bouquet of flowers and gives it to their loved one and opens the card with this image, turns their head to the person that gave it to them and says “I Love You too”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;It’s habitual. This hand motion doesn’t have to symbolize a gun. It could symbolize anything you want it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Like a person counting to 3 with their hand out, or, an ad for someone who has arthritis and this picture is showing how they can’t do a proper “thumbs up”. I watched an episode of a show on family channel....- God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PS...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My friend Due, brought up an idea of meeting up, and going into a book and picking out a word and writing about that word for 15 minutes. So we did. The next day we did the same thing, but with images. We sent each other images and for 15 minutes we wrote about what image we sent each other. This was the first image he sent me. And that, up there, is what I wrote. Enjoy. Thanks a lot to my friend Due who brought this idea up and.. Yeah, more about myself and Due's mindventures soon.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; min-height: 12px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-5341556610555188817?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5341556610555188817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=5341556610555188817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5341556610555188817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5341556610555188817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-of-fifteen.html' title='First of Fifteen'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TST3pPDv-xI/AAAAAAAAAu8/nN-HxkxYRXk/s72-c/tumblr_lbwz5oZHkf1qdqlnso1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-6850752494477628159</id><published>2011-01-01T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T15:31:40.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone &amp; Came</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TR-seb6gsTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/xh33hWberI0/s1600/IMG_6114.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TR-seb6gsTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/xh33hWberI0/s400/IMG_6114.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Filter. Selfish. Me. You and I. Ambition. Hard, work. Gone. &amp;amp;. Came. ?uck the world, middle finger attitude.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I left the last 9 years in the last 9 years. And decided not to bring any of it with me into 2010. All I took was a backpack, a camera, my laptop and and pocket full of ambition. It doesn't take, a new year, a new place, new people to become a new you. It just takes, you. I'm not who I once was. But I am who I am. I'm not who I will be, but I will be who I'll become. I came and gone in 2009. I gone and came in 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;There will be no difference between this year, and the next, and the next. 2010 was about Me. Filtering my life. Getting rid of my selfishness. Him and me. Her and I. Knowing that every word has an action. Every ambition, has a purpose, every purpose has a drive that brings me to life. Purpose Driven Life. And nothing beats, hard, work.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;It's all good, it's already understood. I'll be rollin' through the town, two fingers up, put one down, cause I don't five a ?uck. ?uck the world, middle finger attitude. I'm here to do it. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-6850752494477628159?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6850752494477628159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=6850752494477628159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6850752494477628159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6850752494477628159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2011/01/gone-came.html' title='Gone &amp; Came'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TR-seb6gsTI/AAAAAAAAAu4/xh33hWberI0/s72-c/IMG_6114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-7329640661683942515</id><published>2010-12-25T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T13:10:35.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep It Right There</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TRZakRiMEeI/AAAAAAAAAuo/JpPDldYO3PQ/s1600/162700_1768221172192_1439093628_1906500_7553756_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TRZakRiMEeI/AAAAAAAAAuo/JpPDldYO3PQ/s400/162700_1768221172192_1439093628_1906500_7553756_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;The Barroso Christmas party was illlll as usual. And thanks to technology and skype, Lola, who's in vacation in the Philippines for a couple months got to skype with us throughout the entire party. She sat there, right there, in the Philippines, right there, with us in the living room as every cousin and kid opened their present. Right there, as all of us popped in the room, right there, singing christmas carols and even played the exchange gift game. My family, and my cousins were close. This year, we're even closer. Barroso Family, keep it, right there. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TRZcjQQZqjI/AAAAAAAAAus/F9nydLa6B8w/s1600/IMG_5038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TRZcjQQZqjI/AAAAAAAAAus/F9nydLa6B8w/s400/IMG_5038.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;OH, and James on Skype before Lola from Toronto. Miss ya cuz, do your thing in Paris, see you soon bruh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-7329640661683942515?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7329640661683942515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=7329640661683942515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/7329640661683942515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/7329640661683942515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/12/keep-it-right-there.html' title='Keep It Right There'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TRZakRiMEeI/AAAAAAAAAuo/JpPDldYO3PQ/s72-c/162700_1768221172192_1439093628_1906500_7553756_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-5918675070242675513</id><published>2010-12-21T21:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:57:22.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Capsoul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: white; font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 13.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;A message from my 16 year old self:&amp;nbsp;So we fix our eyes on what is seen, but on what is unseen. for what is seen is temporary, and what is unseen is eternal". 2 corinthians 4:18. this world is not my home. im a 'foreigner' here on earth. cause at death i wont be leaving home, ill be going to it.- increase the peace....&lt;br /&gt;I get mad, like any other person would. I get real bummed out. Like any other person would. We all go through rough spots in our lives. Naturally, we get high-spirited when everything is going great. We thank God for how awesome our life is going, go out to eat instead of cookin' in, buy something we don't even really need, like a keychain or a lamp that's shaped like a medieval helmet. I don't know. ha. But when our lives come down a little bit, naturally, we sulk in it. Stress in our stresses. And don't feel that God's not on our side today. And we look up in the sky and say "what the ?uck?".. But please, &amp;nbsp;Don't forget that there is a purpose for everything, even the bad things. Cause sometimes we need to be exhausted, and to subject to utter frustration until we realize he's the only thing that can save us. And He will wait until the right moment for his grace to be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;Cause my dude is thorough.. His plans for you are lengthy, but well conceived. His artistry is slow, but his colours are rich. Those rough spots we enter are just a fraction of our lives if we patiently wait for his cue.. and celebrate the fullness of time. My dude will come through. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-5918675070242675513?