<?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-8869252609398539714</id><updated>2011-11-24T10:25:22.965-05:00</updated><category term='whats on my mind right now'/><category term='jokes'/><category term='good hair'/><category term='poem'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='news'/><category term='lil kim'/><category term='race relations'/><category term='lists'/><category term='marriage'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='charles hamilton'/><category term='ballon boy'/><category term='safety'/><category term='ranting'/><category term='happy anniversary'/><category term='thoughts'/><category term='family'/><category term='fine men'/><category term='from the heart'/><category term='jay z'/><category term='off the wall'/><category term='update'/><category term='changes'/><category term='top 10'/><category term='esso'/><category term='vision'/><category term='favorites'/><category term='jesus'/><category term='personal'/><category term='tupac'/><category term='politics'/><category term='sha stimuli'/><category term='the bfears show'/><category term='college'/><category term='music'/><category term='black women'/><category term='my thoughts'/><category term='REST IN PEACE MICHAEL JACKSON'/><category term='gay suicides'/><category term='based'/><category term='school'/><category term='bigger person'/><category term='t.i'/><category term='life'/><category term='national guard'/><category term='kanye'/><category term='obama'/><category term='the bf3ars show'/><category term='RIP'/><category term='church'/><category term='baby'/><category term='opinion'/><category term='lauryn hill'/><category term='the pink lavalamp'/><category term='randoms'/><category term='the game'/><title type='text'>Enemy of The State [the bf3ars blog]</title><subtitle type='html'>the world according to bfears/bf3ars</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-1816721734856714184</id><published>2011-11-24T09:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T10:18:58.794-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Take My Dream Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnBtUoIc6mI/Ts5f9kdk5eI/AAAAAAAAAPM/cBEBeL2GC-A/s1600/5407092038_a7aa8bbb0d_b.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnBtUoIc6mI/Ts5f9kdk5eI/AAAAAAAAAPM/cBEBeL2GC-A/s320/5407092038_a7aa8bbb0d_b.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678581691525162466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember, I've been in love with basketball.  I started playing competitively when I was in seventh grade &amp;amp; I haven't looked back since.  Ever since my 8th grade year, I have started every team I have played for (except for disciplinary reasons).  Basketball was my best friend.  When I was sad, down, and depressed basketball understood me.  Basketball didn't ask me questions or treat me differently.  He accepted me for who I was.  When I was in high school, someone joked and said I was going to bring Wilson (a brand of basketball) to the prom.  I wish I could have LOL.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After high school, I received a basketball scholarship to play basketball for Saint Catharine College.  It was only for the junior varsity team but I was still excited because I got to continue to live my dream, which was to play basketball.  I had the mindset that I was gonna play a year for JV and then move up to the varsity.  It didn't work out that way, and I ended up quitting the team.  I started for the team and was one of the best players on the team but in retrospect I Didn't appreciate what I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that I am at Spalding University and not receiving alot of playing time, I look back and realize that at SCC I was too cocky.  I was 18 years old and thought I knew everything.  This has definitely been a humbling experience.  Last year at Spalding, I played a total of 40 minutes the ENTIRE season.  Yeah, I'm serious.  It was a very difficult year mentally and emotionally for me. But I made it through even though I wanted to quit.  I used to ask myself last year, why are you still here? I guess I didn't want to quit because of my love for the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, I knew it was going to be different.  We have 5 seniors so I didn't think I was going to start, but through two games I have played a total of ZERO minutes.  Yeah Zero. That is not a typo.  It's so bad.  I am literally the only person on the team who doesn't get into the game.  This has taken a toll on my confidence.  I used to be confident in my talent and my ability to play this game.  I am not so sure anymore.  I wanted to quit after the first game of the year.  But my teammates talked me out of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People ask me all the time.  Why play, if you are not playing? That is a damn good question, and one I ask myself all the time.  I come across people all the time who played basketball in high school and who were fairly decent.  Some played on teams that went to state and all.  Out of 20 people I know who had the talent to play college ball, only 3 went to play ball.  And only two of us are still playing.  That is why I play.  I pay because I don't want to be 36 and wondering what if.  I play for the girl who wrote me on facebook who loves basketball and can't play because she has seizures.  I play for my cousin who died who used to love basketball and played in high school.  I play for all of these people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whenever I get down, I simply go to the gym and pick up a ball and shoot.  Basketball takes me to another place.  I used to have a dream of making it to the WNBA.  I don't anymore.  But after I graduate, I will still try out for a team.  Why? Cause you never know.  I don't want to wonder what if.  I have a future post basketball, but I cannot imagine my life without basketball.  So I hope to coach one day.  I will always love the game for everything it has given to me.  Basketball gave me hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-1816721734856714184?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/1816721734856714184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2011/11/take-my-dream-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1816721734856714184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1816721734856714184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2011/11/take-my-dream-away.html' title='Take My Dream Away'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnBtUoIc6mI/Ts5f9kdk5eI/AAAAAAAAAPM/cBEBeL2GC-A/s72-c/5407092038_a7aa8bbb0d_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-7117913667438748658</id><published>2011-04-28T22:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T23:24:31.006-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race relations'/><title type='text'>Kentucky Politics = Racist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Man to be honest, I already knew Kentucky was racist. Back when I got followed in stores in the mall, back when I wore an Obama shirt on my college campus (St. Catharine) and got evil stares, back when I didn't know anything else. The shit has hit the fan man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Personal opinions aside, everything I am stating is fact. Look it up on the Courier-Journal.  Agriculture Commissioner Richie Farmer used taxpayers money ($1,576) to stay in a hotel that was a few miles away from his house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Meanwhile, Councilwoman Judy Green is under fire for hiring her husband, &amp;amp; relatives for a summer cleaning job.  She has clearly stated multiple times no one was NOT hired because her relatives WERE hired. The Ethics committee also stated that while no laws were broken her choices were "unethical". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Definition of unethical (princeton.edu)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;not conforming to approved standards of social or professional behavior. So unethical is a loosely based definition. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;In my humble opinion, Dr. Green did what any other person would have done, the same thing we as people are taught from the very foundation of our lives, to look out for our family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I know the reason Dr. Green is getting the butt of the criticism. It's simple really. It's because of her race &amp;amp; I dare anyone to tell me any differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-7117913667438748658?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/7117913667438748658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2011/04/kentucky-politics-racist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/7117913667438748658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/7117913667438748658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2011/04/kentucky-politics-racist.html' title='Kentucky Politics = Racist'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-3270627472146521142</id><published>2011-03-04T12:29:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T12:41:01.390-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Black Woman = Baby Mama</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about this for a long time. If I step on a few toes so be it. It's my blog and my thoughts.  I am tired of young women having babies to "keep a man". It's sickening and pathetic. If you haven't learned from the first generation of idiots that it doesn't work, why do you think you're gonna be different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that boggles my mind, is when women say, labels don't matter. I know where his heart is. No bitch you're dumb. I know where his dick is. In another woman dumb ass. You think he's only fucking you? Negative. And y'all wonder why we (black women) are constantly leading the WORLD in new HIV infections. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not "clowning" anybody. I'm just tired of seeing and hearing this bullshit. Ladies be smart and wrap it up. Stop letting these dudes play you for a fool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something else I was pondering. Less people than ever before are content with "shacking up" and not getting married. I'm not one to judge anyone, lets make that clear but when did the tides change? At first it was all about the big marriage and the house and kids. Now if a man is living with you for an extended period of time y'all are considered married. Huh? Really? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think? Is marriage a necessity in this day and age? Why or why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-3270627472146521142?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/3270627472146521142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2011/03/black-woman-baby-mama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/3270627472146521142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/3270627472146521142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2011/03/black-woman-baby-mama.html' title='Black Woman = Baby Mama'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-6843172864617247026</id><published>2011-03-04T12:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T12:28:53.614-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bigger person'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Bigger Person?</title><content type='html'>To be honest, I used to be a hot head. Major Attitude. It was really bad. So bad that I once got into a fight in a basketball game, threw a ball at someone, and got arrested (didn't go to jail or get booked tho, thanks Mom =]). Honestly I feel like if i didn't change my ways, I was going to end up in jail for assault or something worse than that. Thank God I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't been all its cracked up to be though. I can't front, at times I find myself wondering if its worth it, being the bigger person. There is no reward, only personal satisfaction. But thats not even enough for me now days. Example one, the other day I was trying to comfort someone and her exact words were, "Don't fucking talk to me." The first thing I wanted to do was say, "Look her bitch I was trying to be nice and help your lil ugly ass out, but fuck you and your problems honestly!" But I just kindly smiled and walked away. There are many other examples and I could go on forever but sometimes I just wanna smack someone, flatten a tire or two, or throw a brick through a window. Hey I'm just being real. But I don't. I've changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't give the Army all the credit but it did have a profound effect on my thinking.  I couldn't smack or cuss out a drill sergeant. It was a prime lesson on holding my tongue "for the better". But where is better? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not saying I'm gonna go back to being ratchet and cussing everyone out, but I think I was happier when I was that way. Even if I did stand a chance of going to jail. LOL jk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone else ran into this problem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-6843172864617247026?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/6843172864617247026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2011/03/bigger-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6843172864617247026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6843172864617247026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2011/03/bigger-person.html' title='Bigger Person?'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-2549057415012923741</id><published>2010-11-09T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T21:46:13.780-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gay suicides'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my thoughts'/><title type='text'>Enough is Enough</title><content type='html'>A short one page paper on my thoughts about the recent string of gay suicides...what are your thoughts? What can we do to fix this issue? (links included)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough is Enough&lt;br /&gt;My Thoughts on Bullying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sadly, there has been a recent trend of teenagers (mostly male) who are killing themselves.  Most of the time the reason has been because of bullying and because the males are either gay or presumed to be gay.  This is disturbing and sends the wrong message to kids especially young gay kids; it’s okay to kill yourself if the pain becomes unbearable.  This is the wrong message to send to our kids.  &lt;br /&gt; Let’s face it, gay or straight, kids will be bullied.  It’s a fact of life.  I was teased many times growing up over many things.  But when is bullying “too” much?  When does it cross the line? When does it stop being playful and start being hurtful?  For gays and lesbians, the teasing is constant and there are no playful undertones at all.  They are already having an internal struggle and they have a need to feel accepted.  