<?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-7420540395245301080</id><updated>2011-07-08T06:43:16.520-07:00</updated><category term='Everything Runs In Numbers'/><title type='text'>Mindless Matter</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-1501299818997998122</id><published>2010-06-17T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T13:26:00.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace out blog spot,like any relationship...it's been good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="Http://earphonejunky.tumblr.com"&gt;Reroutet to here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-1501299818997998122?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/1501299818997998122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=1501299818997998122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/1501299818997998122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/1501299818997998122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2010/06/peace-out-blog-spotlike-any.html' title='Peace out blog spot,like any relationship...it&apos;s been good'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-2794204408067349221</id><published>2010-02-01T23:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T23:22:04.893-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Everything Runs In Numbers'/><title type='text'>Wait a second...</title><content type='html'>So....it's been a long couple of weeks for me.Nothing but work and sleep, Trying to make ends meet.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't mean for that to rhyme though ha! Work is fun, the restaurant is getting busier and I'm learning more financial aspects&lt;br /&gt;but I still want to expand my culinary horizon.sigh...sucks too that Vday is coming up as well.&lt;br /&gt;I know....sounds a little whiny or pathetic to be upset about February 14. But oh well...What can ya do right? Had an unexpected visit the other night which was pleasant but at the same time....kind of a mind fuck. Man....2010,what the fuck is going to happen next?(amazing that I was able to type all this out on iPhone...=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-2794204408067349221?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/2794204408067349221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=2794204408067349221' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/2794204408067349221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/2794204408067349221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2010/02/wait-second.html' title='Wait a second...'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-2129411584734383922</id><published>2009-12-04T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:24:23.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Chat a little bit...on different wave lengths</title><content type='html'>So other than that Megan Fox post that Tuan keeps on bashing me for...&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really posted much in the recent months, only because not much has gone on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...here's a little update:&lt;br /&gt;Still work @ Montana's&lt;br /&gt;Still living in the same basement suite&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;But i have another car... Thanks to my boy PG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow yeah, not much has gone on lately, David Jang came into town and just had lunch with him, had a good talk as well.&lt;br /&gt;Work is still the same, Serving, Supervising and cooking.&lt;br /&gt;Not too much @ home other than MWF2&lt;br /&gt;Which I play way too much( going 58-10, and 47-2 justifies as too much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No new girlfriend or anything, really digging one girl but she has a bf, and I'm not really into that home wrecker shizz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just been cooking at home developing dishes and what not.&lt;br /&gt;When I get some more aspects of my cooking down I'll posts some pics of the finished products...other than all this...nothing really new..&lt;br /&gt;To all my Boys and Family back in Edmonton,&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas, Happy New Year and be safe, God Bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-2129411584734383922?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/2129411584734383922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=2129411584734383922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/2129411584734383922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/2129411584734383922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/12/lets-chat-little-biton-different-wave.html' title='Let&apos;s Chat a little bit...on different wave lengths'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-3055562148365629607</id><published>2009-11-20T15:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:07:33.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Tuan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.creativeloafing.com/dailyloaf/files/2008/12/megan-fox-fhm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 425px;" src="http://blogs.creativeloafing.com/dailyloaf/files/2008/12/megan-fox-fhm.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may have a horses ass, but her eyes make up for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-3055562148365629607?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/3055562148365629607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=3055562148365629607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/3055562148365629607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/3055562148365629607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry-tuan_20.html' title='Sorry Tuan'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-5841317255611640644</id><published>2009-11-20T15:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T15:07:06.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Tuan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-5841317255611640644?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/5841317255611640644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=5841317255611640644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/5841317255611640644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/5841317255611640644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry-tuan.html' title='Sorry Tuan'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-6428840026843143929</id><published>2009-10-29T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:31:59.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/Sun7qcsIiRI/AAAAAAAAACo/mJ3iV4EukXk/s1600-h/DSCF0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/Sun7qcsIiRI/AAAAAAAAACo/mJ3iV4EukXk/s320/DSCF0539.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398122335054629138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just wanted to post this for now..&lt;br /&gt;I'm aware I look half baked..cause I am&lt;br /&gt;And I'm aware the fish is taking a piss or something...eeewe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-6428840026843143929?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/6428840026843143929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=6428840026843143929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/6428840026843143929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/6428840026843143929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-now.html' title='For now'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/Sun7qcsIiRI/AAAAAAAAACo/mJ3iV4EukXk/s72-c/DSCF0539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-7917347924981510521</id><published>2009-08-29T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T14:33:02.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the late throwback...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/j05V3toKTW8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&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/j05V3toKTW8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modus Operandi (Irock and Miles Faber)&lt;br /&gt;Vs&lt;br /&gt;FFUF/Beta 4(Upsurd,Eddy)&lt;br /&gt;Don't Sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-7917347924981510521?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/7917347924981510521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=7917347924981510521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/7917347924981510521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/7917347924981510521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/08/sorry-for-late-throwback.html' title='Sorry for the late throwback...'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-331655766937320490</id><published>2009-08-24T02:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T02:04:16.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*Sniffle*</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OKYFv14QJG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/OKYFv14QJG0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this song while playing poker...&lt;br /&gt;totally fucked up my flow..&lt;br /&gt;but made me think..&lt;br /&gt;stupid brain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-331655766937320490?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/331655766937320490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=331655766937320490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/331655766937320490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/331655766937320490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/08/sniffle_24.html' title='*Sniffle*'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-8382946406921231929</id><published>2009-08-20T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T22:25:31.