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5918675070242675513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=5918675070242675513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5918675070242675513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5918675070242675513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/12/time-capsoul_21.html' title='Time Capsoul'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-998024064143768020</id><published>2010-12-18T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T00:43:01.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day by (birth)Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TQxmDkyJhDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/KgZ3CM6jZpk/s1600/IMG_7230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TQxmDkyJhDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/KgZ3CM6jZpk/s400/IMG_7230.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;It's crazy to think about how long we've been together, without really being together. I told you in my first gift I gave you, nearing 2 years ago, that I wanted to be your best friend before anything else. Well, we got that covered. So I guess all there is to do is keep lovin'.. and what happens when you love?.. It gives you wings.. Happy Birthday. - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-998024064143768020?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/998024064143768020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=998024064143768020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/998024064143768020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/998024064143768020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-by-birthday.html' title='Day by (birth)Day'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TQxmDkyJhDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/KgZ3CM6jZpk/s72-c/IMG_7230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-2243794901225386008</id><published>2010-12-16T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T23:47:01.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Donny"</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/RwcznIvwSEI/AAAAAAAAABA/s3jPgqocyt0/s1600/IMG_1670.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/RwcznIvwSEI/AAAAAAAAABA/s3jPgqocyt0/s400/IMG_1670.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vic, Me, Jobair. The best homies, the illest co-worker.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;"Donnel.. is it cool if I call you 'Donny'?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I remember that September when I moved to Burnaby from East Van, it was my first recess in the 4th grade and this dude asks me that question up there. I don't even remember saying if it was cool or not but I just ran with it. In the schoolyard, they called me "Donny". And it carried onto high school. I guess it just caught on when my dudes from elementary would call me Donny during class. And my teachers all had their little variations from Donny Brasco, Donny Darko, Donzer, Donzilla, Doneezy(Yeah, P.E. teacher came up with that one) etc. etc. It's been, I don't know, 4 years since the 12th grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Fast forward to now.. I walk into work, bed-headed and groggy. Put on my XL blue shirt and get on the floor.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;"Yo, Donny, can you check how much that jacket at the top is?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px;"&gt;hah.. I guess God's brought me full circle. And brought me back to the place that I've missed the most. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-2243794901225386008?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2243794901225386008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=2243794901225386008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2243794901225386008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2243794901225386008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/12/donny.html' title='&quot;Donny&quot;'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/RwcznIvwSEI/AAAAAAAAABA/s3jPgqocyt0/s72-c/IMG_1670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-6049697923267804676</id><published>2010-12-16T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T23:30:41.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PDA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I'm not really into public displays of affection, but, I'm in love with You - ... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TQsQWsiityI/AAAAAAAAAuY/s5gspOreaMI/s1600/IMG_7220.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TQsQWsiityI/AAAAAAAAAuY/s5gspOreaMI/s640/IMG_7220.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-6049697923267804676?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6049697923267804676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=6049697923267804676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6049697923267804676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6049697923267804676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/12/pda.html' title='PDA'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TQsQWsiityI/AAAAAAAAAuY/s5gspOreaMI/s72-c/IMG_7220.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-760254666535423471</id><published>2010-12-12T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T23:32:52.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Fight the War</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TKwdyXLBG2I/AAAAAAAAAsk/PQpRNFgaXLE/s1600/IMG_4839.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="371" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TKwdyXLBG2I/AAAAAAAAAsk/PQpRNFgaXLE/s400/IMG_4839.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Y'know, sometimes I think I got it locked down and that I'd never forget what I learned. Then it comes and hits me from a different angle and then here I am writing the same blog I wrote 5 years ago. But 5 years ago I probably would've metaphorically compared this to homework or high school. Now I'm writing about love and patience and struggle and love. I hate it when people say they don't want to grow up and how they hate it. Though growing into a new skin and learning things in a completely new way, is probably one of the greatest things this life can offer. Beauty of age. Hash-tag that muthasuckas. Anyways, quick message:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;They always say to "pick your battles". I guess "they're" right. I guess what they meant to say was, to make your sacrifices. You gotta lose some, to win some. You gotta lose some, to win it all. We can't win every battle and most of the time it's not worth it. It's okay to fight for the little things. We might win some. but don't always fight for what's right now. Fight for what's right. Fight the War. Fight for, forever. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-760254666535423471?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/760254666535423471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=760254666535423471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/760254666535423471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/760254666535423471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-fight-war.html' title='I Fight the War'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TKwdyXLBG2I/AAAAAAAAAsk/PQpRNFgaXLE/s72-c/IMG_4839.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-4554437571590147898</id><published>2010-12-08T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T18:51:48.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I was Superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TQBDyceqfsI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yCWDKz8WTZw/s1600/IMG_5926.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TQBDyceqfsI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yCWDKz8WTZw/s400/IMG_5926.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"We're not Superheroes, but we're pretty ?uckin' close" - Nonducor&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;If I was superman, I'd be able to finish my daily schedule in less time than it requires. I'd be able to perform my tasks with perfection. I'd be able to juggle 4 different projects at the same time and have a day time job. I could do a lot of things if I was superman. But if I was Superman, I think I'd be too busy being a superhero and saving the world. Not that I have anything against saving the world. But if I had the chance to be Superman, I'd give it to the next guy. "Cause there's no other nigguh than I'd rather be than me". &amp;nbsp;During interviews, people always ask celebrities if they'd ever trade their life for a "normal" one. Most, if not all, say no. Cause why would they trade a life that they love? Even if it's for x-ray vision, flying, and tights. - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-4554437571590147898?