<?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-5750985348798380437</id><updated>2011-09-28T13:16:55.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Abbreviated Nightmares and Extended Dreams"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-2762224553710642695</id><published>2010-12-31T01:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T01:06:48.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the big deal?</title><content type='html'>New years is just another day! Call me bitter but I don't see the big deal. People shouldn't have to wait a whole year to turn their life around! New Years is just an excuse for people to get drunk and make unrealistic resolutions for the up coming year that rarely come true for most. This New Years I'm going to stay home alone and stay away from the nonsense...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-2762224553710642695?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2762224553710642695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2762224553710642695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-big-deal.html' title='What&apos;s the big deal?'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-917157463972362404</id><published>2010-12-30T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T15:12:19.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MONSTER!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3WL-J0uo7_Y?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/3WL-J0uo7_Y?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-917157463972362404?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/917157463972362404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/917157463972362404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/12/monster.html' title='MONSTER!!!'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-4816993119558928425</id><published>2010-12-30T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T02:36:29.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Additional days</title><content type='html'>Can't sleep! My sleeping pattern is off! My life just did a 360... I'll just live it until I can't no more! Welcome to my world&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-4816993119558928425?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4816993119558928425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4816993119558928425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/12/additional-days.html' title='Additional days'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-4053954927552359666</id><published>2010-12-28T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T04:20:34.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe it's day 2</title><content type='html'>Just leave me to my lonesome! If I can't have you I don't want no one else!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-4053954927552359666?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4053954927552359666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4053954927552359666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-believe-its-day-2.html' title='I believe it&apos;s day 2'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-4856483489297231140</id><published>2010-12-18T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T18:11:43.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days like this...</title><content type='html'>So I'm sitting in my room watching the news and it hit me! I need to go do something productive. School is out and I should be living it up but instead I'm not; I'm sitting here waiting on Paul to bring me egg rolls so I can continue doing absolutely nothing. Actually I wouldn't mind being in the house if my Xbox worked properly. Oh well, I'll just continue to watch the news and see how fucked up this world is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-4856483489297231140?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4856483489297231140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4856483489297231140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/12/days-like-this.html' title='Days like this...'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-8449704808267164955</id><published>2010-11-28T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:21:13.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonton...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;devil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, your my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;angel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, your my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're my now, you're my forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, your my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;jail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're my lies, your my truth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You're my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;, you're my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;truce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your my questions, your my proof,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Your my stress, and your my masseuse&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/5750985348798380437-8449704808267164955?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/8449704808267164955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/8449704808267164955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/11/wonton.html' title='Wonton...'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-2228226899919551074</id><published>2010-11-28T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:17:44.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracklist</title><content type='html'>So today I start my test of which album is better... College Drop Out or Late Registration?!? So far I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;receiving&lt;/span&gt; different results from the public. The test will include which album is better in lyric, beats, and creativity? Let the test begin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-2228226899919551074?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2228226899919551074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2228226899919551074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/11/tracklist.html' title='Tracklist'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-9124187219793064077</id><published>2010-11-17T02:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T12:35:30.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zzzzzz</title><content type='html'>Sleep isn't something I'm really good at. I spend the majority of my time doing insufficient things when I could be in a deep &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;slumber, &lt;/span&gt;but I rather stay up and see what kind of trouble I can get myself into. Most of the time I don't really find any trouble but I do enjoy listening to the darkness of my environment. I've come to the conclusion that I'm a very strange fellow and I'm okay with that. Back to the moon I go, beam me up Scotty!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-9124187219793064077?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/9124187219793064077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/9124187219793064077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/11/zzzzzz.html' title='Zzzzzz'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-3635095365517932246</id><published>2010-11-11T00:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T01:09:02.559-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm not&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; makes me&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Everything&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I am&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/5750985348798380437-3635095365517932246?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/3635095365517932246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/3635095365517932246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/11/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-4846914880867691870</id><published>2010-11-09T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T01:53:39.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Field Trip</title><content type='html'>Due to my infatuation with the moon, I finally decided to fly to the moon in my spaceship. Yup i said "Fly to the moon." I've been thinking about this for quite some time now. I would love to take all of my fellow readers with me but my spaceship capacity is only one plus an ipod. I'm not even taking backs on this trip. Sorry folks  about the inconvenience but if your lucky I'll bring you back some moon rocks. Anyways I have this vacation all planned out. First, I'm  going to moonwalk across the dark side of the moon then I'm going to do some site seeing of course. Maybe if there is enough time I'll upload some  pictures to my facebook but that's not promised. I'm so excited about this trip I might even push up the date of departure. I've even been thinking about stopping at Mars on my way back home. So many different possibilities for this adventure! I bet you wish you could tag along...