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursday Throw Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jqfP_jLNhQw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/jqfP_jLNhQw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James and Illia Vs Tuan and Joey(FFUF)&lt;br /&gt;DTP 2006.&lt;br /&gt;Who can forget this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-8382946406921231929?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/8382946406921231929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=8382946406921231929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/8382946406921231929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/8382946406921231929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/08/thursday-throw-back.html' title='Thursday Throw Back'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-8131644664659863635</id><published>2009-08-06T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T00:41:24.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep???</title><content type='html'>5 More sleeps and I'm heading back home.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Screw this place..&lt;br /&gt;nothing but dumb shit.&lt;br /&gt;It'll be a good break before I gotta come back!!!&lt;br /&gt;But when I come back, I'll have a shit eating grin, and I mean business this time.&lt;br /&gt;No fucking around now..&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Jeff Bang...&lt;br /&gt;"Imma get mine.."&lt;br /&gt;And i'll fucking get mine, don't you worry.&lt;br /&gt;I'll have a smile on no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;It's not that life is going to pass me by,&lt;br /&gt;It's that death won't have a chance to keep up!&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-8131644664659863635?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/8131644664659863635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=8131644664659863635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/8131644664659863635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/8131644664659863635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/08/sleep.html' title='Sleep???'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-529123711050186607</id><published>2009-07-27T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T13:37:56.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meh</title><content type='html'>You think you know someone but you don't.&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, I haven't changed my personality, I've changed my approach.&lt;br /&gt;But you know what? You've gotta respect the history to build towards a better future,&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, they didn't so you know what....&lt;br /&gt;You've only tightened the noose that she put around my neck.&lt;br /&gt;My hands are not binded so I will free myself thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to say, you were one of my boys and I trusted you and always respected your turf, it's obvious your out to get your own.&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;Water under the bridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-529123711050186607?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/529123711050186607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=529123711050186607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/529123711050186607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/529123711050186607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/07/meh.html' title='Meh'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-6576742525671637349</id><published>2009-07-20T00:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T00:19:45.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oops</title><content type='html'>Drunk Dialing is a No no.fuck&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-6576742525671637349?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/6576742525671637349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=6576742525671637349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/6576742525671637349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/6576742525671637349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/07/oops.html' title='oops'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-6468002383252050962</id><published>2009-07-14T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T02:23:14.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the fuck are you looking at?</title><content type='html'>So life is extremely fucking boring and in that matter, super depressing...&lt;br /&gt;I've been told that I'm not the same person I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;But can I help that? No.&lt;br /&gt;Working my ass off and not taking a break from the mind crushing and heart numbing &lt;br /&gt;reality really takes a toll on me.&lt;br /&gt;That's right, I said mind crushing and heart numbing, not the other way around and I'll explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would much rather have my mind crushed into a million pieces and be able to re-collect my mentality in baby steps as oppose to having my heart crushed.&lt;br /&gt;I'd also prefer that my heart be numb so it knows no pain and so that I can't feel my heart beat.&lt;br /&gt;Does it make sense?&lt;br /&gt;No, of course it doesn't. But I choose to think it would.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all in comparison with who I used to be and what somebody thought I  was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll touch base on the past...you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-stress Mike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to sit and ponder about the future and who I was going to become.&lt;br /&gt;Every breath I took meant that my heart would still beat and I was unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;My hands and feet weren't shackled with the perceptions of the corporate world because I was my own brand. I felt alive.&lt;br /&gt;I fell in Love.&lt;br /&gt;I looked forward to the days where I would be able to lay with her and be able to just forget the world and live in ours.&lt;br /&gt;I worked hard for the future and didn't want to let myself down.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have a great life and kids.&lt;br /&gt;You know? all that mushy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I was that guy who planned to just sit in with the girl of my dreams where we would both be able to just have a lazy day and rent a butt load of movies, but find time some where in between to order take-out only because we were too lazy to change out of sweats.&lt;br /&gt;I longed for those times where I would just spontaneously buy flowers for her because sometimes having too big of a gesture just screams insecurity.&lt;br /&gt;Work was just a stepping stone to a better life because I knew that work was there for a reason. I knew that work would be able to pay off alot of things but also bring happiness into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was me before...and Now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Present day Mike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of late I dread those days where I have to work.&lt;br /&gt;I hate going to work knowing that these people look at me as nothing more than a lifetime employee that has no drive in his life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of going there and looking at those walls that bare the many things that mock my so called existence.&lt;br /&gt;Everything about that place makes me cringe.&lt;br /&gt;I take into account everyone's mood and persuasive action.&lt;br /&gt;I have to feel the cold glares of individuals that seek free food or just find any reason to bitch.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the break down of people and watching them play follow the leader.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of having people look at me and whisper behind my back.&lt;br /&gt;They know what's coming for me, they know that my heart will shatter when people talk all that shit about who I'm more interested in.&lt;br /&gt;And are they to blame? Well not really.&lt;br /&gt;I got myself into that mess because I was fucking bored, I honestly used these people for entertainment sake. At points in time I would over-react to a simple situation because I got a rise out of it.&lt;br /&gt;Sick isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;I sabotage my own life just to feel like I'm alive.&lt;br /&gt;But there are a handful of people that I do honestly open up to, they know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;Wait,scratch that. At work maybe 2-3 people tops, the rest are just...never mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately my own paranoia has been feeding my imagination with things that would kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side though, someone had to notice right?&lt;br /&gt;She rightfully grabbed my hand when I was drowning and genuinely asked me what was wrong? As oppose to someone asking me what my deal was at work because they know something is wrong and is just trying to pry. or maybe they care? Is it possible? 70/30 on that one. I'm kind of a prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Our Lady Peace once said "I'll be waving my hand, watching you drown, watching you scream, no one's around..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anyways...&lt;br /&gt;She was the last person I would ever think to grab my hand while my body was motionless in the murky waters. I was drowning in myself and she noticed.&lt;br /&gt;Odd though isn't it? yet kind of ironic.&lt;br /&gt;See, I thought that she would be in the crowds of people mocking me and saying what a dipshit and tool I was.&lt;br /&gt;But no, she made me put my foot in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;But what puzzles me is did she do it because she actually saw me living a shitty life, or was it because the words out of my mouth got around and she was just trying to deter any possible confrontation. Like I said my own paranoia is eating me up like a fat kid eating a toasty marshmallow.