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4554437571590147898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=4554437571590147898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4554437571590147898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4554437571590147898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/12/if-i-was-superman.html' title='If I was Superman'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TQBDyceqfsI/AAAAAAAAAuU/yCWDKz8WTZw/s72-c/IMG_5926.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-2807814963333313059</id><published>2010-11-30T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:10:00.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>?uestlife</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TPXUF0lG5pI/AAAAAAAAAuE/N3MTPyF4_1U/s1600/whiteback2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="306" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TPXUF0lG5pI/AAAAAAAAAuE/N3MTPyF4_1U/s400/whiteback2.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up? What do you want to do for the rest of your life? Who are you? What is love? What is life? What do you believe in? Who do you believe in? etc. etc. etc.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I find the most difficult questions for the most of us, are the easiest for me to answer. There's never any second guessing, just diligent prayer &amp;amp; deliberate practise. Living. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-2807814963333313059?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2807814963333313059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=2807814963333313059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2807814963333313059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2807814963333313059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/11/uestlife.html' title='?uestlife'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TPXUF0lG5pI/AAAAAAAAAuE/N3MTPyF4_1U/s72-c/whiteback2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-8516966877130981503</id><published>2010-11-24T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T22:28:09.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a Man about it</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TKGQ46VbhuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/hQ3_hV3R1Rs/s1600/IMG_4833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TKGQ46VbhuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/hQ3_hV3R1Rs/s400/IMG_4833.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wish I could still play at this court, damn snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;My father and I have different views on what it is to be a man. My father tells me, to be a man is to get an education, attain a stable job, marry a woman, produce lovely children, support them, and consistently do that last one. That without a doubt is what it is to be a man and mature into a man. But, being in a new era, I feel there is another way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;My transition from a boy to a man is simply this, Create More, Consume Less.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Boys try to find themselves in what they&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;buy&lt;/i&gt;; men find themselves in what they&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;do&lt;/i&gt;. Boys base their identity on what they&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;consume&lt;/i&gt;; men base their identity on what they&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;create&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Growing up doesn't always mean putting yourself in a business suit. Being a man doesn't mean just looking the part. Not just, being the part. But working for it. It means taking an active role in the world. Making an impact, in your community, your relationships, your family. Creating landscapes. Inspiring ambitions. Being of service to others, not only for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think I'm kinda far off still from the whole creating a family and children. So, for now I think I'll stick to creating an experience for other people, through my art, through this blog, through my writing, creating my character everyday. Creating your world, instead of consuming it. Living for you, through me. There is more to life than ourselves. Be a Man about it. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-8516966877130981503?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8516966877130981503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=8516966877130981503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8516966877130981503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8516966877130981503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/11/be-man-about-it.html' title='Be a Man about it'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TKGQ46VbhuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/hQ3_hV3R1Rs/s72-c/IMG_4833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-3001144324037343895</id><published>2010-11-20T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T00:27:35.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Snap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TOd9NKRmq8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/2wrP-rmqH1U/s1600/head4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TOd9NKRmq8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/2wrP-rmqH1U/s640/head4.jpg" width="425" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TOd-vkXNJlI/AAAAAAAAAt4/BHA5ArgBDG0/s1600/street1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TOd-vkXNJlI/AAAAAAAAAt4/BHA5ArgBDG0/s640/street1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TOeBGrZB4zI/AAAAAAAAAt8/g2gk5VPUHZI/s1600/wall1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="554" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TOeBGrZB4zI/AAAAAAAAAt8/g2gk5VPUHZI/s640/wall1.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Click on pictures for full image&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 16.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Last Sunday I did an editorial style shoot for Daynah's school project. These weren't the ones she chose, I don't think. She texted me this morning saying that her teacher loved the photo's and said her photographer was stellar. Despite this stupid weather, I'm still joyful for these photo's. I &amp;nbsp;underestimate, and don't think much of myself when it comes to photography. This was actually my first time working shooting in this type of scenario, and I want to thank Daynah for asking me to do this. Thanks. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-3001144324037343895?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3001144324037343895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=3001144324037343895' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3001144324037343895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3001144324037343895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/11/oh-snap.html' title='Oh, Snap'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TOd9NKRmq8I/AAAAAAAAAt0/2wrP-rmqH1U/s72-c/head4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-393897295671734523</id><published>2010-11-19T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T23:40:57.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Never put a woman in a box. She can be whomever she wants. It's a duty of a man to encourage her ambitions. That's it. That's it. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-393897295671734523?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/393897295671734523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=393897295671734523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/393897295671734523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/393897295671734523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/11/never-put-woman-in-box.html' title=''/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-2614271746858994676</id><published>2010-11-16T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T00:50:35.