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abbreviated Nightmares and Extended Dreams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-4846914880867691870?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4846914880867691870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4846914880867691870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/11/field-trip.html' title='Field Trip'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-5142489607996321335</id><published>2010-11-04T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T01:14:06.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So be it!</title><content type='html'>I'm an ass hole and I'm okay with it! I really don't care anymore! I'm  in this new mood for a reason. So why should I just be the person everyone wants me to be? I've tried so hard to please everyone but no matter what I'm not good enough! Yes I'm sorry for what I've done in the past and present but it's just so hard for me to care about shit.  Oh well life goes on... Or does it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-5142489607996321335?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/5142489607996321335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/5142489607996321335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-be-it.html' title='So be it!'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-4236738390352253217</id><published>2010-11-03T00:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T00:57:23.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why do I do this? I do stupid things and which in return I mess up great things. I put myself in these positions where I just mess things up. Why? Why do I do this! Maybe because I'm so messed up in the head that I don't really notice it until it's over. Why? What am I doing? I need to get my life together and stop this shit!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-4236738390352253217?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4236738390352253217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4236738390352253217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/11/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-954988835068974788</id><published>2010-10-23T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T21:27:51.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I like...</title><content type='html'>I like a deep thinker, I like a good listener, I like a sense of humor, i like to think I'm likable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-954988835068974788?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/954988835068974788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/954988835068974788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-like.html' title='I like...'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-2426822055167288113</id><published>2010-10-22T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T03:57:49.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clubs are so pointless unless...</title><content type='html'>Clubs are pointless because girls at clubs won't dance with you becase they probably think your trying to talk to them or beat cakes, which in my case is neither; I just wanted to dance. Also, people  at these events are rude, mean and think they can just say or do whatever they want! Come on people have some manners and act like you have class! There has to be rules to these things! I'm tired of this!!!! With all of that said it was still a good night! EML&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-2426822055167288113?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2426822055167288113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2426822055167288113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/10/clubs-are-so-pointless-unless.html' title='Clubs are so pointless unless...'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-6731447781464318855</id><published>2010-10-14T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T02:49:59.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>X</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/TLbRssGqdOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/bOGNojnfLzo/s1600/malcolm-x-by-any-means-necessary-276x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/TLbRssGqdOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/bOGNojnfLzo/s400/malcolm-x-by-any-means-necessary-276x400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527836158327420130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Liberate our minds by any means necessary"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-6731447781464318855?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/6731447781464318855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/6731447781464318855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/10/x.html' title='X'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/TLbRssGqdOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/bOGNojnfLzo/s72-c/malcolm-x-by-any-means-necessary-276x400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-5395494770218876843</id><published>2010-10-14T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T01:17:37.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The darkside of the  room</title><content type='html'>Sigh! I'm not really sure what to do anymore, well I know what I have to do but I don't want to. Why you ask, because I'm scared of the pain, scared of losing something great. Hard to let go of something so great in your life when you know you it's the best choice to make at the time. Even if it's only for a little while it's still hard but you don't want to toy with gods plans... Maybe the darkside will become blue skies again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-5395494770218876843?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/5395494770218876843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/5395494770218876843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/10/darkside-of-room.html' title='The darkside of the  room'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-549971844040776202</id><published>2010-10-13T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T10:37:52.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KAWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/TLXuZI-VsOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/IcCyt9z3Z3I/s1600/kaws-passing-through-600x399.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/TLXuZI-VsOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/IcCyt9z3Z3I/s400/kaws-passing-through-600x399.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527586233340244194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could put this in my room or even somewhere in my house! This is super dope. I wonder what the finally outcome of this artwork will look like...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-549971844040776202?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/549971844040776202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/549971844040776202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/10/kaws.html' title='KAWS'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/TLXuZI-VsOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/IcCyt9z3Z3I/s72-c/kaws-passing-through-600x399.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-2834014133024250477</id><published>2010-10-13T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T21:10:19.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't get away from you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ICaTsTkBPV8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ICaTsTkBPV8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="440"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't what I had it mind, but it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;genius&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-2834014133024250477?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2834014133024250477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2834014133024250477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-cant-get-away-from-you.html' title='I Can&apos;t get away from you...'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-4930884811765416735</id><published>2010-10-12T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T03:26:11.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Clue....