Many are rejected by their families so school is the only outlet for them.  When their peers don’t accept them, it makes them feel like no one loves them.  Add this to the fact that their religious leaders are telling them they are wrong and are going to hell, it can be a bit much, too much to handle.  That’s when they feel like the only way to end the pain is to end their life.  It’s a sad cycle being repeated by too many of our bright young youth.  In fact, one third of all teens who commit suicide are gay.&lt;br /&gt; Honestly, the answer to stopping these suicides is not to stop bullying.  Yes, that is a step in the right direction but we can’t honestly think that we can stop all bullying instantly.  We have to raise our kids differently and it starts at home.  Parents have to teach their kids to be more accepting of people of all races, religions, and sexual orientations.  Also, the schools have to start being more proactive.  All kids who are being bullied aren’t going to ask for help for fear of being bullied more.  So the schools and educators have to keep an eye out for students who are in trouble.  Many of them exhibit warning sign before they take their life, it’s up to the educators to find those kids who are “slipping through the cracks” and get them help before it’s too late.  How many suicides does it take for us as educators, as Americans, and as a people to say enough is enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Links&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.aolhealth.com/2010/10/12/gay-teen-suicide-surge/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ordinary-gentlemen.com/2010/10/gay-teen-suicides/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/11/09/AR2010110904656.html&lt;br /&gt;http://abcnews.go.com/US/gay-teen-suicide-sparks-debate/story?id=11788128&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-2549057415012923741?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/2549057415012923741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2010/11/enough-is-enough.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2549057415012923741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2549057415012923741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2010/11/enough-is-enough.html' title='Enough is Enough'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-7596036961313927496</id><published>2010-03-16T01:43:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T01:32:41.205-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fine men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lists'/><title type='text'>Future Baby Daddies! LOL</title><content type='html'>This is a list of all the men I think are fine! Not just regular fine but off the top over the wall, procreation fine!!!! (In No Particular Order) Ill be adding to this list in the future as well. Enjoy! &amp;amp; who did i miss?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carmelo Anthony&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/?action=view&amp;amp;current=melonhisson.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/melonhisson.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Charles Hamilton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/?action=view&amp;amp;current=5935_98750138411_654918411_2148561_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/5935_98750138411_654918411_2148561_.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pooch Hall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/?action=view&amp;amp;current=9277_large.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/9277_large.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Game &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/?action=view&amp;amp;current=dggsjksc_15587f7wb6svz_b.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/dggsjksc_15587f7wb6svz_b.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nipsey Hussle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/?action=view&amp;amp;current=nipsey.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/nipsey.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyrese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/?action=view&amp;amp;current=tyrese.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/tyrese.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lance Gross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/?action=view&amp;amp;current=lg5.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/lg5.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allen Payne (in his Jason's Lyric Days)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/?action=view&amp;amp;current=allenpayne_1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/allenpayne_1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edgar Sosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/?action=view&amp;amp;current=6692_607859368174_38314790_35485419.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/6692_607859368174_38314790_35485419.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wiz Khalifa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/?action=view&amp;amp;current=WizKhalifa.png" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/WizKhalifa.png" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike Rosario &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/?action=view&amp;amp;current=611713.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/611713.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chris Brown (yes still)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chris-brown-5854.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/chris-brown-5854.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tyga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/?action=view&amp;amp;current=06_tyga.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/06_tyga.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bow Wow &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/?action=view&amp;amp;current=06.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/06.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will Smith (In his Fresh Prince Days)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/?action=view&amp;amp;current=will.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/will.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chad Ochocinco &lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://s512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/?action=view&amp;current=77736326.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/77736326.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-7596036961313927496?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/7596036961313927496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2010/03/future-baby-daddies-lol.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/7596036961313927496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/7596036961313927496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2010/03/future-baby-daddies-lol.html' title='Future Baby Daddies! LOL'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i512.photobucket.com/albums/t321/bfears_12/sexy%20black%20men/th_melonhisson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-1596369535494252625</id><published>2010-03-11T23:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:45:24.082-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vision'/><title type='text'>Car Crash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I really honestly think when I leave this Earth, it'll be in the form of a car cash.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All the time I have visions of my demise in a crash.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It got to a point where I would be nervous just to get into a car.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its like that too now, but not as much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I can drive and be a passenger but I still see visions almost all the time I'm in a car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; This is weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyone else have these types of visions/thoughts?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#66FFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-1596369535494252625?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/1596369535494252625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2010/03/car-crash.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1596369535494252625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1596369535494252625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2010/03/car-crash.html' title='Car Crash'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-1684363914508587503</id><published>2010-02-27T23:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T00:02:29.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Depend on No One</title><content type='html'>In this world you cant depend on no one. NO ONE. when i say no one i mean no one. Not one person. I'm tired of everybody who says they're gone do something for me, and then they dont. Thats why I try to stick to my word. Cuz i know how much I hate that shit, so i know other people hate it.  Thats why I'm going to the Guard. Cuz I gotta do for Brittany. No one can look out for me the way I can look out for me. I gotta grow up, &amp;amp; branch out. Im so tired of having to depend on people &amp;amp; getting let down. March 30th that will all change if its the Lord's Will. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small rant, but this is how i'm feeling. I feel so... idk.  I'm just ready to be my own woman &amp;amp; stop depending on people. I'm so ready to have my own income. My own apartment, my own car, my own space, my own everything. Fuck everything else. Thats my main focus for 2010. Mark my words by the end of 2010, I will have my own of everything I just mentioned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-1684363914508587503?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/1684363914508587503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2010/02/depend-on-no-one.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1684363914508587503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1684363914508587503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2010/02/depend-on-no-one.html' title='Depend on No One'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-432472069731453922</id><published>2010-02-20T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T17:36:46.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national guard'/><title type='text'>its official</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4BjpFxay6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/CY-omQcKybg/s1600-h/ng+wallpaper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4BjpFxay6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/CY-omQcKybg/s320/ng+wallpaper.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440457907438799778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its official. i am a member of the Kentucky Army National Guard. I leave for basic the end of March. God is good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-432472069731453922?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/432472069731453922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-official.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/432472069731453922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/432472069731453922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2010/02/its-official.html' title='its official'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4BjpFxay6I/AAAAAAAAAHY/CY-omQcKybg/s72-c/ng+wallpaper.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-1415443959637566554</id><published>2010-02-03T08:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:53:32.936-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>What Would It Be Like?</title><content type='html'>Its 8:41 AM &amp;amp; i have slept a total of 9 hours the past two days. But hey that's life. lol. but anyways i am looking on this website called blackcelebritykids.com. I love that website. It has news and pics of all the little babies and the teenagers as well. I cant help but to think what would life be like, if i was Diddy's daughter, or one of Russel's nieces. They never have to work a day in their life, ya know. Like it must be nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always wondered how God assessed who got what life. Like how he picks out our life for us. I mean I will always have to work hard for any and everything i get. not that I'm complaining but i have accepted that fact in my life. No silver spoon, I'm eating with a plastic fork right now. Will this make me a better person in the long run? Better yet, will it even matter? Random questions from a very random person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this, is just what it seems. I learned today that another girl in my high school class is pregnant. I'm pretty sure there are only 3 of us who don't have a baby (or babies in some cases). Half had their babies during high school and the other half right after. Crazy. (this is crazy too: &lt;a href="http://www.bit.ly/c95e3Q"&gt;www.bit.ly/c95e3Q&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I want kids (only two, a boy and a girl), I refuse to bring my child into this world without being properly cared for.  I want my child to have it all and to never have to want for anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking the other day, like gosh I'm gonna be an old mom.  But I'd rather be that, that be a young mom struggling to make ends meet.  My child WILL have a wonderful life that I'm sure.  I pray every night that when I do procreate my child will come out with ten fingers ten toes and disease free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this goes to say, have you ever wondered about what life would be like if you were filthy rich? would you want that life? are you satisfied with your life?&lt;br /&gt;Talk to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-1415443959637566554?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/1415443959637566554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-would-it-be-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1415443959637566554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1415443959637566554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2010/02/what-would-it-be-like.html' title='What Would It Be Like?'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-6739081427657095214</id><published>2010-01-03T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T19:58:39.004-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='whats on my mind right now'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ranting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='national guard'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>whats on my mind right now</title><content type='html'>right now, its 7:44 pm on January 3rd, 2010. This is whats on my mind. I might offend some ppl but eff it its my blog. &amp; i dont care anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As mean as this may sound, in 2010 I have to learn to be more selfish. It hurts but its true.  