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pets, Socks, Rice and Haircuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TIsiephMj2I/AAAAAAAAAq8/m82KuYyGFL4/s1600/IMG_4101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TIsiephMj2I/AAAAAAAAAq8/m82KuYyGFL4/s400/IMG_4101.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I love Pets, Socks, Rice &amp;amp; Haircuts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I love my dog and rice cookers. I wear socks and give myself haircuts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I like pets. I used to be deathly afraid of dogs. I used to live next to a dude who owned two pitbulls and a rottweiler. But now I'm a dog owner. I love pets because they're not phony. They're not full of crap, nor are they apologetic, pathetic pussies. If they have a beard, funky hair, no tail, bushy tail or bad breathe, they work it. Sometimes they feel nervous, excited, and maybe a bit embarrassed and it's usually solved by a wet stain on your carpet or a smell plastic bag. It's funny that we can love our pets so much and hold so much emotion for them but they don't feel anything for us. But we make ourselves think that our pets are our best friends and if we were trapped in a burning building, our 8 pound shitzhu is gonna be the first one to try and pull us out. pft. But, I'd like to think my 8 pound shitzhu would do that for me. I love pets.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Socks are my undying clothing obsession. I think I have too many socks. I like solid, odd coloured, bright socks. It's like, your indoor shoe. Some might ask me, Why do you care for such a clothing item that is rarely even seen when you wear them? Well, you might not ever see my socks because I wear pants 365 days a year but wearing nice socks gives me that feeling of comfortability. Much like God, and the wind. You never really see them, but you can feel them. Today I'm wearing dark green socks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I'm asian. I'm filipino. What else can I say about rice? I like rice. It goes good with every dish my mother makes. I used to eat rice, and ketchup. That's it. Rice, the foundation of my life, my culture, my home.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I ran into my friend Lou on the skytrain and the first thing he said was "I hate the feeling of freshly cut hair". Cutting my own hair is a chore I'd love to do everyday if it didn't result in my having no hair at all by the end of it. I've been cutting my own hair for the past 2 years and I couldn't be more happier. I apologize to Barbara(my hairdresser). One day, I will get a proper haircut. Good hair always impresses me. As much as I like hair, I envy those baldheaded dudes who don't have to worry 'bout any of that. Like, Michael Jordan. 'nough said. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;(inspired by Andrea Rosen, thank you for reminding me to write, because I love writing, and love writing about, stuff)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-2614271746858994676?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2614271746858994676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=2614271746858994676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2614271746858994676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2614271746858994676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/11/pets-socks-rice-and-haircuts.html' title='Pets, Socks, Rice and Haircuts'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TIsiephMj2I/AAAAAAAAAq8/m82KuYyGFL4/s72-c/IMG_4101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-5085065020508130080</id><published>2010-11-10T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:31:15.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sample</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I never quit&amp;nbsp;I never quit I never quit&amp;nbsp;I never quit I never quit&amp;nbsp;I never quit I never quit&amp;nbsp;I never quit&amp;nbsp;I never quit&amp;nbsp;I never quit&amp;nbsp;I never quit *scratch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Excuses and promises sound like broken records. But so does ambition. So does patience. So does, hard earned, over easy, love. Some of us don't quit. We fall, and get back up. Fall and get back up. Get back up, and fly. I never knew there were rules to how we're suppose to live. I don't think there are rules to how many times I can say "I love you" in one minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;We over, think. Because we're conscious of the worlds rules. Conscious by popular belief. But there's no harm to "dust yourself off and try again, &amp;nbsp;You can dust yourself off and try again, try again". Just for exSample. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-5085065020508130080?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5085065020508130080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=5085065020508130080' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5085065020508130080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5085065020508130080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/11/sample.html' title='Sample'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-6312660857713169098</id><published>2010-11-05T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T02:07:46.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At 2am</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/znPdQt5_afU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/znPdQt5_afU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I have trouble sleeping. So does Lou. Here's our cover of "Trouble Sleeping" by Corinne Bailey Rae.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Don't forget to &lt;a href="http://star-connect.com/polls/breakout-star-of-the-year-pool-1/"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px color: #001ba6; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;VOTE FOR LOU PAPA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for Breakout Star of the Year! - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-6312660857713169098?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6312660857713169098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=6312660857713169098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6312660857713169098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6312660857713169098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/11/at-2am.html' title='At 2am'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-2206243060613692796</id><published>2010-11-01T21:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T21:50:41.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I bet everyone thinks they're deep. Yeah. Yeah, that's it man. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-2206243060613692796?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2206243060613692796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=2206243060613692796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2206243060613692796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2206243060613692796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-bet-everyone-thinks-theyre-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-344270232921255629</id><published>2010-10-27T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:33:05.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Left me, typeless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;dt class="comment-author " id="c2000463086455556171" style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9px; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0.5em;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TGCmofF5ScI/AAAAAAAAAp4/gS2wtcQsJs4/s1600/IMG_2528.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TGCmofF5ScI/AAAAAAAAAp4/gS2wtcQsJs4/s400/IMG_2528.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 9.0px Helvetica; line-height: 14.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 9.0px Helvetica; line-height: 14.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 9.0px Helvetica; line-height: 14.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; font: normal normal normal 9px/normal Helvetica; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Anonymous said...