&lt;br /&gt;Well, looking at the positive angle at least she found time to talk to me about it and truly appreciate her back in my life. Even though she is making it a brief presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and on another this "she" is the old "she" just if anyone who reads this is wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a days I wallow in the filth that I created. No one dares to pull me out except for two people I pray for and never take for granted, they know who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per usual this thing will turn into the lack luster love notes I always seem to write.&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know that kind of thing matters in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still miss her touch and the way her lips felt.&lt;br /&gt;She was amazing and made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;Being who I am now will never get her back, but in retrospect, I don't think I'll ever get her back.&lt;br /&gt;Some say I deserve better, but do I really? they only know of the wrongs because I can't elaborate on the numerous times she's saved me from myself. Before and now.&lt;br /&gt;I miss her, I dream about her, I long for her.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it is a short fix let me escape my filth to run in fields so that I can build memories. So that I can breath the air that once made me feel like I was alive, to see the woman that made my heart skip a beat every time I held her hand or kissed her lips. The woman that brought meaning to my pathetic life.&lt;br /&gt;Let me live, because right now I'm dying. My body is breaking down and I know it.&lt;br /&gt;My hands and feet are slowly being shackled to restrain myself from any freedom.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are being blind folded so that I can't see any light that will give me a glimmer of hope.&lt;br /&gt;I can only breath and smell because the world isn't that cruel.&lt;br /&gt;But before it's all over I will be dragged from my confinement to knowingly be placed before a crowd, with my back to the ditch.&lt;br /&gt;I know I will be alone when I hear the words that will forever shatter my existence.&lt;br /&gt;All eyes will be on me that day, not to look at the boy who was happy, but to stare at the pathetic waste that will soon be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;I will take my last breath and embrace it.&lt;br /&gt;Cause that will be my very last memory of this world.&lt;br /&gt;Something that isn't tainted.&lt;br /&gt;But something so simple that it gives life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SlxOX7FcieI/AAAAAAAAACg/EfkWOXXYVzc/s1600-h/95263888_b1d6591adc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SlxOX7FcieI/AAAAAAAAACg/EfkWOXXYVzc/s200/95263888_b1d6591adc.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358243829568539106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-6468002383252050962?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/6468002383252050962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=6468002383252050962' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/6468002383252050962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/6468002383252050962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-fuck-are-you-looking-at.html' title='What the fuck are you looking at?'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SlxOX7FcieI/AAAAAAAAACg/EfkWOXXYVzc/s72-c/95263888_b1d6591adc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-2235196185741721730</id><published>2009-06-22T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:04:18.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuck</title><content type='html'>Maybe you are right Tuan. fucker..haha&lt;br /&gt;All this time I'm trying to be so damned optimistic but I never took a glance at the negatives.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate this shit.&lt;br /&gt;All this fucking questioning&lt;br /&gt;Why can't shit be so damned straight forward.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't it be out in the open.&lt;br /&gt;Your wondering if I'm pissed.&lt;br /&gt;Well I am, cause I don't know where to go from here.&lt;br /&gt;Minus the big part of the picture i was painting and I was left with a disaster.&lt;br /&gt;I rebuilt that disaster into a forever evolving masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;I turn around for one second and there's a cute little smudge on my work of art.&lt;br /&gt;But how do I interpret that mishap.&lt;br /&gt;Do I embrace it and work my masterpiece around it?&lt;br /&gt;Do I scrap the whole thing because it has been tainted by another individuals taste of art?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see where I'm getting at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that smudge is a cruel reminder that I can't escape who I am.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I wasn't supposed to notice it because it was a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe everything that I'm supposed to be happy about is a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's time to confront these issues but I have to give it some thought and make sure my approach is correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to give myself time to brace myself for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;Life is going to suck from this point on...&lt;br /&gt;Where did everything go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-2235196185741721730?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/2235196185741721730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=2235196185741721730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/2235196185741721730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/2235196185741721730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/06/fuck.html' title='Fuck'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-9191530844087342275</id><published>2009-06-05T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T00:50:35.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triple Postin</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VMu9NFOB0Ns&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/VMu9NFOB0Ns&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Tabitha(hip Hop)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LfN6PDEKVjU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/LfN6PDEKVjU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Katie Shean (Contemporary)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;u&gt;Love At First Sight&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our eyes meet, and I am instantly drawn to her&lt;br /&gt;Like the physical laws of gravity, the force of attraction has me confined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every ounce of will, I try my hardest to shift eyes in another direction&lt;br /&gt;Perplexed by her nature, she finds her way back into my sights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never before has a woman stimulated my every emotion&lt;br /&gt;Never before has a woman looked so pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not the way her body is flawlessly sculpted that astounds me&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn’t describe this in the least as lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s the way her hair moves with her body as she walks&lt;br /&gt;as if in harmony with some angelic tune that only she can hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A skeptic of such intimate feelings&lt;br /&gt;I find myself becoming a believer with every second that passes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot describe such intoxicating sensation, nor understand it&lt;br /&gt;And It is because of this fact, that allowing her presence to leave me is not an option&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I collect my thoughts and gain my composure, making way toward her aura&lt;br /&gt;Electricity flowing through my veins as I am just inches from such gorgeous divinity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only does she acknowledge my presence&lt;br /&gt;but smiles with an expression reciprocating desire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the disturbance of words, I offer her my hand&lt;br /&gt;And as she receives in onto hers, I am overwhelmed to discover it fit into my palm…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cryptick&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-9191530844087342275?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/9191530844087342275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=9191530844087342275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/9191530844087342275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/9191530844087342275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/06/triple-postin.html' title='Triple Postin'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-6207972797304115313</id><published>2009-05-11T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T02:57:27.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>Man I need some new clothes...&lt;br /&gt;And I need to start working out again&lt;br /&gt;But fuck I really need a damn car&lt;br /&gt;...again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-6207972797304115313?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/6207972797304115313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=6207972797304115313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/6207972797304115313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/6207972797304115313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/05/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-7695527678058189621</id><published>2009-05-07T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:04:13.