Sometimes, i sacrifice my own happiness so others can be happy. In 2010 that will not be the case. I sometimes bite my tongue cuz i dont want to hurt ppls feelings. I bite my tongue because its the "right thing to do". Says who? I mean if I told all yall what I really think and stuff yall might think I need to be institutionalized. dead ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month at home has made me realize how much I need my own place, my own space.  I really need it. I need my self time.  The time I set aside each day for me, has been interrupted. My shower time is the only time I have to myself. Its quiet relaxing and I can talk and vent to myself. (Dont act like yall dont talk in the shower lol dead ass tho).  I need that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im confused.  I want to work hard one day, and the next I want to be lazy. Im so tired of people who say a college degree is the route to a better life. Yes, but no. When I see idiots with a 7th grade reading level who are millionaires, I wonder to myself, why them? But i cant worry about the next person I gotta be focused on me and getting me to where I need to go so i can better the life of myself and my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder.  I really think I was put on this earth to teach and to better people.  At the same time, Im tired of having to worry about money, and count every dollar and budget. But the life of a teacher isnt million dollar dreams.  So im conflicted.  Do I switch my major and go for the money? or stay in Education and go for the people? Always get a job you like they say. Well whats good if I have a job I like, but..... man I dont even know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this military thing.  Im not gone even lie. Im going for stability for myself and my brothers and sisters.  Honestly if it wasnt for them and my lil cousins I wouldnt even be in college. Such is the life of a role model. Lol. Im not complaining tho. I love them and wouldnt be half the person I am without them. They better me in more ways than one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I can remember the only thing that makes me happy is _____.  But what happens when ____ is taking from me? It makes me humble, and more focused and driven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all my ranting for now. I could go on, but i digress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#nowplaying Show TuFli-Come Home With Me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-6739081427657095214?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/6739081427657095214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-on-my-mind-right-now.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6739081427657095214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6739081427657095214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2010/01/whats-on-my-mind-right-now.html' title='whats on my mind right now'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-6883114336449808290</id><published>2009-12-10T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T00:29:04.805-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='race relations'/><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>I first noticed the change in high school. From my junior year to my senior year I noticed a big change.  I didnt know what it was.  I thought something might have been wrong with me.  But someone told me, "you're fine. you're maturing." At first I didnt know what that meant.  I just shook it off.  But then I had real life examples guide me through.  Things I did when I was a junior I didnt do when I was a senior.  Things like cutting class, talking back, getting smart.  I just didnt do it.  Not that I didnt have the urge to, I did.  But a little voice in my head just told me it wasnt the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash forward to college.  I swear everyday I am tested.  I dont know why but I am.  Anybody that knows me knows I have a bad mouth and an even badder attitude.  So sometimes I think people like to test me, on purpose.  Today, I receive an email from my advisor telling me I need to meet with him before Friday.  I have been hasseling him since last week to meet so I can do my schedule and today he finally emails me back.  So I already had an attitude about that.  So he asked when could I meet I put "tomorrow morning?" His return email told me I was rude and disrespectful for a two word answer.  This is his exact text &lt;br /&gt;    "You will need to call the Education office and make an appointment.  We are not on call to appear when you choose.  Your two word email giving me less than 12 hours notice is rude and disrespectful, especially given the attitude that I should be available all morning so you could visit at whatever time you choose."&lt;br /&gt;I didnt feel I was rude nor disrespectful &amp; I certainly didnt mean to come off that way.  I started to give him a piece of my mind, but that little voice intervened.&lt;br /&gt;Instead I said: &lt;br /&gt;    "Sorry you felt that way sir. I didn't intend to be rude nor disrespectful &amp; I'm sorry you took it that way. I don't have a phone so there isn't a way I could call."&lt;br /&gt;Im soooooo proud of myself cuz I really wanted to cuss him out.  Its not just that instance.  Its soooo much more that this man does to me.  He intenionally makes my life at college difficult.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason I try to bite my tongue is because I'm an African-American.  I really try not to do anything that will bring my race down.  I am trying to uplift and inspire (one of the reasons I want to be a teacher) and I know that African-Americans have stereotypes.  And I try to do my best not to engage in any of those stereotypes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this rant I had to get it off my chest.  I am proud of the growth I have had thus far, and look forward to continuing my journey in this life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-6883114336449808290?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/6883114336449808290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/12/growing-up.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6883114336449808290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6883114336449808290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/12/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-1658398935302618606</id><published>2009-11-29T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T19:19:11.209-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jay z'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><title type='text'>Jesus Can't Save You, Life Starts When The Church Ends..</title><content type='html'>Okay so me and a dear friend of mine (What's up L.A) where discussing the music industry and the devil like a month ago before the Empire State of Mind song blew up.  We were talking about the numerous refernces to it in Jay-Z's song Run This Town (http://vigilantcitizen.com/?p=1948).  It made me think real long and hard.  At first I passed it off as just heresay.  I mean Jay Z? worshipping the devil? It was a bit much.  Then I read it a second time and it was like a light turned on. The devil uses powerful to get to us.  We (people in general) memorize and recite these raps with second nature.  Its making more sense now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, me and L.A. did a small facebook experiment.  We both changed our status to the now infamous Jay Z line in Empire State of Mind: "Jesus Can't Save You, Life Starts When The Church Ends".  I left it there for 24 hours maybe a little more. Out of all 750+ friends on facebook only 2 said something to me about my status. &amp; most of the people on my facebook are "christians" &amp; love God etc.  I was a little disappointed and disturbed.  I did it to get reactions and I didnt get any &amp; disturbed because if these so called "Christians" will let someone they know openly disrespect Christ by name, what else were they letting slide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Jay Z needs to explain the line.  Immediately.  I could see where he is saying "Jesus cant save you" In the context of the story if you read between the lines before that line, it seems as he is saying you can’t be a whore all week and go to Church on Sunday to repent. You can’t just be innocent in Church and be sinning all week after that. But "life starts when the Church ends? huh? im confused Mr. Carter. And for the record, I have NOTHING against Atheists. A friend of mine is one.  But to worship the devil is two different things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont like the song anymore.  I will boycott it &amp; his music until he comes out with a response to let us know what he was meaning.  Hip Hop is art, and art can be interpreted in many ways. Unfortunately his are being interpreted in the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So readers I have said my piece, what do you guys/girls think? Be open &amp; honest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other links speaking on the topic:&lt;br /&gt;[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0dApiC2-l04&amp;feature=player_embedded]&lt;br /&gt;[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3OYUSvHGFnQ&amp;feature=response_watch]&lt;br /&gt;[http://ajsdailydevotions.blogspot.com/2009/09/jay-z-says-jesus-cant-save-you-on-his.html]&lt;br /&gt;[http://bit.ly/4zgRXm]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-1658398935302618606?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/1658398935302618606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/11/jesus-cant-save-you-life-starts-when.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1658398935302618606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1658398935302618606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/11/jesus-cant-save-you-life-starts-when.html' title='Jesus Can&apos;t Save You, Life Starts When The Church Ends..'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-2806858719558265869</id><published>2009-10-29T12:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:20:02.627-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='changes'/><title type='text'>Changes...</title><content type='html'>"I guess change is good for any of us" - TuPac "I Aint Mad at Ya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am writing this, I am either about to undergo or currently undergoing some changes. Some minor, some major but changes nonetheless. Some of these changes I cant speak on at the moment, but they will come to light sooner rather than later. I am extremely proud on getting an internship with Dr. Judith Green (google her if you don't know), and I cant wait until that begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right now I am focused on one thing: School. Its hard staying focused when the finish line is so far away. That's kinda how I feel about school. I know I want a degree, I know I need a degree, and I know I'll get said degree, but when its paper after paper, assignment after assignment, its hard to think about "hey this is going to add up to a degree" which is nothing but a piece of paper telling an employer you are fit for a certain job. Ugh. The world today. Being the type of person I am, I lack patience. Seeing that I am studying to become a teacher, that might not be the best thing. LOL. But hey, it is what it is. School is teaching me patience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate school. Seriously, its nothing more than I hate than listening to a professor talk to me about boring things i prolly wont remember next semester. Especially my Intro To Lit class. OMG sooo boring. But I know I HAVE to do it. So i suck it up and look at my arm and remember why I am in college in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna do a Kanye (College Dropout).  Sometimes I feel like Lil' Jimmy: &lt;br /&gt;"You keep it going man, you keep those books rolling,&lt;br /&gt;You pick up those books your going to read&lt;br /&gt;And not remember and you roll man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think life's not fair.  It's true life's not fair.  But there isnt anything any of us can do about it.  Except play the game.  And play it to win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-2806858719558265869?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/2806858719558265869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/10/changes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2806858719558265869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2806858719558265869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/10/changes.html' title='Changes...'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-4204472947862375074</id><published>2009-10-16T23:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:55:27.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ballon boy'/><title type='text'>Ballon Boy (my take)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/StlAJYmewAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/E7lCLWXw5PU/s1600-h/boy_in_balloon__Small_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/StlAJYmewAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/E7lCLWXw5PU/s320/boy_in_balloon__Small_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393412558719729666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless you live under a rock, then you are familiar with the balloon boy story. if not please read (http://www.nytimes.com/2009/10/17/us/17blitzer.html) &amp; (http://necolebitchie.com/2009/10/15/balloon-boy-admits-publicity-stunt) before reading any further. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What follows is strictly my OPINION!!! if you don't like it oh well, its my blog!!! anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on twitter (twitter.com/bfears) when i began to take note of the balloon boy story by people posting thoughts on it. So I tuned in to TMZ's streaming live coverage of FOXNEWS. I was very worried and anxious and I was tweeting my thoughts as well. I was worried the boy might be dead because of the helium. Then once the balloon landed, and he didn't immediately crawled out my stomach dropped. I thought he was dead! Then the EMS crew didn't run over to him, I was shocked and baffled. Then when they said he wasn't in there, there was a report that the brother said he might have fell out. Then that was the first time there was doubt in my mind. When they found him safe at home, I thought it was a hoax, but I wasn't sure and I gave the balloon family the benefit of the doubt. But when I watched this (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wI6UONWCq7A&amp;feature=player_embedded) I knew it was a hoax. This (http://bit.ly/2iWJVf) further proved what i was thinking. This was a terrible hoax and the family should pay. Terrible terrible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-4204472947862375074?