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 9.0px Helvetica; line-height: 14.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 6.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;donnel, this is the first time reading ur blogs and i've gone through from ur newest to old. just had to stop for a sec to say that ur amazing. and i mean it! i loved everything i've read so far. ur so real and so deep. and wow this comment is so corny! haha but for real, i love what ur doing. keep it up, i'll be reading :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font: 9.0px Helvetica; line-height: 14.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 6.0px 0.0px; min-height: 11.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 9.0px Helvetica; line-height: 14.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 6.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Last night, I found this. I guess it doesn't matter who wrote it. But whoever did. I just want to say, Thank you.. xInfinity. I think all of us consume so much in this world and hardly give anything back. With all this "reposted", TUMBLR, "liked", "reblogged" bullshit going around, I'm proud to say that whatever comes out from here, is straight from me. And it's just a small contribution for the world. I can only hope, someone can read my blog and not only consume, but let it pass through them.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: white; font: 9.0px Helvetica; line-height: 14.0px; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 6.0px 0.0px; min-height: 11.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Trebuchet, 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; font: normal normal normal 9px/normal Helvetica; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;They said "I love what ur doing". I said, What am I doing? Oh yeah, that's right. I'm doing me. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/dt&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-344270232921255629?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/344270232921255629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=344270232921255629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/344270232921255629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/344270232921255629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/10/left-me-typeless.html' title='Left me, typeless.'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TGCmofF5ScI/AAAAAAAAAp4/gS2wtcQsJs4/s72-c/IMG_2528.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-8141472850341682396</id><published>2010-10-24T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:36:21.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think I Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TMUbZ3PKGFI/AAAAAAAAAto/Vl845eBQVPo/s1600/IMG_2206.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TMUbZ3PKGFI/AAAAAAAAAto/Vl845eBQVPo/s400/IMG_2206.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;“Ya think?” My least favorite sarcastic phrase. What is so wrong about uncertainty. I think it’s okay to just, think, so. Some people say that there are no in betweens. It’s either you do, or you don’t. Yes or a no. In or out. Up or down etc. Are we all afraid to wonder? Are we all insecure to appear, uncertain? Is that why we don’t raise our hand when we have an answer to a question we, kinda, know? What I do know, is that we all didn’t come out of our mothers vagine knowing how to ride bikes and fly like a G6. What I think, is that uncertainty is the greatest handicap (if I could call it that) we can have in our lives. Because if we knew everything, what is there left to do? All there is to do, when we don’t know is to seek, to know. To ask, to know. To think, to know. To pray, to know. Or wait, to be surprised at what we find out. Atleast I know that. I think.&amp;nbsp;- God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-8141472850341682396?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/8141472850341682396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=8141472850341682396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8141472850341682396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/8141472850341682396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-think-i-know.html' title='I Think I Know'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TMUbZ3PKGFI/AAAAAAAAAto/Vl845eBQVPo/s72-c/IMG_2206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-2441164089807532934</id><published>2010-10-24T00:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T00:09:19.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infinite Playlist</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TMEtSuJAIEI/AAAAAAAAAtg/3BBI9zbHEYU/s1600/IMG_5187.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TMEtSuJAIEI/AAAAAAAAAtg/3BBI9zbHEYU/s400/IMG_5187.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;"Mine and Hers"..(for now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Still Got It - Drake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Shut It Down - Drake&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;What's My Name - Rihanna ft. Drake&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Deuces - Chris Brown&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;No Bullshit - Chris Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;In The Cut - Wiz Khalifa&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Ambitious Girl - Wale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Aston Martin Music - Rick Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Oo - Up Dharma Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;John Wayne Gacy Jr. - Sufjan Stevens&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Ragged Wood - Fleet Foxes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 13.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Feelin' Myself - Nipsey Hu$$le&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px;"&gt;I think it's amazing how much music plays a big part in all of our lives. How a mixture of songs can give us a mixture of feelings and memories. How a line from a song can sum up our entire life. I guess that's why married couples have a "song". A song that describes how they met, how they fell in love, how they fought and how they're going to spend the rest of their lives together. I guess that's why we have a "song". With lyrics that make you feel like they're written for you. Lyrics that make you feel like you should have written them. And then there's music that takes us to places we've never been. To places that don't even exist. If you could sum up your life from your earliest memory to present day in songs.. what's would be your infinite playlist?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Donnel's Infinite Playlist:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Father Me - Graham Kendrick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Drive Myself Crazy - N'Sync&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Bonita Applebaum - A Tribe Called Quest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;The Light(remix) - Common ft. Erykah Badu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;H to the Izzo - Jay - Z&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Just A Friend - Mario&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Room For Squares(album) - John Mayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Hot Thing - Talib Kweli&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Selfish - Slum Village&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;All Falls Down - Kanye West&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;What's Golden - Jurrasic 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Baby Phat - De la Soul&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Make You Feel That Way - Blackalicious&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Heavens Lost Without You - Dwele&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Come Close(Remix) - Common ft. Pharrell, Q-tip, Erykah Badu&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Caught Fire - The Used&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Red Letter Day - The Get Up Kids&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Middle of Nowhere - Hot Hot Heat&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Da Rockwilder - Meth and Red&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;You Don't