</title><content type='html'>Life is a trip. point blank!!! I've been in college for about four long years and I still don't know what I want to do!?!? Maybe college isn't meant for me? Maybe Wayne Pigford is meant for bigger and better things? Who knows, all I do know is that I hate school but I'm good at it. Funny, yes! But college isn't hard, the hard part is deciding what you want to do with the rest of your life is the hard part. Well I'll just wait and find out....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Just Wayne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. It feels good to see a new post on my blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-4930884811765416735?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4930884811765416735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4930884811765416735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/10/no-clue.html' title='No Clue....'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-2210938745310680086</id><published>2010-04-05T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T01:53:05.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts are running away again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/S7miSQW3lCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rGiKFJoEIl0/s1600/interior-painting-equipment-basics-ga-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/S7miSQW3lCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rGiKFJoEIl0/s400/interior-painting-equipment-basics-ga-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456570858048295970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you read my thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thoughts are fun, weird, creative, loud, but most of all free. The funny thing about thoughts are that they are easily capable to hit the ground and start running, but the task is can you catch them? I, personally can't catch them so I  just let them run and pollute the world or my walls. This fresh new start at blogging is in a sense my canvas with my newly liberated thoughts of color in an effort to paint you a picture of "Just Wayne." Now, let's hope my readers aren't color bind...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5750985348798380437-2210938745310680086?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2210938745310680086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2210938745310680086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-thoughts-are-running-away-again.html' title='My thoughts are running away again...'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/S7miSQW3lCI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rGiKFJoEIl0/s72-c/interior-painting-equipment-basics-ga-6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-6212684694092289754</id><published>2008-12-23T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:08:59.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NoteBook!</title><content type='html'>I Love her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...enough said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-6212684694092289754?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/6212684694092289754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/6212684694092289754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/12/notebook.html' title='NoteBook!'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-5964211793843445416</id><published>2008-12-15T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T01:14:16.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New, well something like that...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SUdXxFt31jI/AAAAAAAAAOE/NToBqd9T7HY/s1600-h/wayne%27s+world.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;24 hours to greatness! thats my new quote I live by now well not really. I heard it and I wanted to write it somewhere, so I choose this blog. Smart huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there isn't really I wanted to write about. I just thought I would write a little something since I haven't gave my readers much in a while. With that said,I'm on that '09 ish! I just got a new fresh sense of real music. The class of '09 is going to be crazy! DopEtastic even...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wayne P.&lt;br /&gt;"My Home Is In My Head"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-5964211793843445416?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/5964211793843445416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/5964211793843445416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-well-something-like-that.html' title='New, well something like that...'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-5744883533452914312</id><published>2008-10-19T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:39:02.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Later for that!!</title><content type='html'>Dear Self!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Self, What happen to you man! Your not the same person you were before and the old you is missed. Why? Why are you so different self? I don't see the heart or determination you once had! Why? How come you can't come back self? What's wrong!! Self you need to return to us so we can live our life. Get out your little world and stop this lazyness... Self I don't see the same flame burning in your eyes anymore.. It's not me I see when I look in the mirror it's you!!  Talking to you is so useless because you don't listen..Why won't you listen to me!! I'm here to help but you don't understand that! Sorry I have to talk to you in this matter but you need to get your stuff together! Well I'll pray for you and hope it's not to late... Self let me know when you want to come back and stop with the fake!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-5744883533452914312?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/5744883533452914312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/5744883533452914312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/10/later-for-that.html' title='Later for that!!'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-8414317192115814656</id><published>2008-08-24T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:43:02.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your favorite producer's favorite producer"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SLJyvdi5MVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gY_-kCh19sg/s1600-h/jdilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238375476295709010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SLJyvdi5MVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gY_-kCh19sg/s400/jdilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this Dilla!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Music is what I know, learn, and think about and recently it's been getting boring until I got put on J Dilla. It all started when I asked Keith for this J Dilla CD but knowing Keith he said "No" so I decided to steal it like a straight up 'G'. Later that night I put the stolen CD in my car stereo and was amazed once that first track came on with Busta Rhymes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Experience has rejuvenated my ears and turned my whole world upside down. I fell in love with Hip Hop all over again after I had my ears filled with the late great J Dilla. The beats were nothing like what I had heard before. The Way this man puts sounds together is like no other. From the samples to the hooks in the production; this man's music is remarkable!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238375654275595650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SLJy50kmvYI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ekTJL94X8Cw/s400/marka27_j-dilla_copy_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;J Dilla!! J Dilla!! J Dilla!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say it enough! This man has officially taken my mind to a place where I never thought music could. It's like a High I can't explain but once you get a taste of Dilla you'll know that your musical experience won't ever be the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately I just started to listen to Dilla so I know I missed a lot, but now that I found this creative genius I can't stop downloading anything with the name J Dilla! He may no longer be with us in physical form, but his legacy lives on through his music. If you don't know about this man, you need to start your research and update your ears on J Dilla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Big Thanks to Keith for leaving the room and giving me the opportunity to steal the CD. Updating my ears on Dilla because not only is J Dilla an influence on Keith but also upon me. His Music gave me a new respect for Neo Soul. (Real Music not this Radio trash)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238376142057146754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SLJzWNsyiYI/AAAAAAAAAJs/072QJBTxCZs/s400/rip_j_dilla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are just a few songs I recommend to my readers from J Dilla!