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fucking Classic</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/faf_IB_U7X8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&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/faf_IB_U7X8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Suck dick bitch,suck dick!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-7695527678058189621?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/7695527678058189621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=7695527678058189621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/7695527678058189621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/7695527678058189621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/05/fucking-classic.html' title='Fucking Classic'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-8951509452617681963</id><published>2009-05-06T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T00:27:14.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this?</title><content type='html'>So the internet is a funny thing.&lt;br /&gt;You start by missing it when it gets disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;But you start to live LIFE when you don't have it.&lt;br /&gt;Instead of keeping this social network when you sit&lt;br /&gt;around and use it, but when you don't have it you stay&lt;br /&gt;inside your own little comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;No worries about who's saying or doing what on Facebook,&lt;br /&gt;No looking for cars you won't ever have,&lt;br /&gt;Or doing some online shopping and forum &lt;br /&gt;reading when your bored just waiting around till you are let&lt;br /&gt;back into a gaming server.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you don't worry or think about those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead you ask yourself deeper questions that really make an&lt;br /&gt;impact on you.&lt;br /&gt;You think and contemplate about work.&lt;br /&gt;Or you reminisce in the past about certain things.&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy the scenery and how things were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Not digital photo's of beautiful beaches around the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live in the moment when your not sitting in front of this screen.&lt;br /&gt;You take breath's of fresh air that's meant to be appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;You use all your senses instead of using only three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love laying in bed just hearing my thoughts speak to me&lt;br /&gt;about what things are supposed to be like.&lt;br /&gt;I love reminiscing about certain moments with certain people.&lt;br /&gt;I love the fact that you can just have peace and quiet instead of&lt;br /&gt;looking at that stupid right hand corner of this screen to maybe see&lt;br /&gt;"1 new notification"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is great and you shouldn't take it for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead unfortunately I am sitting here and looking at this computer screen&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my opinions on different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the difference though, You only have yourself to persuade.&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't let what other people say disrupt your train of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes you just gotta escape life and loosen the grip&lt;br /&gt;that's choking your neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fuck,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If YOU only knew...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-8951509452617681963?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/8951509452617681963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=8951509452617681963' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/8951509452617681963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/8951509452617681963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-this.html' title='What is this?'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-6395220386710179000</id><published>2009-04-26T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T23:51:52.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.marykuca.com/blogs/craig/images/choke_canucks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 84px;" src="http://www.marykuca.com/blogs/craig/images/choke_canucks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward through Spring please...This is crap.&lt;br /&gt;Soo beautiful outside as of late. &lt;br /&gt;Truly appreciating the sunshine.&lt;br /&gt;A sunny day calls for good crabbing weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't posted in a bit, but I don't really have anything to post about.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of wish my mind would link to my blog sometimes just so that I can already transfer some great thoughts in my head.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just start writing stuff down while I'm vibing somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a good little get away to Downtown Vancouver is way overdue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my last note.&lt;br /&gt;Go Hawks Go! &lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go (Insert western team here, but not the 'nucks) Go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-6395220386710179000?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/6395220386710179000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=6395220386710179000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/6395220386710179000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/6395220386710179000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/04/hmmm.html' title='Hmmm?'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-8134203115227592506</id><published>2009-04-20T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T13:48:26.697-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>Dang kid get your head outta your ass.&lt;br /&gt;Find yourself without being someone else.&lt;br /&gt;Your taking the wrong routes ya know?&lt;br /&gt;Be inspired but don't steal.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for you Kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm with my boy T on this one.&lt;br /&gt;dang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-8134203115227592506?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/8134203115227592506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=8134203115227592506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/8134203115227592506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/8134203115227592506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-1634093287025551237</id><published>2009-04-19T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T12:56:30.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-Up</title><content type='html'>Been a while and man, I fucking feel great!&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the fact that I had been practically working for the past two weeks &lt;br /&gt;non-stop! It actually feels like I'm accomplishing something now!&lt;br /&gt;yea yea!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but good times right now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh work...you'll always be my mistress.&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Welcome to Montana's, how many of you can I fucking upsell?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-1634093287025551237?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/1634093287025551237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=1634093287025551237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/1634093287025551237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/1634093287025551237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/04/re-up.html' title='Re-Up'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-3197352445366136485</id><published>2009-04-14T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T13:33:07.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn you Kanye</title><content type='html'>"Tell me now can you make it past your Caspers&lt;br /&gt;So we can finally fly off into NASA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;You was always the cheerleader of my dreams that&lt;br /&gt;Seem to only date the head of football teams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was the class clown that, always kept you laughin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;We, were never meant to be baby we just happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please, don't mess up the trick, hey young world I'm the new slick rick&lt;br /&gt;They say I move too quick, but we can't let the moment pass us&lt;br /&gt;Let the hourglass pass right into ashes&lt;br /&gt;Let the wind blow the ash right before my glasses&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this love letter right before my classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How could a goddess ask, someone that's only average&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For advice, OMG, you listen to that bitch?&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, it's me, baby this is tragic&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we had it, we was magic&lt;br /&gt;I was flyin', now I'm crashin'&lt;br /&gt;This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm mad, real mad, Joe Jackson&lt;br /&gt;You should leave your boyfriend now, I'mma ask him"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-3197352445366136485?