Know My Name - Alicia Keys&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Flake - Jack Johnson&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Weekend Love - Dwele&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Never Been In Love - Talib Kweli&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Inside Out - United Hillsongs&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Throw Some D's (remix) - Rich Boy ft. Andre 3000, Jim Jones, Nelly, The Game&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Light it Up - Choclair&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Northern Touch - Choclair, Rascalz, Kardinall Offishall, Thrust&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Just Gotta Make It - Trey Songz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;BE(album) - Common&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Set Phasers to Stun - Taking Back Sunday&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Keep Ya Head Up - Tupac Shakur&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;Soulstar(Album) - Musiq Soulchild&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;EVERYTHING &amp;amp; ANYTHING BY AND FEATURING THE MIGHTY ROOTS CREW&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I think I'ma end there.. this list of songs doesn't even go past the 10th grade.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-2441164089807532934?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2441164089807532934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=2441164089807532934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2441164089807532934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2441164089807532934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/10/infinite-playlist.html' title='Infinite Playlist'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TMEtSuJAIEI/AAAAAAAAAtg/3BBI9zbHEYU/s72-c/IMG_5187.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-4217177853414928840</id><published>2010-10-19T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T21:21:04.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Octobers Own</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/15957903" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/15957903"&gt;October&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/donnelbecause"&gt;Donnel Barroso&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;From turning 20 to 21, has been one of the greatest years of birth to date. All thanks to, a lot of things. God is Love. God is Love. God is Love. Gotta be KD. - god is love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-4217177853414928840?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4217177853414928840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=4217177853414928840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4217177853414928840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4217177853414928840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/10/octobers-own.html' title='Octobers Own'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-2971445620400965376</id><published>2010-10-16T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-16T01:41:38.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frost, Robert</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TLlkkHC60-I/AAAAAAAAAtU/hWVeXlqPiQk/s1600/IMG_2923.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TLlkkHC60-I/AAAAAAAAAtU/hWVeXlqPiQk/s400/IMG_2923.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;"I was never good at MATH or SCIENCE and all of that stuff. I wasn't even good at Social Studies. I didn't even try at Art. I didn't even take art, or photography in school. I went into Health Care. I like it, I love it. I know a job, is a job and I shouldn't feel bad but I do. I do feel bad when I get a job over women and men who need the job to support a family. To survive in this country. And they're probably praying their hearts out every night hoping they get this job and some kid like me gets it and I spend that money, that would feed two children, pay rent, save a life... on a pair of Jordans, a 35 dollar plain black toque.. This is why I chose you. I chose you. I chose the minimum wage when over above average because I'd like to deserve something. I'd like to not be yelled at for not knowing what hard work is and just do it. Do what? Work hard. I'd like to go the long way because I can. Because I'm young. I took the road more travelled by. Because my parents parents parents, and my parents parents and my parents are all wondering, after they're done, being here, Who, will, take, over." - Donnel Barroso from &lt;i&gt;NONDUCOR YEARBOOK 2010: We Made it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-2971445620400965376?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/2971445620400965376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=2971445620400965376' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2971445620400965376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/2971445620400965376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/10/frost-robert.html' title='Frost, Robert'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TLlkkHC60-I/AAAAAAAAAtU/hWVeXlqPiQk/s72-c/IMG_2923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-3839980853945122042</id><published>2010-10-13T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:47:30.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;The prophets came to their house and Jesse brought out all his biggest and strongest sons. Left David to tend the sheep. With every son, the prophets said "No, God says this isn't the king". They asked Jesse, "do you not have any more sons?". Jesse said, Yeah, I do. But it's just David. He couldn't be a king, he's small and is not fit to be a king. He's a great shepherd but a king? No way. (obviously I just paraphrased this whole thing, but the story is correct)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;"So, what are the rules?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;"The only rule is, that there is no rules"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;How many times have we heard that in a movie or television show? With this story of David and that quote, go hand in hand. David's dad thought that he wasn't good enough to be a king. He didn't look like a king, he's not strong enough, or big enough to be king. So he ruled him out of the race. And as the story tells, David is the King. And ends up being one of the greatest kings at that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Sometimes we rule each other out of things, because we don't think we "fits". Sometimes, we rule ourselves out because we don't think we "can". But the thing is, if the shoe doesn't fit, try on another size. I would have never thought in a million years I'd be where I am today, doing what I do. In pursuing your dream in our lives, we can never rule ourselves out. We may not be the best, or the most qualified but it doesn't mean you can't live your dream. They say our lives are what we make of it, right? So, what're you waiting for? - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7531304664207771016-3839980853945122042?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3839980853945122042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=3839980853945122042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3839980853945122042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3839980853945122042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/10/david.html' title='David'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-6459285951771734534</id><published>2010-10-11T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T17:49:45.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TLOwToX6wpI/AAAAAAAAAtI/JzC5XTGpNM8/s1600/IMG_4974.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TLOwToX6wpI/AAAAAAAAAtI/JzC5XTGpNM8/s400/IMG_4974.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;- God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-6459285951771734534?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6459285951771734534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=6459285951771734534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6459285951771734534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6459285951771734534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/10/god-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TLOwToX6wpI/AAAAAAAAAtI/JzC5XTGpNM8/s72-c/IMG_4974.