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-J Dilla - Mash&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-J Dilla - love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Busta Rhymes - It Ain't Safe No More, What Up, Turn Me Up Some&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Slum Village - Hoes, Let's, One &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-J Dilla - Workinonit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Time: The Donut Of The Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Busta Rhymes - It's a Party (Ummah Remix)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-De La Soul - Stakes Is High &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-J Dilla - We F'ed up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Kieth Murray - The Rhyme (Remix), Dangerous Ground &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Daft Punk - Aerodynamic (Slum Village Remix)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5750985348798380437-8414317192115814656?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/8414317192115814656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/8414317192115814656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/08/your-favorite-producers-favorite.html' title='&quot;Your favorite producer&apos;s favorite producer&quot;'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SLJyvdi5MVI/AAAAAAAAAJc/gY_-kCh19sg/s72-c/jdilla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-4882437462349826305</id><published>2008-07-14T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T00:36:33.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I wish I had a paintbrush so I can paint what's going through my mind"</title><content type='html'>Sitting in a dark room while music fills my ears and thoughts run rapidly in my head. Thoughts that have changed my whole sense of direction. There is so much on my mind that it's hard to focus on the main objective, which is... I don't even know what is the main objective anymore. Oh well, it will come back I hope but I won't count on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be Continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-4882437462349826305?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4882437462349826305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4882437462349826305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/07/spaceless.html' title='&quot;I wish I had a paintbrush so I can paint what&apos;s going through my mind&quot;'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-7513522840575268313</id><published>2008-06-16T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T22:47:56.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blank is how I feel</title><content type='html'>Tonight is one of those nights were I'm not sure what to do.. It feels like my insides are empty with emotions and my mind is clear of any thought. Maybe there is something missing but I'm not sure what it is. A walk might help me get everything together but walking down the dark streets of Columbus isn't a bright idea. Perhaps in a few minutes all the emotions and thoughts will return to my body when their ready. Sigh! I hope it's fast because I hate feeling like this, but only if there was someone out there that can help me. This here is something personal and I don't think I can reverse this feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well not yet anyways!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-7513522840575268313?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/7513522840575268313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/7513522840575268313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/06/blank-is-how-i-feel.html' title='Blank is how I feel'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-3846135879904800415</id><published>2008-06-14T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T10:00:01.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who I'm Talking About?</title><content type='html'>She gets on my fuckin last nerve. All she does is sit there and do nothing then complains. What the fuck,  why can't you help yourself. I have an idea, why don't you get up and do something instead of sitting there helpless. I'm sick of this ish and I need to get away from this lazy ass person. Hearing her voice brings pain to my ears. I just hope that once I'm out she doesn't ask me for nothing but I'm pretty sure she will. No matter what I'm trapped in this deep hole that I can't escape. I try and  try but that doesn't matter to her so fuck it I'm done with the b.s.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-3846135879904800415?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/3846135879904800415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/3846135879904800415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/06/guess-who-im-talking-about.html' title='Guess Who I&apos;m Talking About?'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-1977448611548343421</id><published>2008-06-10T00:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T00:36:40.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can the Carter 3 find Seeing Sounds?</title><content type='html'>Guess what tomorrow is people????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well if you don't know I'll let you know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the Cater 3 and Seeing Sounds hits stores everywhere worldwide.. The day people have been waiting for Lil Wayne's  long anticipated album the Carter 3 is finally here. After all the set backs the Carter 3 is dropping tomorrow (June 10th) also with the N.E.R.D.'s Seeing Sounds album and I'm pretty sure both LP will be banging in peoples cars and households by the afternoon. Just to put you guys on game with the Carter 3, Lil Wayne came hard for this one and the whole album is a classic in the making.. Dr. Cater, Mr. Carter ft Jay-z, and Phone Home is all amazing songs but don't count N.E.R.D. out yet because their 3rd album "Seeing Sounds" is fire as well.  Believe me folks its a very complex album that I'm sure you'll love. Just to name a few hits on the album such as Love Bomb, Time for Some Action, and Anti Matter are very creative tracks that I'm sure you can't get sick of. Both of these album desire props because they both did their thing. All I can say is tomorrow is a great day for hip hop.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-1977448611548343421?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/1977448611548343421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/1977448611548343421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/06/can-carter-3-find-seeing-sounds.html' title='Can the Carter 3 find Seeing Sounds?'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-6789563830721798126</id><published>2008-06-03T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T23:43:25.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sickness</title><content type='html'>Hello world I hope your doing great because I'm dying.. Well im not dying dying but I'm super sick (cough cough) I decided to add the coughs in this blog to show you (the readers) what I'm going through at this moment in my life(Cough Cough)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This cold is killing me!!! I feel like I'm going to pass out because I'm so hot. I guess that means I have the flu right? Well I don't know really. It's not like I have a DR. in front of my name but I wish did though. So that way I can solve this issue and (Cough Cough)continue with my life(cough cough) This is really getting bad! someone please help me(cough). Speaking of help maybe I should just ask my mom for her assistance but knowing her it's going to take a while to get help or even medicine.(cough cough) Man I wish I had three wishs so I could wish for this cold to go away(far far away). The other two wishs I don't know yet but not(cough) being sick will be one of them for sure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(cough cough)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-6789563830721798126?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/6789563830721798126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/6789563830721798126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-sickness.html' title='My Sickness'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-4489741199023996669</id><published>2008-06-02T00:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:44:55.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Starts Here!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SEOuSye9uAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eutXHSirZIw/s1600-h/obama4pres.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207197231982950402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SEOuSye9uAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eutXHSirZIw/s400/obama4pres.