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/3197352445366136485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=3197352445366136485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/3197352445366136485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/3197352445366136485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/04/damn-you-kanye.html' title='Damn you Kanye'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-1792101493506546383</id><published>2009-04-12T03:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:39:15.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BS</title><content type='html'>Bitter&lt;br /&gt;Bitter&lt;br /&gt;Bitter&lt;br /&gt;Bitter&lt;br /&gt;Bitter&lt;br /&gt;Bitter&lt;br /&gt;Bitter&lt;br /&gt;Bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet&gt;8xBitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that even logical?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-1792101493506546383?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/1792101493506546383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=1792101493506546383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/1792101493506546383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/1792101493506546383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/04/bs.html' title='BS'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-7404513895047712835</id><published>2009-04-09T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T14:17:55.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From me to you....</title><content type='html'>The past few weeks have been the most depressing weeks so far in my life.&lt;br /&gt;I laid in bed trying to break down every possible scenario in my head.&lt;br /&gt;I have been so blind sighted with you that I didn't realize what you were trying to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now understand why our break up was inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;It hurts, I don't want to hold you back any longer.&lt;br /&gt;You belong where your heart wants to be and it's not here.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be selfish and beg you to stay here for the rest of your life with me.&lt;br /&gt;But you never saw eye to eye with me on that.&lt;br /&gt;You told me that you couldn't really focus on us because you had too much going on in your life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for further complicating things.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a burden that shouldn't have rested on your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to make this transition in your life as smooth as possible.&lt;br /&gt;I'll bite my tongue till it bleeds just to hold back.&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep my eyes closed till I can't see anymore just to hold back the tears your supposed to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hold my breath and hope that things will change.&lt;br /&gt;A part of me wants to hope for the best and that we do eventually be together in the end. But so far that's just wishful thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin don't think that you didn't deserve anything I did for you. &lt;br /&gt;You deserved every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;From the flowers to dinners to even helping you bring out your bottles at work and putting up your chairs.&lt;br /&gt;You deserved every little break in your life you can get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that when Sunday rolls around it's really time to say our goodbyes, but I don't want to say goodbye or farewell. &lt;br /&gt;I just want to say Goodnight or talk to you later.&lt;br /&gt;Give you a cliche spin before you hop into your truck and drive off into the night.&lt;br /&gt;I won't see you exactly before you leave, to me it'll just feel like another week till I can truly appreciate your company again, but in reality it'll be longer.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to see you leave my house and know that your driving back onto Highway One east. I don't want that vision. I want to be left with my fairy tale ending so that it'll never be tainted.&lt;br /&gt;If things work out the way they are supposed than I'm not spilling my heart out like this for no reason. You see a lot of good qualities in me that I don't even see.I thank you for pointing them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So once again, when you leave on Sunday it'll be the lasting memory in my mind, along with the past couple of months. You made my life in BC well worth it. I thank you for that, I can't see my self being happier than I have been. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Accomplish what you have ahead of you in life. You have a good head on your shoulders.And if things don't work out the way I'd hope they would, you'll make another man happy. You have that talent. Your literally one in a billion.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget you Erin Melissa Chapin....Never.&lt;br /&gt;So good night and talk to you soon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life and all my goals.&lt;br /&gt;And love is blind but then I knew it,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was blinded by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;br /&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/Sd5l3P7bXlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Qi7J6h1AX6Q/s1600-h/DSCF0221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/Sd5l3P7bXlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Qi7J6h1AX6Q/s320/DSCF0221.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322803809441504850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Who's going to fill my inbox now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-7404513895047712835?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/7404513895047712835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=7404513895047712835' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/7404513895047712835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/7404513895047712835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/04/from-me-to-you.html' title='From me to you....'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/Sd5l3P7bXlI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Qi7J6h1AX6Q/s72-c/DSCF0221.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-1309720029971340414</id><published>2009-03-31T16:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T16:49:24.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha N.O</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="270"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3937777&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=3937777&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="270"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/3937777"&gt;Bbbboy Night Owl Shhhenanigans&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user842536"&gt;kurto mato&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-1309720029971340414?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/1309720029971340414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=1309720029971340414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/1309720029971340414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/1309720029971340414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/03/haha-no.html' title='haha N.O'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-6204466872572129854</id><published>2009-03-31T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T02:58:37.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm...?</title><content type='html'>Can't stop thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to stop thinking of you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold your hand through it.&lt;br /&gt;If what I thought you said to me that night was what I thought I heard....&lt;br /&gt;I meant to say it too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-6204466872572129854?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/6204466872572129854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=6204466872572129854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/6204466872572129854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/6204466872572129854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/03/hmmm.html' title='hmmm...?'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-575620692092462782</id><published>2009-03-23T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T03:06:45.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3160/2951949901_2dfaffc2ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 333px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3160/2951949901_2dfaffc2ba.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall asleep tonight because I don't want it to come anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you can't delay the inevitable but I want to try.&lt;br /&gt;Why...oh why. Fuck, you think things are finally going smooth but you hit a rough patch.&lt;br /&gt;I guess its time to show what we're made of. Lets pull through hun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not look like it but it feels like I'm about ready to fall hard...again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-575620692092462782?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/575620692092462782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=575620692092462782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/575620692092462782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/575620692092462782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-dont.html' title='I don&apos;t.'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3160/2951949901_2dfaffc2ba_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-5500602436347021540</id><published>2009-03-22T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T00:49:23.