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-7888343323297228082</id><published>2010-10-10T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T16:45:10.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I try to stay thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TLFXR3WdZwI/AAAAAAAAAss/swEx2jcZj94/s1600/IMG_4434.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TLFXR3WdZwI/AAAAAAAAAss/swEx2jcZj94/s400/IMG_4434.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TLJMFFBkGmI/AAAAAAAAAs0/TUW2VZy4cQQ/s1600/IMG_4970.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TLJMFFBkGmI/AAAAAAAAAs0/TUW2VZy4cQQ/s400/IMG_4970.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TLJOVtsCN0I/AAAAAAAAAtA/D-GViEGFi90/s1600/IMG_0715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="275" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TLJOVtsCN0I/AAAAAAAAAtA/D-GViEGFi90/s400/IMG_0715.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Of course, there are many more things I'm thankful for this year and this thanksgiving. But blog spot isn't going to allow me to put a picture up of everything and all your smilin' faces. Most of all I want to thank God for blessing me in this life with great people, and the greatest parents. Happy Thanksgiving, enjoy your turkeys. I'm finna grab seconds on this stuffing. Have a great weekend. Give thanks. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-7888343323297228082?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/7888343323297228082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=7888343323297228082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/7888343323297228082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/7888343323297228082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-try-to-stay-thankful.html' title='I try to stay thankful'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TLFXR3WdZwI/AAAAAAAAAss/swEx2jcZj94/s72-c/IMG_4434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-3446278504529566364</id><published>2010-10-05T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T00:26:45.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May, be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TKmHzgMj2QI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Ov1BeKYe-b4/s1600/IMG_4868.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TKmHzgMj2QI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Ov1BeKYe-b4/s400/IMG_4868.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;Maybe we could sleep in, and I could cook breakfast. Maybe we could sneak around in the night. Maybe we sit under the hanger and make plans to swim across the river we look over. Maybe we could watch a movie, maybe we could watch two. Maybe I could take you on a plane with me to a place that we both don't know. To a place we both want to be. Maybe, we could run away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;What I've learned for certain, is that not everything is for certain. And a maybe, is really just what may, be. I've learned to trust that. A maybe is better than a yes, better than a no. Because a yes and a no let's you see the end of the road. But you never see what makes it. You may not see &amp;nbsp;when the dirt road turns into concrete, or when the inner street turns into a highway. So I'll take a maybe, so He may, will what may, be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;So maybe, we'll sleep in. Or maybe, we'll F.I.L.A.. - God is Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-3446278504529566364?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/3446278504529566364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=3446278504529566364' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3446278504529566364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/3446278504529566364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/10/may-be.html' title='May, be.'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TKmHzgMj2QI/AAAAAAAAAsg/Ov1BeKYe-b4/s72-c/IMG_4868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-1403922177845917639</id><published>2010-10-02T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T21:44:03.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember, to show your work</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="300" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/15350655" width="400"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/15350655"&gt;sweep vancouver - test footage&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/nonducor"&gt;Nonducor&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;testing testing, 1, 2, 3. - God is Love&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-1403922177845917639?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/1403922177845917639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=1403922177845917639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1403922177845917639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/1403922177845917639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/10/remember-to-show-your-work.html' title='Remember, to show your work'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-4161396328533380776</id><published>2010-09-28T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T14:30:47.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Break: Flat Soda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;I hear on the radio and read about random things we do in life that pertain to what kind of person we are. I don't really believe in those kind of things, but I do have reasons why I do certain things because of my personality. I like flat soda. I don't drink soda often but when I do, I like it flat. I like cold pizza. I guess mainly with food, I'll eat anything as long as it's not expired or has something growing from it. I think as a person I learned not to care about what state a piece of food is, or a person is. As long as they're still there. With people, I don't mind if you don't like anything I like, or that if you're a friend that comes and goes, or one that, went. It's not going to change they way I see you. It doesn't change my consideration of you or someone elses status in my life.. you come out, the same way you came in. The doors always open. - God is love&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/7531304664207771016-4161396328533380776?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/4161396328533380776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=4161396328533380776' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4161396328533380776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/4161396328533380776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/09/on-my-break-flat-soda.html' title='On My Break: Flat Soda'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-5496446444364290581</id><published>2010-09-28T00:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T00:06:50.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'til the lights go out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TKGQ46VbhuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/hQ3_hV3R1Rs/s1600/IMG_4833.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TKGQ46VbhuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/hQ3_hV3R1Rs/s640/IMG_4833.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I never knew how physical discipline could contribute to my mental, and emotional well being. I'm most definitely not going to be getting any gym membership or protein powder. But without P.E., without dance, what I got is, 1 hour, a leather sphere, a caged square.. and a lot of peace. 12 is when the lights go out. - God is love &amp;amp; basketball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-5496446444364290581?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5496446444364290581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=5496446444364290581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5496446444364290581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5496446444364290581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/09/til-lights-go-out.html' title='&apos;til the lights go out'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TKGQ46VbhuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/hQ3_hV3R1Rs/s72-c/IMG_4833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-5643204518900215932</id><published>2010-09-26T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T20:22:58.