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Time for you (the readers) to read again so no more videos for the views at this moment.. Sorry!!! but I'm sure you guys will enjoy my latest blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Democrats&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Republicans&lt;/span&gt; pick one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President Election this year is incredible and I pick Democrats over Rebulicans simply because of one man named Barack Obama. This year an African Amercian will run for Presidency in the United States of America. Barack Obama is the man that is ready to make a change in the White House and I for one believes in him. Watching some of his speech's on YouTube excites me about what is to come for this country if he wins. In my opinion it's political poetry, when he speaks you can feel the emotion behind the message. Barack Obama is a cool and collective person and our country needs someone like that. Senator Obama is a political genius, he knows what is wrong with this country and knows how to fix it. A lot of people talk about change but Obama is willing to stand up and take the steps needed to do so. We the people want change and voting for Obama will bring that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-4489741199023996669?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4489741199023996669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4489741199023996669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/06/change-starts-here.html' title='Change Starts Here!!'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SEOuSye9uAI/AAAAAAAAAJM/eutXHSirZIw/s72-c/obama4pres.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-7627714323102966304</id><published>2008-05-31T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T14:50:59.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lm9SwCjwEH0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Lm9SwCjwEH0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 of the "Flashing Lights" Videos..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-7627714323102966304?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/7627714323102966304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/7627714323102966304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/05/part-three.html' title='Part Three'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-2261942454294840987</id><published>2008-05-25T13:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T00:14:17.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Part Two</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MnTmw3kqSk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_MnTmw3kqSk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part two of the "Flashing Lights" video.. Check it out and tell me what you guys think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new music comming soon!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-2261942454294840987?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2261942454294840987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2261942454294840987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/05/part-two.html' title='Part Two'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-2409869675366547644</id><published>2008-05-17T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:44:55.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Seat aka Betty, I Hope To See You Again!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SC68ZV8wyjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TbOkVcTowgQ/s1600-h/JicJac_Car_Seat_With_Child.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SC68ZV8wyjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TbOkVcTowgQ/s400/JicJac_Car_Seat_With_Child.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201301763234253362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to readers: most of you won't get this blog and you might think I'm a little crazy to writing about a seat...lol &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Seat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got a car back I lost my seat.In case you didnt know I lost my car and in result of that I got intruduced to a seat.. Me and this seat became good friends and it took me everywhere. Me and that seat was super close and now without it I'm kinda down. My seat was only thing that kept me smiling through the long nights home. It came with great conversation, Cd's from left and right, and water bottles everywhere..(laugh out loud) The seat and I been through all the ups and downs for these few months. Now without my seat I feel empty and my cup is only half full. No more "See you tomorrow" this time only goodbyes; Goodbyes I wish I could trade in for Hellos and long rides together just like old times. Although my time is up with my friend I at least will have a water bottle in my car to remind me about all the great times we had together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-2409869675366547644?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2409869675366547644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2409869675366547644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/05/goodbye-seat-i-hope-to-see-you-again.html' title='Goodbye Seat aka Betty, I Hope To See You Again!!!'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SC68ZV8wyjI/AAAAAAAAAIU/TbOkVcTowgQ/s72-c/JicJac_Car_Seat_With_Child.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-3532654320555029754</id><published>2008-05-15T01:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:44:55.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Sounds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SCv7jV8wyiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7tj_CazUcP4/s1600-h/nerd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SCv7jV8wyiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7tj_CazUcP4/s400/nerd.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200526779335363106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="420" height="339"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x5f2na" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x5f2na" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="420" height="339" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x5f2na"&gt;Everybody Nose&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/yardie4lifever2"&gt;yardie4lifever2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that excites me the most is new music and FUCK!!(EXCUSE MY LANGUAGE) N.E.R.D. new CD "Seeing Sounds" is going to be CRAZY, STUPID, AND Retarded... from the little free sample I got from my unknown sources its going to be bananas. It's going to be super different and I can't wait to buy this CD. (yes I said buy not download) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the tracks I thought was super dope was "Everyone Nose" because just the chorus alone is crazy "All the girls standing in line for the bathroom" and Shay gets off on that song, he kills the second verse but the remix to "Everyone Nose" with Lupe, Kanye, and Pusha T is amazing. I'm pretty sure i'll be playing this CD in my car..lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-3532654320555029754?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/3532654320555029754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/3532654320555029754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/05/seeing-sounds.html' title='Seeing Sounds'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SCv7jV8wyiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/7tj_CazUcP4/s72-c/nerd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-156527881165534615</id><published>2008-05-15T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T01:02:00.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update MoFo's</title><content type='html'>A list of things that is new with Mr. Pigford and what to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Car (yes people I got a car again but please don't call me for a ride.. just kidding)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list ends there because nothing there isn't anything big happening in my life right not...(lol) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-What to look forward to!&lt;br /&gt;I am working on blogs but there not ready to be release so just sit and wait people.. my blogs are anticipated like the iPhone...lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-156527881165534615?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/156527881165534615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/156527881165534615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/05/update-mofos.html' title='Update MoFo&apos;s'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-9085565723340587777</id><published>2008-04-12T14:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:44:55.