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/4204472947862375074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/10/ballon-boy-my-take.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/4204472947862375074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/4204472947862375074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/10/ballon-boy-my-take.html' title='Ballon Boy (my take)'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/StlAJYmewAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/E7lCLWXw5PU/s72-c/boy_in_balloon__Small_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-6480006163432935034</id><published>2009-10-16T15:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:25:46.241-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Million Dollar Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/StjIKaQ003I/AAAAAAAAAGk/bRQV3MzAQAk/s1600-h/may09-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/StjIKaQ003I/AAAAAAAAAGk/bRQV3MzAQAk/s320/may09-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393280634950308722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-6480006163432935034?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/6480006163432935034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/10/million-dollar-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6480006163432935034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6480006163432935034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/10/million-dollar-baby.html' title='Million Dollar Baby'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/StjIKaQ003I/AAAAAAAAAGk/bRQV3MzAQAk/s72-c/may09-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-5936897442833195415</id><published>2009-10-08T14:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T14:44:43.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>a nice christmas gift (hint, hint) :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://nikeid.nike.com/nikeid/index.jsp?sitesrc=html_usid&amp;designId=189408879&amp;size=false" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://nikeid.nike.com/services/imgredirect/mtr-189408879/wid-200/fmt-jpg/bgc-2a2a3a/ops-1,1,0/vw-1" alt="Get a total customization experience at NIKEiD.com. 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(Excuse Me Miss by Jay Z playing in the background). Saturday October 3rd 09 I attended the wonderful Kentucky Collegiate Leadership Conference.  I met some wonderful people and networked liked crazy.  I shook hands with the owner of a $6 billion company.  I had a wonderful time and enjoyed myself.  It gave me a renewed sense of what I was doing in my life.  I always know what I want to do, but being there just put it back in the front of my head.  Needless to say, it was a great experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you may know or may not know that I am joining the National Guard.  It is a business decision as well as a decision I made to better myself and my family.  I want a challenge, and the National Guard will challenge me.  Basically it was a no-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;brainer&lt;/span&gt;.  Hopefully I can leave in Jan &amp;amp; only miss 1 semester of school and basketball since I am &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;redshirting&lt;/span&gt; this year anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, nothing else has been going on in my life.  I'm enjoying my life each day, and gearing up for my future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-1917407647247626558?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/1917407647247626558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/10/update-in-my-life-changes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1917407647247626558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1917407647247626558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/10/update-in-my-life-changes.html' title='Update in My Life (Changes)'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-5357432695401240081</id><published>2009-09-12T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T22:45:27.667-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy anniversary'/><title type='text'>HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fredfood.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/happy_anniversary.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 575px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://fredfood.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/happy_anniversary.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;YEAH IMA LITTLE LATE (9/3) BUT HAPPY ANNIVERSARY TO MY BLOG!!!! Its came a long way since last year but im still improving the blog &amp;amp; new improvements are always coming. I have grown I cant wait to grow even bigger. Thanks for reading. I love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-5357432695401240081?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/5357432695401240081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-anniversary.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/5357432695401240081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/5357432695401240081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-anniversary.html' title='HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!!!!!'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-4585041659959793748</id><published>2009-09-02T01:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T01:27:50.984-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety'/><title type='text'>ALL WOMEN PLEASE READ &amp; PASS ON!!!</title><content type='html'>Crucial&lt;br /&gt;Because of recent abductions&lt;br /&gt;In daylight hours, refresh yourself&lt;br /&gt;of these things to do&lt;br /&gt;in an emergency situation...&lt;br /&gt;This is for you,&lt;br /&gt;and for you to share&lt;br /&gt;with your wife,&lt;br /&gt;your children,&lt;br /&gt;everyone you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading these 10 crucial tips,&lt;br /&gt;forward them to someone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;It never hurts to be careful&lt;br /&gt;in this crazy world we live in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do :&lt;br /&gt;The elbow is the strongest point&lt;br /&gt;on your body.&lt;br /&gt;If you are close enough to use it, do!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2.. Learned this from a tourist guide..&lt;br /&gt;If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse,&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM.&lt;br /&gt;Toss it away from you....&lt;br /&gt;Chances are that he is more interested&lt;br /&gt;in your wallet and/or purse than you,&lt;br /&gt;and he will go for the wallet/purse.&lt;br /&gt;RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car,&lt;br /&gt;kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole&lt;br /&gt;and start waving like crazy..&lt;br /&gt;The driver won't see you, but everybody else will.&lt;br /&gt;This has saved lives&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;. Women have a tendency to get into their cars&lt;br /&gt;after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit&lt;br /&gt;(doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc.&lt;br /&gt;DON'T DO THIS!)&lt;br /&gt;The predator will be watching you, and this&lt;br /&gt;is the perfect opportunity for him to get in&lt;br /&gt;on the passenger side, put a gun to your head,&lt;br /&gt;and tell you where to go.&lt;br /&gt;AS SOON AS YOU GET INTO YOUR CAR ,&lt;br /&gt;LOCK THE DOORS AND LEAVE.. If someone&lt;br /&gt;is in the car&lt;br /&gt;with a gun&lt;br /&gt;to your head&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT DRIVE OFF,&lt;br /&gt;Repeat:&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT DRIVE OFF!&lt;br /&gt;Instead gun the engine&lt;br /&gt;and speed into anything, wrecking the car.&lt;br /&gt;Your Air Bag will save you.&lt;br /&gt;If the person is in the back seat&lt;br /&gt;they will get the worst of it .&lt;br /&gt;As soon as the car crashes&lt;br /&gt;bail out and run.&lt;br /&gt;It is better than having them find your body&lt;br /&gt;in a remote location.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;5. A few notes about getting&lt;br /&gt;into your car in a parking lot,&lt;br /&gt;or parking garage:&lt;br /&gt;A.) Be aware:&lt;br /&gt;look around you,&lt;br /&gt;look into your car,&lt;br /&gt;at the passenger side floor ,&lt;br /&gt;and in the back seat&lt;br /&gt;B.) If you are parked next to a big van,&lt;br /&gt;enter your car from the passenger door.&lt;br /&gt;Most serial killers attack their victims&lt;br /&gt;by pulling them into their vans while the women&lt;br /&gt;are attempting to get into their cars.&lt;br /&gt;C.) Look at the car&lt;br /&gt;parked on the driver's side of your vehicle,&lt;br /&gt;and the passenger side... If a male is sitting alone&lt;br /&gt;in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back&lt;br /&gt;into the mall, or work, and get a&lt;br /&gt;guard/policeman to walk you back out.&lt;br /&gt;IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;6. ALWAYS take the elevator&lt;br /&gt;instead of the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Stairwells are horrible places to be alone&lt;br /&gt;and the perfect crime spot.&lt;br /&gt;This is especially true at NIGHT!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7. If the predator has a gun&lt;br /&gt;and you are not under his control,&lt;br /&gt;ALWAYS RUN!&lt;br /&gt;The predator will only hit you (a running target)&lt;br /&gt;4 in 100 times; and even then,&lt;br /&gt;it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ.&lt;br /&gt;RUN, Preferably in a zig -zag pattern!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;8. As women, we are always trying&lt;br /&gt;to be sympathetic:&lt;br /&gt;STOP&lt;br /&gt;It may get you raped, or killed.&lt;br /&gt;Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking,&lt;br /&gt;well educated man, who ALWAYS played&lt;br /&gt;on the sympathies of unsuspecting women.&lt;br /&gt;He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often&lt;br /&gt;asked 'for help' into his vehicle or with his vehicle,&lt;br /&gt;which is when he abducted his next victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;9. Another Safety Point:&lt;br /&gt;Someone just told me that her friend heard&lt;br /&gt;a crying baby on her porch the night before last,&lt;br /&gt;and she called the police because it was late&lt;br /&gt;and she thought it was weird.. The police told her&lt;br /&gt;'Whatever you do, DO NOT&lt;br /&gt;open the door..'&lt;br /&gt;The lady then said that it sounded like the baby&lt;br /&gt;had crawled near a window, and she was worried&lt;br /&gt;that it would crawl to the street and get run over.&lt;br /&gt;The policeman said, 'We already have a unit on the way,&lt;br /&gt;whatever you do, DO NOT open the door.'&lt;br /&gt;He told her that they think a serial killer&lt;br /&gt;has a baby's cry= recorded and uses it to coax&lt;br /&gt;women out of their homes thinking that someone&lt;br /&gt;dropped off a baby. He said they have not verified it,&lt;br /&gt;but have had several calls by women saying that&lt;br /&gt;they hear baby's cries outside their doors&lt;br /&gt;when they're home alone at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;10. Water scam!&lt;br /&gt;If you wake up in the middleof the night to hear all your taps outside running or what you think is aburst pipe, DO NOT GO OUT TO INVESTIGATE! These people turn on all youroutside taps full ball so that you will go out to investigate andthen attack.Stay alert, keep safe, and look out for your neighbours!&lt;br /&gt;Please pass this on&lt;br /&gt;This e-mail should probably be taken seriously because&lt;br /&gt;the Crying Baby Theory was mentioned on&lt;br /&gt;America 's Most Wanted when they profiled&lt;br /&gt;the serial killer in Louisiana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-4585041659959793748?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/4585041659959793748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-women-please-read-pass-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/4585041659959793748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/4585041659959793748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/09/all-women-please-read-pass-on.html' title='ALL WOMEN PLEASE READ &amp; PASS ON!!!'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-310442181694726754</id><published>2009-08-22T23:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T23:43:54.211-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>1st week of school</title><content type='html'>Well the first week of school went smooth.  I am taking 16 hours, &amp;amp; i wanted to take more. hopefully next semester i can hit the 17-18 mark.  Right now, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; trying to get involved in as many club &amp;amp; activities as possible.  Right now, i am playing on the basketball team (even tho &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;redshirting&lt;/span&gt;), i am managing the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mens&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;womens&lt;/span&gt; soccer team, &amp;amp; i am on the student senate. Club rush is next week so i will sign up for more.  not much going on on my end. i am striving to make all &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a's&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;b's&lt;/span&gt; this semester and i know if i apply myself i can. thanks all folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-310442181694726754?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/310442181694726754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-week-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/310442181694726754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/310442181694726754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/08/1st-week-of-school.html' title='1st week of school'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-1282425021600411643</id><published>2009-08-12T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:58:05.028-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='esso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='off the wall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>10 reasons you should cop Esso's Off The Wall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/SoLkjOClVpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/T5yEYa9U-60/s1600-h/OTW+Front+Final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369104999494538898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/SoLkjOClVpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/T5yEYa9U-60/s320/OTW+Front+Final.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you follow me on twitter (twitter.com/bfears) than you know I have been anxiously anticipating this since the first single "Don't Stop" dropped. Well it came out on Monday, &amp;amp; it &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; disappoint. With my luck, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; get to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt; it until last night. Monday I was on the road all night, &amp;amp; Tuesday my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;effin&lt;/span&gt; up. But i finally got it &amp;amp; I must say, it goes hard (pause). In honor of the 30&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary of Mike's Off The Wall, I present to you....