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Keys</title><content type='html'>Happiness is a pure state of mind.&lt;br /&gt;When your happy you know nothing can bring you down.&lt;br /&gt;Your ready to calm down when you want to and only you have control over that.&lt;br /&gt;And now..Vice Versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nom Nom Nom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think think think.&lt;br /&gt;Future Future Future.&lt;br /&gt;What do I do now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-5500602436347021540?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/5500602436347021540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=5500602436347021540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/5500602436347021540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/5500602436347021540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/03/random-keys.html' title='Random Keys'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-2071394792818060887</id><published>2009-03-11T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T01:44:57.077-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Munny Munny Munnny...MUUUNNNNY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l92/velamich/DSCF0079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l92/velamich/DSCF0079.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l92/velamich/DSCF0078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 640px;" src="http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l92/velamich/DSCF0078.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lol...Bored at home. So I picked one of these...&lt;br /&gt;guess I wasn't supposed to use a permanent marker but oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-2071394792818060887?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/2071394792818060887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=2071394792818060887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/2071394792818060887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/2071394792818060887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/03/munny-munny-munnnymuuunnnny.html' title='Munny Munny Munnny...MUUUNNNNY'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-9171136930599308141</id><published>2009-03-09T20:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T20:28:15.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another day</title><content type='html'>So today I went to look for Tuans shoes. When I got to Livestock they told me it was a women's shoe and that they didn't even have his size.Sorry dude, I tried.lol. I decided to kill time and just hang around downtown by myself( as per usual) and wait for traffic to blow over.Here's a what I felt/Achieved for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopping List:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;del&gt;Jeans&lt;/del&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoes&lt;br /&gt;Shirt&lt;br /&gt;Hoody/Jacket/Crewneck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Soundtrack:&lt;br /&gt;Damien Rice-Blowers Daughter&lt;br /&gt;Damien Rice-Cannonball&lt;br /&gt;Damien Rice-Delicate&lt;br /&gt;Journey-Any way you want it&lt;br /&gt;Panic at the Disco-Camisado&lt;br /&gt;Zion I-Birds Eye View&lt;br /&gt;Damian Marley-Pimp Ass Paradise&lt;br /&gt;The Guess Who-These Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Floated through my head today:&lt;br /&gt;If we met Mark Wahlberg would I let her hug him?&lt;br /&gt;I think Deal or No Deal would be easier than it looks.&lt;br /&gt;Calgary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ends another day. Can't wait to finish off this Munny ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-9171136930599308141?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/9171136930599308141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=9171136930599308141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/9171136930599308141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/9171136930599308141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-another-day.html' title='Just another day'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-1068844828842353438</id><published>2009-03-07T14:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:06:13.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep yo head up son.</title><content type='html'>Yo on the real.&lt;br /&gt;Buddy, I know how it feels like to be in your shoes.&lt;br /&gt;I've been there, and believe me it does suck for the time being.&lt;br /&gt;I kind of wish I was in your shoes, cause you know what your doing in life.&lt;br /&gt;Your getting educated and I've got nothing to fall back on.&lt;br /&gt;Your good person man.&lt;br /&gt;Things will look up, don't worry.&lt;br /&gt;Don't start bringing yourself down.&lt;br /&gt;When hard times are coming all you can do is push through.&lt;br /&gt;You'll only come out stronger and more knowledgeable.&lt;br /&gt;Follow your own dreams.&lt;br /&gt;To live through someone else is not being true to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;No matter where the opinions are coming from&lt;br /&gt;Prove to them that your worth it in your own way.&lt;br /&gt;There's no point in trying to do something you won't like.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head up man.&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm here for ya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-1068844828842353438?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/1068844828842353438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=1068844828842353438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/1068844828842353438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/1068844828842353438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/03/keep-yo-head-up-son.html' title='Keep yo head up son.'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-3007350603167355876</id><published>2009-03-07T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T14:01:14.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Fuck yo?</title><content type='html'>Alright a server rant. Here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;To that FAT fucking piece of trailer trash lady in the pink track suit...FUCK YOU.&lt;br /&gt;You obviously don't know what cooked pork looks like. I will admit those ribs did have an abundance of fat on them but fuck, it looks like you would've eaten all that in a heart beat! How dare you waste my time bitching and complaining about food that looks like you! Fucking bitch! If the ribs weren't good how come your two kids ate them? Answer me that. You fat gobbling whore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;To the motherfucker that had the audacity to fucking clap and tell me to "hop to it" when I CLEARLY had to pay out six 19 fucking people INDIVIDUALLY. YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I WOULD'VE THROWN A CUP AT YOU AND INTENTIONALLY MISSED AND HIT YOUR WIFE! YOU SON OF A BITCH.GO FUCKING EAT AT DENNY'S CAUSE THE WAY YOU CAME INTO THE RESTAURANT YOU CLEARLY LOOKED LIKE YOU DIDN'T BELONG IN MONTANA'S. NUFF SAID. YOUR STRAIGHT UP TRASH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people I deal with, yeesh. Do you get a little bit of excitement fucking with other peoples time? I think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-3007350603167355876?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/3007350603167355876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=3007350603167355876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/3007350603167355876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/3007350603167355876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-fuck-yo.html' title='What the Fuck yo?'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-6033281115005545703</id><published>2009-02-28T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:28:09.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Mr. Damian Marley</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0__REPL31iU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/0__REPL31iU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She got more miles than a rented Avis...."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-6033281115005545703?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/6033281115005545703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=6033281115005545703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/6033281115005545703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/6033281115005545703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-mr-damian-marley.html' title='Oh Mr. Damian Marley'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-1108516928866999934</id><published>2009-02-28T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T13:19:15.155-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonder why?</title><content type='html'>Weather is getting better despite a little bit of snow. But its been nice and sunny out!&lt;br /&gt;I think that the weather and fact that I'm keeping active is putting me in a good mood as of late.&lt;br /&gt;So... Edmonton in about two weeks. So excited&lt;br /&gt;can't wait to see all those home boys and just kick it for once.&lt;br /&gt;Plus Nike Factory outlet as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.....I gotta plan a day trip to Washington one of these days...&lt;br /&gt;who's down?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-1108516928866999934?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/1108516928866999934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=1108516928866999934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/1108516928866999934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/1108516928866999934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/02/wonder-why.html' title='Wonder why?'