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSIC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SAEoIg5L6TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/b7ncor15X-o/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SAEoIg5L6TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/b7ncor15X-o/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188472372441377074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Music doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-9085565723340587777?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/9085565723340587777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/9085565723340587777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/04/music.html' title='MUSIC!'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/SAEoIg5L6TI/AAAAAAAAAHI/b7ncor15X-o/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-3719387592009873484</id><published>2008-04-11T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T22:45:16.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Hug in the Office...</title><content type='html'>Hello world!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lost another friend today! One of my co-workers left and will no longer be working for _____. Working without her will be super weird, she has become someone I love and hate at the same time ). When I first started at my job, she was the only person who would talk to me. Over the times at ______ we became very good friends(you could even say best friends). We told each other are ups and downs in life but no matter what we where there to help the issues. I can hope the best for her and that all of her dreams come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s I'll miss the days you wrote on my arm....(Laugh out Loud)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-3719387592009873484?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/3719387592009873484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/3719387592009873484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/04/last-hug-in-office.html' title='Last Hug in the Office...'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-5327708187970078801</id><published>2008-04-11T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:44:55.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R_8UytKXc9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ig-owzx4u7U/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R_8UytKXc9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ig-owzx4u7U/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187888157103190994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-5327708187970078801?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/5327708187970078801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/5327708187970078801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post_11.html' title='...'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R_8UytKXc9I/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ig-owzx4u7U/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-5473883108567185228</id><published>2008-04-09T13:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:44:56.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self Realization</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R_0pg9KXc6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/W-REHvZclsA/s1600-h/pac-way-outpicture-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R_0pg9KXc6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/W-REHvZclsA/s400/pac-way-outpicture-1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187347991951274914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world, sorry I been gone for so long but guess what? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back so here we go! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is starting to get to me, it seems like every where is a closing door. I cant find my way out the madness. Living with all this stress is crazy. It's like I can't take it no more. I feel like breaking down sometimes but I have to keep the fight up. I guess it's called "growing up" but no one told me it would be this hard. Everyday is a fight and I need to understand that!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-5473883108567185228?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/5473883108567185228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/5473883108567185228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='Self Realization'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R_0pg9KXc6I/AAAAAAAAAGg/W-REHvZclsA/s72-c/pac-way-outpicture-1.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-1812257377040600380</id><published>2008-03-06T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:44:56.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"700 plays on his Myspace page..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R7q8pnp93vI/AAAAAAAAAEU/huYVuo2Con0/s1600-h/hhsml2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168650945566727922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R7q8pnp93vI/AAAAAAAAAEU/huYVuo2Con0/s320/hhsml2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R7q8ZXp93tI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jh_NtP96jMY/s1600-h/hhsml3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168650666393853650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R7q8ZXp93tI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jh_NtP96jMY/s320/hhsml3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey world, Guess what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lupe Fiasco is dropping his next music video: HIP HOP SAVED MY LIFE ft Nikki Jean. Here are just a few pictures from the video shot. HHSML is a great song that tells a story about a man going through the problems of Life and how a  Hip Hop Deal saved him from going to the streets and doing something DUMB.All I can say is if you haven't heard this song you need to right away. Lupe paints a perfect picture with the lyrics he delivered in this song. You could close your eyes and listen to the words and see the story unfold in the back of your mind. For all those people that sleep on Mr. Fiasco need to Wake up because "The Cool" was the number one Hip Hop album three weeks in a row... SO HA to all the Lupe Fiasco haters&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; (Keith)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-1812257377040600380?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/1812257377040600380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/1812257377040600380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/02/700-plays-on-his-myspace-page.html' title='&quot;700 plays on his Myspace page...&quot;'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R7q8pnp93vI/AAAAAAAAAEU/huYVuo2Con0/s72-c/hhsml2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-1267694150983973060</id><published>2008-03-06T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:44:56.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Theater of The Mind!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R9DNMD6VrqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sKKxvmt3pYA/s1600-h/HPIM0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R9DNMD6VrqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sKKxvmt3pYA/s400/HPIM0007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174861578940821154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world, welcome to the show?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I start today's blog, I found out where the word blog came from. Web+Logs=BLOGS I read that today in Kevins book. (laugh out loud) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the reason why you guys come to this great blog of mine to see what is going on in Wayne Pigford's Life. Well today I woke up next to Byron's gayness, every time I sleep over I have to wake up next to him acting gay but I think it's because of his Bitch-Ass-Ness (If you watch MAKING THE BAND you know what I'm talking about). Well after the gayness Byron showed me we had to catch the bus because he messed up his car once again. For some reason everyone in LIFTED has car problems but hey there is nothing we can do but ask Mark for his help. Anyways I already hate catching the bus but today it made me feel like a child again because Byron's mom had to drop us off at the Orange Line. Three grown ass men (Byron, Rainer, and myself) in a mini van is not a good look (laugh out loud). Other then that I had a long day and realized that things are not going the way I planned. I'm still without a car and that bugs me the most because I hate asking for rides, it makes me feel helpless and that I'm bugging people. WAIT I take that back, I dislike asking for rides because HATE is a strong word(laugh out loud)but I only feel this way with a few people. The only thing I can do is sit and wait on my co-signer. I really hope he hurries up because it's hard on Columbus streets without a car but other then my car issue I'm good. School is cool and LIFTED is starting to make moves again so watch out for us.