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 reasons you should download &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Esso's&lt;/span&gt; Off The Wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Esso&lt;/span&gt; is cute. [&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/mQUFI"&gt;http://bit.ly/mQUFI&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. He is a true &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; fan, &amp;amp; started this before &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt; passed. [&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/4OHzY"&gt;http://bit.ly/4OHzY&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. The Don't Stop video is bananas. [&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/aOkUj"&gt;http://bit.ly/aOkUj&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Woody produced the &lt;em&gt;entire &lt;/em&gt;project. [&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/uruzb"&gt;http://bit.ly/uruzb&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. He wrote me on twitter! [&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/BH1Gz"&gt;http://bit.ly/BH1Gz&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. The songs are dope &amp;amp; the lyrics are on point. [&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/3TQ1Y"&gt;http://bit.ly/3TQ1Y&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. His blog is dope. [&lt;a href="http://theessoexperience.com/"&gt;http://theessoexperience.com/&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Its Free! [&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/2l3q82"&gt;http://bit.ly/2l3q82&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DJbooth&lt;/span&gt;.net approved. [&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/OEDGS"&gt;http://bit.ly/OEDGS&lt;/a&gt;] &amp;amp; he has been featured on too many websites to name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He is featured in the 12&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary issue of XXL, which is on stands now! [&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/16eSUW"&gt;http://bit.ly/16eSUW&lt;/a&gt;] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are you waiting for? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt; now! [&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/neq2K"&gt;http://bit.ly/neq2K&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanna listen before you &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;DL&lt;/span&gt;? [&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/3TQ1Y"&gt;http://bit.ly/3TQ1Y&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-1282425021600411643?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/1282425021600411643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-reasons-you-should-cop-essos-off.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1282425021600411643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1282425021600411643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/08/10-reasons-you-should-cop-essos-off.html' title='10 reasons you should cop Esso&apos;s Off The Wall'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/SoLkjOClVpI/AAAAAAAAAFs/T5yEYa9U-60/s72-c/OTW+Front+Final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-360484658819581213</id><published>2009-08-07T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:58:32.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kanye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>KAnye to the..</title><content type='html'>Being that Kanye is one of my favorite rappers of all time, (College Dropout is still my favorite ALBUM EVER!!!), this was hilarious! It was real, &amp;amp; i feel the same way. so check this out, &amp;amp; let me know what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;a href="http://yepyep.gibbs12.com/2009/08/kanye-before-his-ego-took-over/"&gt;http://yepyep.gibbs12.com/2009/08/kanye-before-his-ego-took-over/&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-360484658819581213?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/360484658819581213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/08/kanye-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/360484658819581213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/360484658819581213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/08/kanye-to.html' title='KAnye to the..'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-8323489710986360536</id><published>2009-08-05T01:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T01:30:32.889-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='good hair'/><title type='text'>Good Hair</title><content type='html'>After watching this, (&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/QTHca"&gt;http://bit.ly/QTHca&lt;/a&gt;) me &amp;amp; my cousin &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;talked&lt;/span&gt; about what is Good Hair.  Me myself, rock a natural hair do, I have dread locks.  It was a long time before I came to the conclusion that i wanted dreadlocks.  I always wanted to be different, &amp;amp; not conform, so i decided I wanted to go natural.  Not to brag, but i have a decent grade of hair, &amp;amp; i was able to pull the look off.  It was my mother who thought dread locks would work for me. "you're always on the go," she said. "it would be a perfect look for you." So i decided to get dreadlocks. I have had dreadlocks since &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; 16&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; 2008.  At first I liked them, then I hated them, then I started to love them.  They are different &amp;amp; unique &amp;amp; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;alot &lt;/span&gt;of people &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have the guts to pull it off.  Some people think good hair, is straight permed hair. Others think it is, curly natural hair.  Does good hair determine if you are cute or not? What are your thoughts on good hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; I cant wait to see this movie in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;theaters&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-8323489710986360536?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/8323489710986360536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-hair.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/8323489710986360536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/8323489710986360536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-hair.html' title='Good Hair'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-919923975690975937</id><published>2009-08-04T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T20:09:44.706-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from the heart'/><title type='text'>Letter to my "father"</title><content type='html'>Dear Mr. Fears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey. How are you? I wouldn't know, since you refuse to keep in contact with your eldest child.  But i dont blame you. I mean your just doing what society expects of you right? Like taking care of children is too much for you, huh? haha. Its okay. You are a grown ass man. Yet, you act childish. I text you, you don't text back. I call you &amp;amp; you don't answer. &amp;amp; don't use the tired excuse that your phone is broke, or you didn't get the message. Cuz I'll text or call you from a different number &amp;amp; you'll answer the phone. I just hang up. I don't wanna hear your voice. I just wanted some money, honestly. Ill be honest. I tried the whole father-daughter thing with you, &amp;amp; it just didn't work.  I mean you FORGOT my birthday. Like really? No call. I couldn't even get a card. No happy birthday text! It would have taken a measly 10 seconds to send me a Happy Birthday text to my phone. But you didn't. On June 8th 2009, for 24 whole hours you were too busy to recognize the day I was born.  Your birthday was in July. I wasnt gonna text you either, but two wrongs don't make a right, so i texted you.  A couple weeks after that, I texted you &amp;amp; told you my situation.  School was next month, &amp;amp; i asked you to contribute some monetary funds. You said sure I got you.  I mean its the least you could do. My mother did everything for me last year. You didn't come to my high school graduation or send me off to college. But you want respect? ha! come on now. lets get real. school starts in two weeks. i still havent heard from you. But I bet you have plenty of money to take your little girlfriends to the movies. She is legal right? &amp;amp; you can support another man's kids but not your own. You were in the hospital every time this little baby was sick, but you cant acknowledge me? wow. what did i do wrong. yes you were young when i was born, i understand. but a real MAN accepts his responsibilities &amp;amp; steps up to the plate. &amp;amp; that sir, is something you will never be.  I am not angry or upset at all. I'm honestly more hurt than anything. because you made me another statistic. Thanks, "dad"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-919923975690975937?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/919923975690975937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/08/letter-to-my-father.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/919923975690975937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/919923975690975937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/08/letter-to-my-father.html' title='Letter to my &quot;father&quot;'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-2662308128416277525</id><published>2009-08-02T22:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T01:59:34.983-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kanye'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the game'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lauryn hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jay z'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tupac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='top 10'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='t.i'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charles hamilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lil kim'/><title type='text'>TOP 10 RAP/HIP-HOP ALBUMS</title><content type='html'>AFTER READING THIS (&lt;a href="http://youngsonmusic.wordpress.com/2009/08/02/my-top-10-hip-hoprap-albums/"&gt;http://youngsonmusic.wordpress.com/2009/08/02/my-top-10-hip-hoprap-albums/&lt;/a&gt;) WHICH IS YOUNG SON'S TOP HIP HOP/RAP ALBUMS. I DID MY OWN. WHICH YU CAN READ BELOW. PLEASE READ, ADD YOURS, &amp;amp; DISCUSS IN THE COMMENTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY TOP RAP/HIP-HOP ALBUMSIN NO PARTICULAR ORDER&lt;br /&gt;1. KANYE WEST- THE COLLEGE DROUPOUT&lt;br /&gt;2. THE GAME- THE DOCUMENTARY&lt;br /&gt;3. CHARLES HAMILTON- THE PINK LAVALAMP&lt;br /&gt;4. LAURYN HILL- THE MISEDUCATION OF LAURYN HILL&lt;br /&gt;5. JAY Z- THE BLACK ALBUM&lt;br /&gt;6. KANYE WEST- LATE REGISTRATION&lt;br /&gt;7. JAY Z- THE BLUEPRINT&lt;br /&gt;8. LIL KIM- THE NAKED TRUTH&lt;br /&gt;9. TUPAC- THE DON KULLUMINATI&lt;br /&gt;10. T.I.- IM SERIOUS&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-2662308128416277525?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/2662308128416277525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/08/top-10-raphip-hop-albums.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2662308128416277525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2662308128416277525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/08/top-10-raphip-hop-albums.html' title='TOP 10 RAP/HIP-HOP ALBUMS'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-4630990798767129191</id><published>2009-08-01T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:00:06.010-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>Whats up World? &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; blessed right now. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; living and loving my life right now! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; listening to Freddie Gibbs, chilling, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;layed&lt;/span&gt; back. In my life, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; about to be busy these next couple of weeks. I have my family reunion in Detroit next weekend &amp;amp; then the weekend after that, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; off to school to finish the 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; of my four years! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still st St. Catherine. Check us out at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sccky&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;edu&lt;/span&gt;. This year I am expanding my athletic &amp;amp; academic &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;repertoire&lt;/span&gt;. I am playing soccer, well actually practicing &amp;amp; I'll be the manager on &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;game day&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be able to play games next year. I am also debating on softball. I just wanna stay busy &amp;amp; focused &amp;amp; get the most of my college experience. As far as academic, I am still going to be on the Student Senate, &amp;amp; I am going to try to join another organization as well as get a job. I'll be plenty busy! My cousin, Alexis, is in the Big Bang Theory, which is a dance production. It's tomorrow, so I'm excited to get to see her perform. As far as everything else, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; good. Also tonight rapper Drake, fell down &amp;amp; injured his leg. Let's hope he's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all for now! Thanks for reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; follow me on twitter&lt;br /&gt;twitter.com./bfears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace &amp;amp; Blessings!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-4630990798767129191?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/4630990798767129191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/4630990798767129191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/4630990798767129191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/07/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-6582705096289196649</id><published>2009-07-14T02:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:00:22.611-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>Good Clean Joke</title><content type='html'>Jesus and Satan were having an on-going argument about who was better on the computer. They had been going at it for days, and frankly God was tired of hearing all the bickering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally fed up, God said, "THAT'S IT! I have had enough. I am going to set up a test that will run for two hours, and from hose results, I will judge who does the better job."