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-6704673865985846265</id><published>2009-02-24T15:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T15:51:04.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boop</title><content type='html'>Wrap your head around what I've been trying to say for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay with seeing you once a week&lt;br /&gt;I know that what your doing is important&lt;br /&gt;I just want to make sure your alright&lt;br /&gt;You can't please everyone&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy the way things are.&lt;br /&gt;Can't be happier&lt;br /&gt;Wrap your head around it.&lt;br /&gt;I don't plan on staying for a couple of months&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep a good thing going.&lt;br /&gt;Lets paint the town red&lt;br /&gt;Fuck it...&lt;br /&gt;Lets paint the town what ever color you want&lt;br /&gt;They'll know its us.&lt;br /&gt;Lets cause a motherfuckin ruckus&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-6704673865985846265?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/6704673865985846265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=6704673865985846265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/6704673865985846265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/6704673865985846265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/02/boop.html' title='Boop'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-2735865457245391024</id><published>2009-02-01T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T19:27:19.867-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>I wish everything can be so simple.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that our goals can be easily achieved.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we could work through everything together.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that we won't go separate ways.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for the best.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that someday you'll be happy.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you weren't so exhausted all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would only know how hard I'll work for us.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you would actually know how much patience I have for you.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you knew that your not being selfish.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you knew that every second I spend with you its not being wasted.&lt;br /&gt;I wish for the future.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could stop wishing for all these things to happen because I want them to be real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have a high standard of relationships, but I believe that there is a way to make ends meet. I don't want us end. I don't want us to have an expiry date....&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew how much you saved me from myself, maybe it'll be a different perspective.But I don't want to put that kind of pressure on you. You have enough on your plate....&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to count the days, but I might have to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-2735865457245391024?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/2735865457245391024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=2735865457245391024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/2735865457245391024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/2735865457245391024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-5604941667836951143</id><published>2009-01-31T13:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T13:53:17.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL</title><content type='html'>"what if people has no reason to kill .. what if killing people has no meanning ..what if dance means kill ..what if you undestood what i said worng it means that the problem not mine or yours... be you by yourself my Friend and dance for reason not toi let people whispers about you ......... be you"&lt;br /&gt;LOLOLOLOL&lt;br /&gt;posted by some random dude&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-5604941667836951143?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/5604941667836951143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=5604941667836951143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/5604941667836951143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/5604941667836951143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/01/lol.html' title='LOL'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-237543949268141227</id><published>2009-01-23T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:15:03.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Youtubing</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Iiy8OyhK4io&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/Iiy8OyhK4io&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/7420540395245301080-237543949268141227?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/237543949268141227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=237543949268141227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/237543949268141227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/237543949268141227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/01/youtubing.html' title='Youtubing'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-8486687988054810746</id><published>2009-01-17T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:08:52.017-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little Early Planning.</title><content type='html'>So in less then a month Valentines Day is coming up.&lt;br /&gt;I've got something mustered up but it will for sure drain my already broke ass.&lt;br /&gt;Lets just say it cost me 75 bucks to put a deposit on a reservation for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;I mean 75 dollar deposit? Really??&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it looks like a nice restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;They have a set seven course menu especially for Valentines Day. But it's also 70 bucks a person plus what ever wine your going to drink.I hope to God she doesn't have expensive taste when it comes to wine. Maybe I'll smuggle in some moon shine.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also its kind of hard to think of something when you don't know if her ex did everything ten times better.&lt;br /&gt;I guess its gotta come from the heart..&lt;br /&gt;eeewe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-8486687988054810746?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/8486687988054810746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=8486687988054810746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/8486687988054810746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/8486687988054810746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/01/little-early-planning.html' title='A little Early Planning.'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-1870832189654073399</id><published>2009-01-17T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T15:04:39.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for me? No? Okay...</title><content type='html'>Fuck, 2009 so far is very wishy washy.&lt;br /&gt;South Surrey store is no longer opening due to the fact  Cara thinks it will lose more money then it will make in the first six months.&lt;br /&gt;^Dumb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, it seems like I have very little time for myself now a days. No days where I can just sit at home and vibe, or go shopping and site seeing.Granted I have two days off per week, I spend most of the time taking care of errands or cleaning. I've had one day where I can just vibe on the sky-train and just shop, but even then it felt rushed.  blaaaaah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh life...where did you go?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-1870832189654073399?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/1870832189654073399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=1870832189654073399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/1870832189654073399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/1870832189654073399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/01/time-for-me-no-okay.html' title='Time for me? No? Okay...'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-3326204304236908157</id><published>2009-01-01T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T22:23:13.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What ever happened in 2008?</title><content type='html'>So here's a quick little recap of my 2008:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January: Ended my contract w/ Service Alberta, under the AR department. After Service Alberta i started my contract with Capital Health, which was not very fun. I ended up getting let go from Capital Health and being rehired by Service Alberta. At Service Alberta I over took a very challenging role in which I was not able to apply to myself, therefore I left that contract.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February: So I'm unemployed at this point and was grinding out @ the Casino. I know that the casino was a bad thing so with help from my friends I soon left that behind.  