(laugh out loud) Speaking of LIFTED, they think I have bitch-ass-ness because I'm not making moves on the ladies but I'm not really sure with what kind of moves should they're talking about. Kissing,dating, maybe even SEX.(laugh out loud) All I know is that I'm at a lost but from what I was told "Your not suppose to make moves. It should just happen" so in your FACE guys but lets see how that works... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I wrote alot today I just I had more to say then I thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HelloGoodBye-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-1267694150983973060?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/1267694150983973060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/1267694150983973060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/03/theater-of-mind.html' title='Theater of The Mind!'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R9DNMD6VrqI/AAAAAAAAAGY/sKKxvmt3pYA/s72-c/HPIM0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-2602078478371262368</id><published>2008-03-02T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T23:19:57.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"The QuaterBack Can't Spell"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CS_BYIzWN7w"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CS_BYIzWN7w" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello world,I hope your day went better then mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another boring day in Wayne Anin Pigford's life but at least I have a new blog up. This is my first blog of the great month of March '08 and to set it off write I wanted to bring you Lupe Fiasco's video: And He Gets The Girl. Lupe Fiasco has done it again. Ewayn told me about this song so I had to look it up on YouTube.com.(laugh Out loud) When I first heard it it reminded me of myself and those who know me will agree. This song is super dope and I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-HelloGoodBye-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-2602078478371262368?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2602078478371262368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2602078478371262368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-think-your-super.html' title='&quot;The QuaterBack Can&apos;t Spell&quot;'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-3184824117380230955</id><published>2008-02-27T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:44:57.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Vines and Chocolate Milk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R8Z0V3p938I/AAAAAAAAAGA/6Hh8Lsys4mM/s1600-h/IMG_0622.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171949141147639746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R8Z0V3p938I/AAAAAAAAAGA/6Hh8Lsys4mM/s400/IMG_0622.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R8Z0JHp937I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Eqcr189YAFI/s1600-h/IMG_0621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171948922104307634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R8Z0JHp937I/AAAAAAAAAF4/Eqcr189YAFI/s400/IMG_0621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R8Zu53p936I/AAAAAAAAAFw/VnrPGdZNYAk/s1600-h/IMG_0618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171943162553163682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R8Zu53p936I/AAAAAAAAAFw/VnrPGdZNYAk/s400/IMG_0618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello World, another long day. Well that makes two of us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm up late well it's not really late but it not 8 o'clock either. Up listening to Lupe Fiasco's: Revenge of the Nerd and talking to TINY about tattoos. I'm kinda at a lost when it comes to what I want on my body. For sure I want something on my rips and "My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;HOme&lt;/span&gt; is in My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HEad&lt;/span&gt;" quote on my body but WHERE is the ?question. I also want something to wrap on my body like LL COOL J's Mic tattoo (if you don't know Google it) but so far I have no ideas. Well other then my tattoo problems, I'm good. Yesterday I went to see a free movie with Tiny but we showed up late so we decided to sneak into Step up2. The sneaking in part was hard because someone had a plan to get into Step up2 and that plan failed. (laugh out loud) but trying her plan was fun and full of laughs "don't laugh at my fat walk". We walked all the way round another movie and up the stairs to get to theater8 and that didn't work so we just walked pass the people in the black suits and went in. So all that walking we did before was for nothing but at least I got exercise. Step up2 was super packed with four people including us so being loud wasn't a problem (laugh out loud). Sitting in a theater talking loud was super cool but I think we &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-;color:#ffff00;"&gt;killed&lt;/span&gt; the movie for the other two. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5750985348798380437-3184824117380230955?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/3184824117380230955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/3184824117380230955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/02/in-my-mind.html' title='Red Vines and Chocolate Milk!'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R8Z0V3p938I/AAAAAAAAAGA/6Hh8Lsys4mM/s72-c/IMG_0622.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-9001533488420580211</id><published>2008-02-27T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:44:57.365-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Who said that?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R8YmLXp933I/AAAAAAAAAFU/xRBLA3T55us/s1600-h/wanye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171863198852046706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R8YmLXp933I/AAAAAAAAAFU/xRBLA3T55us/s400/wanye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hello world how you doing? Well that's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's another day in the life of Wayne Pigford, sorry to all of my readers about not updating you guys with new blogs, it's been awhile so I might be a little rusty.(laugh out loud). I guess people really read my blogs because people would message me and ask if I posted anything new, so this blog is for all of my fans. All two of you (Laugh Out Loud).The past few days have been remarkable, no drama just fun and laughter. Friday I went to this little club and had a great time with the TEAM (Lifted) we haven't had fun like that in awhile so all ended well that night. the night ended at Abby's house in her living room with a group of loud Black and Asian teens trying to get the noise level down before Tito O.G. came down and killed us. Rainer, Jon Jon, Cyril, Victor, Richmond, Genesis, Abby, and myself had one of those nights that you will always remember but the Saturday night after was crazy. I went from sitting at home alone to sitting in a house full of potheads and drunks. Wondering how I got there? It all started with a phone call from _____ and then the rest is history. I never been in a house surrounded with full of drunk white people and my crew being the only non-white people there. That night had me laughing the whole time, I never laughed so much in my life but what put the icing on the cake is when Rich and Cyril got high. "Who said that" said Cyril after I asked him "Lets go home" this dude was so high he didn't even realize that I had just asked him a question and Rich was just sitting there with this look of lost all over his face. These two dudes was super blown but it gave Victor and I laughs all night. Well that was a wrap up of the past few days in the life of Wayne Pigford, tune in folks for more.. Laugh Out Loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-helloGoodbye-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-9001533488420580211?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/9001533488420580211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/9001533488420580211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-said-that.html' title='&quot;Who said that?&quot;'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R8YmLXp933I/AAAAAAAAAFU/xRBLA3T55us/s72-c/wanye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-981003963801131477</id><published>2008-02-17T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:44:57.