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Satan and Jesus sat down at the keyboards and typed away. They moused. They faxed. They e-mailed They e-mailed with attachments. They downloaded. They did spreadsheets! They wrote reports. They created labels and cards. They created charts and graphs. They did some genealogy reports They did every job known to man. ' Jesus worked with heavenly efficiency and Satan was faster than hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, ten minutes before their time was up, lightning suddenly flashed across the sky, thunder rolled, rain poured, and, of course, the power went off. Satan stared at his blank screen and screamed every curse word known in the underworld. Jesus just sighed. Finally the electricity came back on, and each of them restarted &gt; their computers. Satan started searching frantically, screaming: "It's gone! It's all GONE! "I lost everything when the power went out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, Jesus quietly started printing out all of his files from the past two hours of work. Satan observed this and became irate. "Wait!" he screamed. "That's not fair! He cheated! How come he has all his work and I don't have any?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God just shrugged and said, JESUS SAVES&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-6582705096289196649?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/6582705096289196649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-clean-joke.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6582705096289196649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6582705096289196649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-clean-joke.html' title='Good Clean Joke'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-6070013353369435498</id><published>2009-07-01T02:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:01:26.996-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>HEAVY HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/SksAGrLegEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0fbW5g2UTZ4/s1600-h/Photo201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353372696730042434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/SksAGrLegEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0fbW5g2UTZ4/s320/Photo201.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am sad to say that my uncle passed away. He was shot &amp;amp; killed. He was in the wrong place at the wrong time &amp;amp; HE WAS NOT THE INTENDED TARGET! Me &amp;amp; my family are grieving the loss of my uncle, some are taking it more harder than others. He loved every1 &amp;amp; wouldnt hurt a fly. We love you dearly Uncle Charles &amp;amp; you will be missed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-6070013353369435498?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/6070013353369435498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/06/heavy-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6070013353369435498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6070013353369435498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/06/heavy-heart.html' title='HEAVY HEART'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/SksAGrLegEI/AAAAAAAAAEc/0fbW5g2UTZ4/s72-c/Photo201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-4129666806491857802</id><published>2009-06-28T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T02:22:51.722-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='REST IN PEACE MICHAEL JACKSON'/><title type='text'>R.I.P MICHAEL JACKSON</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/SkcLr2hC6pI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EOwlek7Tehk/s1600-h/a8d4a82b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352259530149522066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/SkcLr2hC6pI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EOwlek7Tehk/s320/a8d4a82b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/SkcLed6LGBI/AAAAAAAAAEM/MB0yd-fd8MU/s1600-h/a8d4a82b.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUGUST 29, 1958-JUNE 25, 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They accusin Michael of touchin kids in the wrong places&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At first they embraced him, had a couple of facelifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now people wanna place him with murderers and rapists&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They comin I can taste this, swear to God I erase 'em&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-THE GAME&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-4129666806491857802?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/4129666806491857802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/4129666806491857802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/4129666806491857802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/06/rip-michael-jackson.html' title='R.I.P MICHAEL JACKSON'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/SkcLr2hC6pI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EOwlek7Tehk/s72-c/a8d4a82b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-5472174743361793045</id><published>2009-05-22T00:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T23:10:08.442-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Freddie Gibbs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/ShYyLLgXhMI/AAAAAAAAADA/Hc17VYn4bhE/s1600-h/Freddie_Gibbs_The_Miseducation_Of_Freddie_Gibbs-front-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338509575942800578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/ShYyLLgXhMI/AAAAAAAAADA/Hc17VYn4bhE/s320/Freddie_Gibbs_The_Miseducation_Of_Freddie_Gibbs-front-large.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I was browsing Datpiff.com and i found this wonderful piece of music. Freddie Gibbs: The Miseducation of Freddie Gibbs. I was skeptical at first but upon listening to it, OMG I am in love lol. If you are looking for substance hip hop look no further. Freddie is the truth. You want any cash, cars, clothes, and hoes here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Click this link to listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datpiff.com/pop-mixtape-player.php?id=ma46016a"&gt;http://www.datpiff.com/pop-mixtape-player.php?id=ma46016a&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can hit Freddie Gibbs on Myspace and Twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/FreddieGibbs"&gt;http://twitter.com/FreddieGibbs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/freddiegibbs"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/freddiegibbs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;DL link.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.datpiff.com/Freddie_Gibbs_The_Miseducation_Of_Freddie_Gibbs.m47067.html"&gt;http://www.datpiff.com/Freddie_Gibbs_The_Miseducation_Of_Freddie_Gibbs.m47067.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;also if you like the title of his next project is called "Midwestgangstaboxframecadillacmuzik" and its on the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hit Freddie on twitter &amp;amp; tellem bfears sent ya! lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-5472174743361793045?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/5472174743361793045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/05/freddie-gibbs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/5472174743361793045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/5472174743361793045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/05/freddie-gibbs.html' title='Freddie Gibbs'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/ShYyLLgXhMI/AAAAAAAAADA/Hc17VYn4bhE/s72-c/Freddie_Gibbs_The_Miseducation_Of_Freddie_Gibbs-front-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-2997278719199633577</id><published>2009-05-21T23:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:01:26.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>Momentum Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/ShYdlxnAqNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/waxDsN9gLYk/s1600-h/9515827.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338486943103625426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/ShYdlxnAqNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/waxDsN9gLYk/s320/9515827.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the cover from the upcoming mixtape by Nook. It is called Momentum Part 1. As of now I dont a release date, but when I do I'll put it up. You can hit him up on myspace, and twitter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/FOLLOWNOOK"&gt;http://twitter.com/FOLLOWNOOK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/ARTISTNOOK"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/ARTISTNOOK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-2997278719199633577?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/2997278719199633577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/05/momentum-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2997278719199633577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2997278719199633577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/05/momentum-part-1.html' title='Momentum Part 1'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/ShYdlxnAqNI/AAAAAAAAAC4/waxDsN9gLYk/s72-c/9515827.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-7630990535561945563</id><published>2009-05-19T14:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:01:26.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>New Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i529.photobucket.com/albums/dd337/jthehuston/3532187075_6137fe8663_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://i529.photobucket.com/albums/dd337/jthehuston/3532187075_6137fe8663_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/ShMA46v7asI/AAAAAAAAACw/LZ6nFnE_WD0/s1600-h/showtufli+come+home+with+me.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337610961207126722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/ShMA46v7asI/AAAAAAAAACw/LZ6nFnE_WD0/s320/showtufli+come+home+with+me.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now im bumping a few new projects from sum underground artists. The first I jst DLd lyk 2 mins ago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is sHOW tuFLI and his newest project, "Come Home With Me" inspired by Mr. Crime Pays, Cam'Ron. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DL link: &lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/6023881122fb9244/"&gt;http://www.zshare.net/download/6023881122fb9244/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The next 1 is an artist from cleveland tht goes by the name SIR. Its called "Aviation University" and it bangs. I've listened to it all the way through&amp;amp; the beats r ridiculous! At first I was a little weary of the title becuz as yu know Wiz Khalifa just dropped a project called "Flight School". But after a couple listens I'm telling yu, DL it ASAP!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?emxyaiczt0z"&gt;http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?emxyaiczt0z&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Ill update when i get finished listening to the tufli project &amp;amp; ill let yu no my thoughts. feel free 2 voice yur opinion as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-7630990535561945563?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/7630990535561945563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/7630990535561945563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/7630990535561945563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/05/new-music.html' title='New Music'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/ShMA46v7asI/AAAAAAAAACw/LZ6nFnE_WD0/s72-c/showtufli+come+home+with+me.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-5489049367668100880</id><published>2009-05-19T00:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:02:00.557-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>shed so many tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/ShI1xamv_KI/AAAAAAAAACo/5QagAPUzpBw/s1600-h/rip+dolla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337387631459171490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/ShI1xamv_KI/AAAAAAAAACo/5QagAPUzpBw/s320/rip+dolla.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;r.i.p. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dolla's song abt death (recorded a wek b4 he died)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/598983175fdee1aa/"&gt;http://www.zshare.net/download/598983175fdee1aa/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;other links&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-beverlycenter19-2009may19,0,1667313.story"&gt;http://www.latimes.com/news/local/la-me-beverlycenter19-2009may19,0,1667313.story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; t.i. talks about dolla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://elitestv.com/pub/2009/05/ti-talks-about-dolla-murdered-today-in-los-angeles"&gt;http://elitestv.com/pub/2009/05/ti-talks-about-dolla-murdered-today-in-los-angeles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://sandrarose.com/2009/05/18/rip-dolla/"&gt;http://sandrarose.com/2009/05/18/rip-dolla/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://allhiphop.com/stories/news/archive/2009/05/18/21578181.aspx"&gt;http://allhiphop.com/stories/news/archive/2009/05/18/21578181.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/2009/05/18/suspect-identified-in-dolla-murder/"&gt;http://www.tmz.com/2009/05/18/suspect-identified-in-dolla-murder/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;follow dolla on twitter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;@dollagang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-5489049367668100880?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/5489049367668100880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/05/shed-so-many-tears.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/5489049367668100880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/5489049367668100880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/05/shed-so-many-tears.html' title='shed so many tears'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/ShI1xamv_KI/AAAAAAAAACo/5QagAPUzpBw/s72-c/rip+dolla.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-3459004557898316297</id><published>2009-05-19T00:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:05:11.103-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>i have bn absent</title><content type='html'>i know this. i reason really. i havent bn in the mood 2 post anything significant. but im kinda in a down mood. a rapper i liked gt killed 2day. he will get his own post tho. &amp;amp; 2ma ill update yu guys on my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-3459004557898316297?