I Finally got a call from agency for another contract, this job was particularly more exciting because I was going to be employed by Encana (I think). It was a short term contract which only lasted two weeks. So I saved my pay from there and stretched it out. My mom was in the Philippines for the first week of the month, so I was practically broke and left to fend for my own. I managed to cook enough food to last one week. The food consisted of a shrimp soup and rice. I had saved the broth from the soup and rationed out enough rice to last me the week. That was freaking low point. I don't have anyone to blame but myself. My mom came back so I was able to breathe again. I started to go clubbing with my boys, and it was a hell of a good time! So begins the Bar Star chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March: In about the middle of the month I had been talking to my brother who lives in BC. He asked me if I wanted to spend two months in Vancouver just to save money, kind of like a mini vacation. I agreed because I thought it would be a good change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April:So I have one month left in Edmonton before I made my way down to Vancouver. Me and my friends went Clubbing practically every weekend, no matter what. We would make weekly trips to Calgary for my boy Tuan cause he had to practice with O'Mighty reppin Calgary in Bboy Unit Canada. So we would go Clubbing Friday and wake up Saturday morning and make the three hour drive. It was awesome, made me feel like I was living my age instead of trying to be some mature guy. April was the shit and I'll never forget it. I realized who my tight friends were and we made lots of memories just kicking it and doing random shit. Close the Bar star chapter and start a new in Vancouver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June: So my brother and his girlfriend made the long trek to Edmonton from Vancouver to come and pick me up. We made our way on June 1st to Vancouver. A very early start and got into Vancouver just in time. His place was chill, nice tenants but they are shady. We lived in a decent part of Surrey(which is practically part of Vancouver). I tried to find jobs and applied to miscellaneous places but I found no luck. I spent most of my days taking the sky-train into downtown Vancouver and doing some sight-seeing/shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July: My mom came down for a long weekend visit and it was fun! We went across the border(which three hours just to get into Washington) and did some shopping. I accompanied my mom back to Edmonton. It took us a full 24hours just to drive back because there was some stupid mudslide or whatever in Jasper. I kicked it with my homies and we did the usual weekend stuff.Go to practice, go to bar, eat some pho, and enjoyed some nice bubble tea.I also visited my family which I had missed alot. I flew back to Vancouver because I had a job lined up with Montana's. My brother is a Kitchen Manager there and very well respected for his work. I got the Job and so began training and the shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August: Brand new restaurant and practically a brand new life. I had an idea that I wouldn't be moving back to Edmonton any time soon so I kind of embraced my surroundings so I can get more comfortable. The restaurant started a little slow but business picked up. I made some new friends and what not started to feel like Vancouver was a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September: At the end of the month we had moved to a new basement suite so that it wouldn't be such a far trek to work. Haha, so I had been jumping back and forth between some girls at work(no I wasn't being a man slut) and some of them had a "but" factor.All except for one girl. she was cool shit. Unfortunately she had a boyfriend so I was absolutely sure I had no chance there. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the end of September I mustered the balls and just asked her to hang out, ya know? If I don't have a chance with her, why not make a friend out of the situation. So begins a cloud of mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October: So apparently that girl I was hanging out with got dumped by her long term boyfriend. On one side of the spectrum I felt bad for her, because you know... I care, and on the other side I saw it as a window of opportunity. The more and more I hung out with her the more and more I was digging her personality. At this point the news about the new South Surrey store opening caused a little stir within the management team. So ends October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November: Pretty much the same as October. I was hanging out with the girl from work. I made my way back to Edmonton for a week for my Grandfathers birthday, and because I was missing Edmonton too much( not so much the city, but the people). I came back to Edmonton feeling refreshed and ready to work. I was serving and also working in the kitchen so I can have more experience all around. The girl I was hanging with made everything fun but at the same time stressful. If you read any of my other posts refer to "New Age Standards" and you'll know why I was a little stressed. She wasn't sleeping around, but the fact that we weren't "Official" made it kind of paranoial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December: Almost the end of the year, and also a very busy time. I found out who was going to the new store, and I had requested with the aid of my brother to also be transferred there to work in the kitchen permanently. I felt this was a good move. So...........the girl. As you can see she kind of preoccupies my mind. At this point I was getting EXTREMELY frustrated and was jumping back and forth. (refer to "Silver Platter?"). But as it came to the middle of the month, it seemed that we showed alot more interest in each other and it showed that maybe we'll be going somewhere.Christmas and my birthday was fun stuff. Got a Camera,electric shaver, golfballs, and a hat for Xmas/my birthday (still waiting for my bed though =P). My brother got a TV for his birthday which me and his girlfriend halfed. New years was awesome, the girl I was seeing just came back from Calgary and she came over to say "Hi" and stayed for the whole countdown.&lt;br /&gt;After the countdown began 2009.  A new year, and new goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New years to my Boys in Edmonton and to my family as well. Hope 2009 will be a strong year for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-3326204304236908157?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/3326204304236908157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=3326204304236908157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/3326204304236908157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/3326204304236908157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-ever-happened-in-2008.html' title='What ever happened in 2008?'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-5028774037809440971</id><published>2008-12-11T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:41:16.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>House?</title><content type='html'>So this is a bunch of House dancers executing the routine from Chris Browns "Forever" video.&lt;br /&gt;They just keep going and going. Fucking amazing steps.&lt;br /&gt;the song they use in the video is:&lt;br /&gt;Wahoo-Hold You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yXvxI7t8oUw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&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/yXvxI7t8oUw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/7420540395245301080-5028774037809440971?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/5028774037809440971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=5028774037809440971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/5028774037809440971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/5028774037809440971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2008/12/house.html' title='House?'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7420540395245301080.post-3135778203571109113</id><published>2008-12-09T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:39:34.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Age Standards?</title><content type='html'>So...I just moved to BC and I don't know how they do things here, but it seems a little fucked up.&lt;br /&gt;Back in Alberta when people want to start a relationship, they gotta know the person is into them.&lt;br /&gt;Like yeah go on a couple dates and get a good sense of where things are going, then they eventually agree that yes, they are in fact "Exclusive".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile here in BC they go by the terms "Seeing each other".&lt;br /&gt;Which I find is just another excuse for both people to whore around. Its pathetic and a complete waste of time. I mean how can people seriously do that? Are people that insecure or that much of a whore to actually commit to something? It's almost like that other person is a security blanket, in which after they are done whoring around they have someone to go home to.&lt;br /&gt;Little does the person at home know that he has a walking STD coming through their door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So enjoy the people you "see", cause they are just morons that have issues.&lt;br /&gt;Oh the slices of life.&lt;br /&gt;Have fun you STD kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7420540395245301080-3135778203571109113?l=maddoxone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/feeds/3135778203571109113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7420540395245301080&amp;postID=3135778203571109113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/3135778203571109113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7420540395245301080/posts/default/3135778203571109113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maddoxone.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-age-standards.html' title='New Age Standards?'/><author><name>Hype Killed what?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04840518989514607344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l4k-XbNG7Hw/SeL5YWG0HSI/AAAAAAAAAB8/zzUmkFMTEyQ/S220/DSCF0087.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