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MySpace, Music, and RE-runs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R7lJSHp93jI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qZnPw8F_b-M/s1600-h/_42419341_pew-myspace203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168242623025897010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R7lJSHp93jI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qZnPw8F_b-M/s320/_42419341_pew-myspace203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;Another night in this cold livingroom. I really need to get out of this house and do something. I been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;n this house all day watching TV, listening to music, on my SIDEKICK, and listening to my mom &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;talk about all most everything in the world. I seen re-runs of the Real World/ Road Rules Gauntlet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;like 100 times already.Also heard the GRAdUaTION album over and over again.I think I'm going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;change my name to LOSER becuase thats how I fell ..lol..Well at least my internet is back online so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;MYSPACE here I come(by the way, NEW PICS ARE UP COMMENT NOW) Maybe my life will be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;different when I get a car or if I find a girlfriend.. lol... but untill then I'm going to sit here and wait for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;someone to call and save me from this boring LIFE. Atleast I got to go out yesterday to a wack &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;party and after spent two hours in a car talking on my phone and listening to RICH and KEITH Talk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;about all most everything under the SUN. Thanks to RICH and KEITH had a few laughs... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/5750985348798380437-981003963801131477?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/981003963801131477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/981003963801131477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/02/story-of-my-life.html' title='MySpace, Music, and RE-runs'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R7lJSHp93jI/AAAAAAAAAC0/qZnPw8F_b-M/s72-c/_42419341_pew-myspace203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-4176088099370551993</id><published>2008-02-13T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:44:21.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You still don't have a girlfriend"</title><content type='html'>When I heard that last night it made me realize that V-day (valentines day) is approching sooner then i thought. I'm not really looking for a date for that holiday but if it happens, it happens and So far my luck with girls isn't going so good but there is always hope RIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wayne you need to get over your fears and TALK!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk, its just that I can't hold a conversation for a long time but im taking speech right now so maybe it will help..lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-4176088099370551993?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4176088099370551993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/4176088099370551993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/02/you-still-dont-have-girlfriend.html' title='&quot;You still don&apos;t have a girlfriend&quot;'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-3389863930383812957</id><published>2008-02-13T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:03:55.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words on the internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WORDS ARE JUST WORDS TO ME BUT I DIDNT THINK OF THE OUTCOME OF WHAT I SAID. IM NOT GOING TO TAKE BACK WHAT I said but I  do Realize that others might get upset towards thoose words and might feel attacked. When I write blogs it's to get whatever was on my mind off of it. I apologize if a few of thoose words hit people below the belt and got them upset. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more, Nothing less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;real friends stab you in the front... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-3389863930383812957?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/3389863930383812957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/3389863930383812957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/02/words-on-internet.html' title='Words on the internet'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-6914866882632911935</id><published>2008-02-11T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:44:57.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Night At Millie's house</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R7AfiHp93eI/AAAAAAAAACM/GTJUK7bmZbI/s1600-h/Closets2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165663443625041378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R7AfiHp93eI/AAAAAAAAACM/GTJUK7bmZbI/s320/Closets2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another night at Millie's house but the difference is that while I'm writing this blog I'm in her closet (keep in mind the time is 1:58am) on the laptop becuase she can't sleep with any kind of light on in her room. Meaning &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; TV and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; COMPUTER. So I'm sitting in her closet while clothes are hanging down in my face while I type on my laptop, and the only thing I can see is my laptop and Millie's jeans hanging above it and all i hear is the heater running. It's kinda crazy how I fit in this closet without feeling any pain in my body well not yet anyways. The whole point of this blog was to tell you (the reader) that I always get myself stuck in weird places and Millies closet is just one of the many. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-6914866882632911935?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/6914866882632911935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/6914866882632911935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/02/night-at-millies-house.html' title='Night At Millie&apos;s house'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R7AfiHp93eI/AAAAAAAAACM/GTJUK7bmZbI/s72-c/Closets2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-797508971776187467</id><published>2008-02-10T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:44:57.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R6_WUHp93dI/AAAAAAAAACE/1lFKWABXSBQ/s1600-h/22971652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165582938758045138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R6_WUHp93dI/AAAAAAAAACE/1lFKWABXSBQ/s320/22971652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Time for me to find my path. Lose the fake and find the real!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick of people not doing shit with their lives, and I realize that I need to get away from the FAKE... I need to worry about Wayne Anin Pigford. Wayne needs to focus on his school work and his GOALS ON LIFE.. Its not like Im going drop the people I hang around with but I just need to surround myself with positivity &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-797508971776187467?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/797508971776187467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/797508971776187467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/02/let-it-be.html' title='Let it be!'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R6_WUHp93dI/AAAAAAAAACE/1lFKWABXSBQ/s72-c/22971652.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5750985348798380437.post-2984685969117889129</id><published>2008-02-03T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:44:58.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE IS MY TRASH CAN?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R6WeljcDwSI/AAAAAAAAABk/-5VvVBa39pM/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162706915855417634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R6WeljcDwSI/AAAAAAAAABk/-5VvVBa39pM/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO IM NOT TALKING ABOUT SAYING GOODBYe.. PEACE IS WHAT WE NEED IN THIS WORLD... BUT WITH ALL THE BAD THINGS GOING ON I THINK ITS HARD 4 US 2 FIND IT... SITTING IN CLASS WITH BYRON/RAINER THE OTHER DAY MADE ME OPEN MY EYES 2 THIS NEW WORLD WE LIVE IN, ITS ALL ABOUT THE MONEY (C.R.E.A.M.) NO ONE CARES ANYMORE.. NO IM NOT TRYING 2 CLEAN THE WORLD RIGHT away BUT I AM LOOKING FOR THAT TRASH CAN SO I CAN START...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5750985348798380437-2984685969117889129?l=maienyaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2984685969117889129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5750985348798380437/posts/default/2984685969117889129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maienyaw.blogspot.com/2008/02/peace-is-hard-2-find.html' title='WHERE IS MY TRASH CAN?'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09781013883244038308</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yOTlTMFHk9w/R6WeljcDwSI/AAAAAAAAABk/-5VvVBa39pM/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