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/3459004557898316297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-bn-absent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/3459004557898316297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/3459004557898316297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-have-bn-absent.html' title='i have bn absent'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-5247050488670758955</id><published>2009-03-20T09:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T09:31:17.172-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>LMAO</title><content type='html'>A guy walks into a bar and orders two shots of Vodka. The bar tender says "had a tough day?" The man replied "yeah I found out my little brother is gay". The next day the same guy walks in to the bar again and this time orders 3 shots of Vodka. The bartender says "another bad day?" The man replied "yeah i just found out my older brother is gay". The next day the same man walks in the bar and this time orders 5 shots of Vodka. The bartender looked at him and said "Man doesn't anybody in your family like women. The man then replied "yeah, My wife"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-5247050488670758955?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/5247050488670758955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/03/lmao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/5247050488670758955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/5247050488670758955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/03/lmao.html' title='LMAO'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-2566034152527489771</id><published>2009-03-17T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:01:26.998-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>CDS I'M WAITING ON</title><content type='html'>BOW WOW- NEW JACK CITY PART 2&lt;br /&gt;NIPSEY HU$$LE- SOUTH CENTRAL STATE OF MIND&lt;br /&gt;NEAKO- RUBIX CUBE GREEN EDITION&lt;br /&gt;CHARLES HAMILTON- UNTITLED&lt;br /&gt;B.O.B- UNTITLED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-2566034152527489771?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/2566034152527489771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/03/cds-im-waiting-on.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2566034152527489771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2566034152527489771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/03/cds-im-waiting-on.html' title='CDS I&apos;M WAITING ON'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-4094621231503192778</id><published>2009-03-10T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:02:19.974-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><title type='text'>True Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;I DIDNT WRITE THIS!!!!!! BUT ITS SO TRUE I HAD TO REPOST!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MUCH RESPECT TO TPAR AND XXLMAG.COM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hop embodies the “rags to riches” story. The narrative is typical: I grew up under very difficult circumstances, I stood out, I was special and now I “made it.” I now have enough money that I can take care of myself and my family, forever.&lt;br /&gt;Most people in real life however, never “make it.” Life, for most people, is a constant struggle and is more about managing problems then one day reaching some obscure mountain top of happiness and problem-free (read: debt free) existence. I believe this is where Hip Hop has come up short. Rap music has been the soundtrack to my life in many respects and has provided me with inspiration through each stage of my life, but had I relied only on the messages contained in my favorite rap songs, I would be lost in the misconception that I can one day “make it” and would think all else is failure. The truth is life is about the details; waking up everyday, making it to work or school on time and doing everything with heart, soul and care. Rap music, and the “hustle” that every rapper claims to be their forte is about “getting in the door” or “closing the deal.” Such hustle is not enough in the real world. Care, diligence, paying attention to detail and doing everything right all the time is what it takes to live a productive life.&lt;br /&gt;This same ethos is what drives hip hop’s friendships. Note, every rapper claims they would “die” or “kill” for their homey…but when it comes to the small stuff that actually counts on a day to day occurrence, they come up short. Rappers who have professed undying loyalty to one another in song after song, soon stop talking over contractual or business disputes. Think about how many of your friends have said “Dog, you know I’d do anything for you…” but can’t pick you up and give you a ride when you need them or come up short on the most mundane of requests. This is the same that the “huslter” mentality in Hip Hop has done to our youth’s concept of success: “Man, I stay grinding!” is the battle cry I hear all the time…my follow up question is: Well, how many hours have you spent in preparing for your test?&lt;br /&gt;We can’t all be Lebron James or Jay-Z but many of us live each day like we are one “hustle” away from being them. It’s a fallacy that causes many 14, 15 and 16 year old young brothers and sisters that I mentor look me in the eyes and say “I don’t care, I’ma be ballin’ out of control…” in response to me telling them they are not going to graduate high school.&lt;br /&gt;The reality is: You are not a “Boss” who will one day be driven in a Maybach basking in the respect you get from everyone, everywhere you go. Unless you work hard, seek guidance and make every day a fruitful progression, you will be another statistic making less than 25 grand a year with kids you cannot provide for and a future without hope.-TPAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-4094621231503192778?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/4094621231503192778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/03/true-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/4094621231503192778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/4094621231503192778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/03/true-story.html' title='True Story'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-6244139049036508501</id><published>2009-03-09T05:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:03:36.166-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>true story: first love</title><content type='html'>long time no post, right? lol not anything to really post about honestly but today was something to post about....if you know me you know that i love basketball, like literally. i'm always talkin, readin, watchin, or thinking about the game. every since i can remember basketball has been a part of my life...not a days goes by without me having some sort of contact with basketball..its just a fact of life...accept it lol...but anyways...today as me, my brother, and my mother were watching vandy and auburns girls play, tia gibbs shot a 3. i immediately cheered and my brother replied, "that coulda been you,". To which my mother replied " I dont wanna talk about it, its a touchy subject,". That was the first time my mother admitted to me that she felt a certain kind of way about me not playing d1 college ball...i will admit like any other basketball player, everyone who has ever picked up a ball has dreams of playing their sport at the highest level possible, which is d1 and then (hopefully) the pros. I was just like every other kid....going into my senior year of high school basketball, i was told that the chances of me playing d1 ball were slim to none...i disagreed...the reason they gave me that reason was because i hadnt played a full season of high school ball. in fact my only year that i played an entire season was my senior year...freshman yr: immature sophomore year: i got into it with the new coach junior year: disciplinary problems...now that i look back on it, i promise i dont regret anything....i do wish i wouldnt have been such a knuckehead but i mean i dnt regret anything...i love my life honestly...so going into my senior year i had exactly one d1 college lookin at me Eastern Michigan University....me and the assistant coach emailed each other and i sent game film...about a third into the season they told me they didnt have any scholarships available...bummer...but i wasnt mad...i just felt like that wasnt where the Lord intended me to be at...every night before bed i got down on my knees and prayed to Lord that i would go to a d1 school. When the season began winding down and that possibility was slim, i just prayed that i got to go to a school to play basketball for FREE! i know people that have to take out massive loans for education! and i am blessed to be able to go to college for FREE because i have the ability to bounce the ball the right way! if thats not love idk wat is....and honestly i could have went the Juco route and i almost did but in the end my family was more important to me...i was going to go to a Juco in Illinois and after a year or two i could have played at a d1 school...but it was just too far me honestly...i love my family and the thought of only seeing them twice or three times a year scared the shit outta me...what if it was an emergency and im stuck out in the middle of nowhere? nun uh...it wasnt gonna cut it for me...so after my senior year wraps and we lose to Holy Cross in the first round of regionals (yes i cried!) i took about a week off to focus on the next step of my life and where i wanted to continue my athletics and academic career....out of the 4 of us seniors only 2 of us was seriously inquiring about playing after high school...the other senior Q chose to go to UK and not play instead of going to a Juco in Mississippi...me on the other hand went to a workout and K-State...my mother didnt want me to go there...and hey i just wanted to play plus it was a black school (HBCU) and my granny loved that fact....i went to a workout and campus tour and i waited for a couple of weeks...and the best they could offer me was a preferred walk-on position...i waited for a couple of weeks before responding....all the while, a small catholic school i had never heard of was recruiting me hard...st catherine college...never in a million years would i think that i would be at SCC but i am....the coach called me txtd me everyday....finially i went down for a workout and i did great (considering i was out of shape...the last game i had played was my last high school game!)...so i filled out an application for admission...the next thing i know i am at my house signing papers to play for SCC...it just so happened that it was SCC's first year of transition from a Juco to a four year school...they are NAIA Mid-South COnference....honestly i can say the game has been good to me...i really mean that...i have no bad feelings about the past or what happened because honestly i have matured alot as a person this last year and im so extremly proud of me lol....but on a real note...i wont be going back to SCC next year unless a drastic change happens...as of now i'll be attending Spalding University (shouts out to them they just won the USCAA National championship! look it up uscaa.com). I am getting a degree in middle school teaching and Lord willing i'll also be helping out with Fairdale's girls baksetball team next year (shouts out to the whole team and Coach Price!) and playing for Spalding....Like i said the gmae has been good to me...I am truly blessed and grateful that the Lord blessed me with my abilites to play the game...and shouts out to all the Louisville Girls playing d1 ball this year: Tia Gibbs, Cierra Ricketts, Danielle Wilson, Danielle Woodmore, Thia Gholson...sorry if i forgot anybody...and another reason I cant be mad: everyone knows that i can hold my own on the court...just ask =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-6244139049036508501?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/6244139049036508501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6244139049036508501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6244139049036508501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-love.html' title='true story: first love'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-1485199404047384121</id><published>2009-02-10T15:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T16:00:31.706-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bf3ars show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the bfears show'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>its about to be a problem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/bf3ars"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/bf3ars&lt;/a&gt; is up and running! show me love....the bf3ars show coming soon! first episode next week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-1485199404047384121?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/1485199404047384121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-about-to-be-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1485199404047384121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1485199404047384121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-about-to-be-problem.html' title='its about to be a problem!'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-7432687811940503223</id><published>2009-02-06T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T21:51:05.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randoms'/><title type='text'>random things about me!</title><content type='html'>You know yaw wanna know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I LOVE MUSIC&lt;br /&gt;2. i LOVE THE GAME, NIPSEY HUSSLE, CHARLES HAMILTON, KEYSHIA COLE, MJB, KANYE WEST, AND USHER&lt;br /&gt;3. I WANT TO BE A NEWS ANCHOR&lt;br /&gt;4. I WANT TO RUN FOR SOME SORT OF POLITICAL OFFICE&lt;br /&gt;5. I AM STUDYING TO BECOME A MIDDLE SCHOOL TEACHER &lt;br /&gt;6. I HAVE 6 TATTOOS AND COUNTING (THEY ALL MEAN SOMETHING TO ME)&lt;br /&gt;7. I LOVE SOFT AND CHEWY CHOCALATE CHIP COOKIES AND COOKIES AND CREAM ICE CREAM&lt;br /&gt;8. I LOVE OLD MOVIES LIKE SOUL FOOD, NEW JACK CITY, MENACE II SOCIETY ETC&lt;br /&gt;9. I AM CURRENTLY WRITING A BOOK ABOUT MY LIFE THAT I SOMEDAY HOPE TO PUBLISH&lt;br /&gt;10. I REALLY HATE SCHOOL&lt;br /&gt;11. I ENJOY BEING A ROLE MODEL TO MY SIBLINGS AND COUSINS&lt;br /&gt;12. I LOVE TAKING PICTURES&lt;br /&gt;13. I LOVE VIDEO RECORDING AS WELL&lt;br /&gt;14. I AM IN UNDER COVER PYROMANIAC (WELL I GUESS IM NOT UNDERCOVER ANYMORE)&lt;br /&gt;15. I USED TO HATE THE POLICE, NOW I WANT TO BE ONE&lt;br /&gt;16. I SHOOK HANDS WITH BARACK OBAMA&lt;br /&gt;17. MY MOTHER AND MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS ARE MY BIGGEST INSPIRATION&lt;br /&gt;18. I USED TO LIVE IN DETROIT, BOSTON, AND KILLEEN TEXAS&lt;br /&gt;19. I LOVE TO READ ALTHOUGH I DONT READ AS MUCH AS I USED TO&lt;br /&gt;20. I HAVE A HUGE MAGAZINE COLLECTION THAT I CHERISH&lt;br /&gt;21. I HAVE ALOT OF SHOES AND IM PROLLY GOING TO DONATE SOME SOON&lt;br /&gt;22. WHEN I DIE I WILL DONATE EVERY ORGAN THAT COULD BE USEFUL TO SOMEONE ELSE&lt;br /&gt;23. I LOVE GIRLFRIENDS, ONE ON ONE, MOESHA, THE GAME, AND MIAMI AND LA INK&lt;br /&gt;24. WHEN I WAS YOUNGER ME AND MY BROTHER WOULD WATCH GOOD BURGER 3 TIMES IN A ROW AND SAY EVERY WORD&lt;br /&gt;25. I LIVE TO MAKE MY MOTHER PROUD&lt;br /&gt;*BONUS*&lt;br /&gt;26. I USED TO BE SCARED TO PLUG IN ELECTRICAL CORDS&lt;br /&gt;27. I ALMOST DROWNED IN HURRICANE BAY&lt;br /&gt;28. I DONT KNOW HOW TO SWIM&lt;br /&gt;29. I RODE A HORSE ONCE AND LOVED IT&lt;br /&gt;30. I WANT TO LEARN HOW TO PLAY PIANO&lt;br /&gt;31. I LOVE CARMELO ANTHONY AND HAVE EVERY SHOE HE HAS COME OUT WITH&lt;br /&gt;32. I LOVE THE CARDS AND T-WILL AND DERRICK CARACTER EVEN THO HE DOESNT PLAY FOR THEM ANYMORE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-7432687811940503223?