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Witness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;There comes a point in your life where you do have to become conscious of the world. When you're one of those people that don't give a ?uck about a lot. We can go through life, not caring at all what people think. We can't go through life not wondering what they do think. We have points in our lives where we will ourselves to make changes. There are things in our past that we didn't have patience to grow into. There are times when we think all our decisions are correct. When we feel we have total control. We shouldn't have full control of our lives. No one man should have all that Power. Yeah, I was an asshole and I was loud and obnoxious and gave out my time to people that I wanted to matter in my life and gave less attention to the ones that I should have. I used to pray selfishly and always ask God for a way out. Because I knew what was lessening in me was hurting him. And what I was praying for shouldn't even be considered as a prayer, God, stop hurting yourself by hurting me. And that was my cry for a while. I was ignorant. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;So I took a good year off for myself. I didn't work. I didn't drive nowhere. I listened more than I spoke. I stopped showing up. I got a new phone, that only 5 people knew. I worked in my church. I worked at home. Really thought about the changes I needed to make and the representation of my life. I wanted to be a witness to other people. People that I've done wrong. People that have been there. New people that I meet. I'm not going to make every person change what they think of who I am, but my present day living is a testimony to how my changes were made. I'm not going to touch every person out there and everyone that I come into contact with, but I hope my actions and my words plant that seed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;I still don't care for what people think of me. And the things I do. I can't change that. But I can change how the message comes out. And the message. How I write my blogs.&amp;nbsp;And take advantage of the positions I'm in to make the world I'm in more positive. I haven't gone through a lot. I hope none of us ever have to go through, addictions, prison, STD's.. etc. Don't let yourself fool yourself that in order for things to be true, it has to happen to you. We're all witnesses in each others lives, it's the truth, and it doesn't matter what we think of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;I thrive off of wanting to be honest, in everything that I do. I'm a quieter person now, and I hope people can pick up on my non verbal cues. I might do things that may seem off, or offensive, It doesn't mean that I'm wrong but I think there are times when things have to be done at a certain time for people to accept it properly. You gotta come with a lot of patience. The key to changing perception, is changing it for real. - God is Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-5643204518900215932?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/5643204518900215932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=5643204518900215932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5643204518900215932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/5643204518900215932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/09/witness.html' title='Witness'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7531304664207771016.post-619573599877770748</id><published>2010-09-25T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T00:32:11.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popular Belief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;I think I've misplaced my creative writing parts of my brain somewhere, but here's what I found.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Roll a spliff to the ones that "Do what they love.. ?uck everything else" - Dwayne from Little Miss Sunshine. Little Miss Sunshine is one of the only movies I own on dvd. I caught it on television earlier this evening. For the past year, I've been really big on individuality and expression. From the past years I've learned how quick people come to conclusions. Formulate judgements. Put 2 and 18 together to make up a truth that's a lie. But. truth is, none of that matters. Because people are going to do, what they do. When they want to, and who they want to do it with. (Yeah yeah, that's what she said). That was the people on the outside looking in.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Here's one for the people on the Inside, looking, in. Thank you. What're you doing? What are you doing? 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TI77rXFj4FI/AAAAAAAAArM/3hH3eFBeEq8/s1600/IMG_4538.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TI77rXFj4FI/AAAAAAAAArM/3hH3eFBeEq8/s400/IMG_4538.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 10px;"&gt;When I was alone I was very good at ignoring my convictions. My father told me my senselessness would leave me cents less. Everyone around me felt so pretentious. And that loneliness is what turned me against them. I ask God, "Why WHY have you sent them?!". Exhale and ask God "Please, Bless them". My troubles, I thought they were best kept, in the hearts of people who reject them. Murder murder, facebook friend requests, ignore and reject. Done from A-Z who the fuck is next? Twitter Tweetin who reads the text. @yourelazy @lyricsfromasong @subliminalmessagetotheboywhothrewawaymyheart.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Do you know do you know what a life is? Do you know do you know more than 2 white kids? Do you know do you know what plight is? Pass me the rock..pass me the ball, ya'll think it's a game, ya'll can have it all. I would never wish another brother the top of the world cause all you get is money, cars, good weed and girls. 1 good party and your whole life is brighter, 1 good club night your whole click invited, but happens when you become a 1 nighter? Oh Maker can you lead me to the pearls of this world.. help me make her a pearl in my world rather than putting pearls on this girl. Oh Maker I hear your voice loud, and even in this drunk crowd like... "you fancy huh.. you fancy huh.. you fancy huh...you're dancin' huh, youre nancy huh, we're dancing huh, you fancy huh, I cant be a, 'nother face at this club, cause I'm dancin huh... with my shackles off. I'm a free free man, Oh maker can you please get me, paid for my bail but this world is tempting. I know you got a purpose to put me on this earths surface but I'm wonderin' I'm wonderin' if this is all worth it. You gave me my confidant, she gon' be my partner. I'll come across constituents that there'll be a lot of. Put me against my comrades cause I don't need this many contacts... Oh Maker tell these people tell these people that I'm back, I'm back, I'm back, I'm back, I'm back... but I've been here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 12.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 10.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Oh Maker, keepin' me heavy on the G.R.I.N.D. .. and still find it amazing that your love is mine. - "God is Love".. tattooed on my chest so I never will forget again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7531304664207771016-6153586196993787177?l=readingisfree.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/feeds/6153586196993787177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7531304664207771016&amp;postID=6153586196993787177' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6153586196993787177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7531304664207771016/posts/default/6153586196993787177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://readingisfree.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-maker.html' title='Oh, Maker'/><author><name>?onnel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17381264975648472236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/S2IbIIUkr1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/y5twJkGdv60/s1600-R/PB234707-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pNVOQThI90o/TI77rXFj4FI/AAAAAAAAArM/3hH3eFBeEq8/s72-c/IMG_4538.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