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/7432687811940503223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-things-about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/7432687811940503223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/7432687811940503223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/02/random-things-about-me.html' title='random things about me!'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-3653895231366711129</id><published>2009-02-03T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:04:23.977-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><title type='text'>FRAZZLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;YADAMEAN&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!! YO NEW POST....FIRST OFF R.I.P TO MY UNCLE BOB! I LOVE U AND U WILL BE MISSED...I KNOW YOUR IN HEAVEN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WATCHIN&lt;/span&gt; OVER ME....MAN....ANOTHER DAMN RIP...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; TIRED OF EM....ANYWHOO....A WHOLE WEEK OUTTA SCHOOL....THE SNOW HAS BEEN CRAZY 24 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;PPL&lt;/span&gt; HAVE DIED (RIP) AND THE KY NATIONAL GUARD HAS BEEN CALLED IN...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;PPL&lt;/span&gt; ARE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;CALLIN&lt;/span&gt; THIS THE WORST NATURAL DISASTER TO HIT KY AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;IDK&lt;/span&gt;...I CANT CALL IT...ONE OF MY PROFESSORS CALLED IT WORSE THAN THE FLOOD OF '97! STUFF IS CRAZY BUT GOD GOT US...MY GRANDMOTHERS HOUSE IS MESSED UP POWER LINES DOWN AND HER CAR IS MESSED ALL UP...WINDOWS SMASHED IN EVERYTHING...TREES WERE DOWN...ALL AT...SO SHE HAS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;BN&lt;/span&gt; IN A HOTEL BUT I MEAN &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;PPL&lt;/span&gt; GOT IT WORSE SO WE ARE DEF. GRATEFUL....MAN A COUPLE MORE WEEKS AND &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;IMA&lt;/span&gt; GET MY LAPTOP!!!!! YEAH!!!! CANT WAIT! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;IMA&lt;/span&gt; BE POSTING VIDEOS LIKE CRAZY...ALSO I ENTERED INTO THIS ADIDAS CONTEST...PLEASE VOTE FOR ME...WWW.ADIDAS.COM/WOMEN....THE WINNER GETS TO SHOOT A COMMERCIAL WIT CANDACE PARKER...HOW COOL IS THAT? MAN I HOPE I WIN....ILL BE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DOIN&lt;/span&gt; EVERYTHING IN MY POWER TO...ON ANOTHER NOTE...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; WORKING ON A SOUNDTRACK FOR MY LIFE UP UNTIL THIS POINT AS WELL AS WORKING ON MY BOOK....I LOVE MUSIC AND ALSO I WAS PISSED BECAUSE I THINK I LOST MY MP3 PLAYER WITH ALL MY STUFF ON IT...UGH...SO HOPEFULLY ITS AT HOME OR ON THE BACK OF MY MOTHERS TRUCK....FRAZZLE....MY NEW WORD...ITS BOUT TO TAKE OVER THE WORLD!!!! FRAZZLE CAN MEAN ANYTHING YOU WANT IT TOO MEAN....ITS ALL ABOUT THE CONTEXT...I CAN SAY DAMN YO JACKETS IS FRAZZLE YO...WHICH MEANS I LIKE YA JACKET &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ALOT&lt;/span&gt; OR I COULD SAY MAN THAT GAME WAS FRAZZLE WHICH COULD MEAN THAT GAME WAS WACK...EXAMPLE....LAST NIGHT AGAINST &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;UCONN&lt;/span&gt; THAT GAME WAS FRAZZLE!!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;LMAO&lt;/span&gt;....I STILL LOVE MY BABY T-WILL AND THE CARDS....AND THE GIRLS ARE PLAYING TONIGHT AGAINST SYRACUSE...SO HOPEFULLY THEY WIN....AND TO J-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;CHIV&lt;/span&gt; MAN I MISS U...KEEP YA HEAD UP GIRL...EXPECT A LETTER FROM ME SOON! LOVE YA....ALSO I HAVE A MEETING WITH A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;CERTAIN&lt;/span&gt; COLLEGE COACH FRIDAY....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;HMMMMM&lt;/span&gt; DETAILS LATER AFTER EVERYTHING IS OFFICIAL.....FRAZZLE!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-3653895231366711129?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/3653895231366711129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/02/frazzle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/3653895231366711129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/3653895231366711129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/02/frazzle.html' title='FRAZZLE'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-8387586334331963920</id><published>2009-01-30T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:04:51.278-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>yo;</title><content type='html'>its been a while since i have blogged but honestly i havent found much to blog about...ummm lets see...im extremely pissed that jack frost hit KY and i have bn stuck at the catty for a WHOLE WEEK without shit to do...huh...now that thats off my chest....i have been like seriously sleepin alot...prolly becuz i dnt have anything else to do...but then it hit me...everyday when i close my eyes i go over the days events in my mind and these last few days i have been very upset becuz i couldnt find anything productive that i did...so from now on I will try to do something productive each day...and i wrote down another list of things i want to accomplish in my life time...and next to that list ill have another list that will say what i did each day for that goal to come true...yeah i know...but baby steps ppl geesh...lol...on a somber note RIP to my Uncle Bob and to that family that got mudered at the hands of the husband in Cali...Whoa....and FREE STEVE....im gone..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-8387586334331963920?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/8387586334331963920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/8387586334331963920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/8387586334331963920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/01/yo.html' title='yo;'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-2835062292192305080</id><published>2009-01-20T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:05:29.797-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='obama'/><title type='text'>Complete Obama Inauguration Speech</title><content type='html'>My fellow citizens:&lt;br /&gt;I stand here today humbled by the task before us, grateful for the trust you have bestowed, mindful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors. I thank President Bush for his service to our nation, as well as the generosity and cooperation he has shown throughout this transition.&lt;br /&gt;Forty-four Americans have now taken the presidential oath. The words have been spoken during rising tides of prosperity and the still waters of peace. Yet, every so often the oath is taken amidst gathering clouds and raging storms. At these moments, America has carried on not simply because of the skill or vision of those in high office, but because We the People have remained faithful to the ideals of our forbearers, and true to our founding documents.&lt;br /&gt;So it has been. So it must be with this generation of Americans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That we are in the midst of crisis is now well understood. Our nation is at war, against a far-reaching network of violence and hatred. Our economy is badly weakened, a consequence of greed and irresponsibility on the part of some, but also our collective failure to make hard choices and prepare the nation for a new age. Homes have been lost; jobs shed; businesses shuttered. Our health care is too costly; our schools fail too many; and each day brings further evidence that the ways we use energy strengthen our adversaries and threaten our planet.&lt;br /&gt;These are the indicators of crisis, subject to data and statistics. Less measurable but no less profound is a sapping of confidence across our land -- a nagging fear that America's decline is inevitable, and that the next generation must lower its sights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I say to you that the challenges we face are real. They are serious and they are many. They will not be met easily or in a short span of time. But know this, America -- they will be met.&lt;br /&gt;On this day, we gather because we have chosen hope over fear, unity of purpose over conflict and discord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this day, we come to proclaim an end to the petty grievances and false promises, the recriminations and worn out dogmas, that for far too long have strangled our politics.&lt;br /&gt;We remain a young nation, but in the words of Scripture, the time has come to set aside childish things. The time has come to reaffirm our enduring spirit; to choose our better history; to carry forward that precious gift, that noble idea, passed on from generation to generation: the God-given promise that all are equal, all are free, and all deserve a chance to pursue their full measure of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reaffirming the greatness of our nation, we understand that greatness is never a given. It must be earned. Our journey has never been one of short-cuts or settling for less. It has not been the path for the faint-hearted -- for those who prefer leisure over work, or seek only the pleasures of riches and fame. Rather, it has been the risk-takers, the doers, the makers of things -- some celebrated but more often men and women obscure in their labor, who have carried us up the long, rugged path towards prosperity and freedom.&lt;br /&gt;For us, they packed up their few worldly possessions and traveled across oceans in search of a new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, they toiled in sweatshops and settled the West; endured the lash of the whip and plowed the hard earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For us, they fought and died, in places like Concord and Gettysburg; Normandy and Khe Sahn.&lt;br /&gt;Time and again these men and women struggled and sacrificed and worked till their hands were raw so that we might live a better life. They saw America as bigger than the sum of our individual ambitions; greater than all the differences of birth or wealth or faction.&lt;br /&gt;This is the journey we continue today. We remain the most prosperous, powerful nation on Earth. Our workers are no less productive than when this crisis began. Our minds are no less inventive, our goods and services no less needed than they were last week or last month or last year. Our capacity remains undiminished. But our time of standing pat, of protecting narrow interests and putting off unpleasant decisions -- that time has surely passed. Starting today, we must pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off, and begin again the work of remaking America.&lt;br /&gt;For everywhere we look, there is work to be done. The state of the economy calls for action, bold and swift, and we will act -- not only to create new jobs, but to lay a new foundation for growth. We will build the roads and bridges, the electric grids and digital lines that feed our commerce and bind us together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will restore science to its rightful place, and wield technology's wonders to raise health care's quality and lower its cost. We will harness the sun and the winds and the soil to fuel our cars and run our factories. And we will transform our schools and colleges and universities to meet the demands of a new age. All this we can do. And all this we will do.&lt;br /&gt;Now, there are some who question the scale of our ambitions -- who suggest that our system cannot tolerate too many big plans. Their memories are short. For they have forgotten what this country has already done; what free men and women can achieve when imagination is joined to common purpose, and necessity to courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the cynics fail to understand is that the ground has shifted beneath them-- that the stale political arguments that have consumed us for so long no longer apply. The question we ask today is not whether our government is too big or too small, but whether it works -- whether it helps families find jobs at a decent wage, care they can afford, a retirement that is dignified. Where the answer is yes, we intend to move forward. Where the answer is no, programs will end. And those of us who manage the public's dollars will be held to account -- to spend wisely, reform bad habits, and do our business in the light of day -- because only then can we restore the vital trust between a people and their government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor is the question before us whether the market is a force for good or ill. Its power to generate wealth and expand freedom is unmatched, but this crisis has reminded us that without a watchful eye, the market can spin out of control -- and that a nation cannot prosper long when it favors only the prosperous. The success of our economy has always depended not just on the size of our Gross Domestic Product, but on the reach of our prosperity; on our ability to extend opportunity to every willing heart -- not out of charity, but because it is the surest route to our common good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for our common defense, we reject as false the choice between our safety and our ideals. Our Founding Fathers, faced with perils we can scarcely imagine, drafted a charter to assure the rule of law and the rights of man, a charter expanded by the blood of generations. Those ideals still light the world, and we will not give them up for expedience's sake. And so to all other peoples and governments who are watching today, from the grandest capitals to the small village where my father was born: know that America is a friend of each nation and every man, woman, and child who seeks a future of peace and dignity, and that we are ready to lead once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recall that earlier generations faced down fascism and communism not just with missiles and tanks, but with sturdy alliances and enduring convictions. They understood that our power alone cannot protect us, nor does it entitle us to do as we please. Instead, they knew that our power grows through its prudent use; our security emanates from the justness of our cause, the force of our example, the tempering qualities of humility and restraint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the keepers of this legacy. Guided by these principles once more, we can meet those new threats that demand even greater effort -- even greater cooperation and understanding between nations. We will begin to responsibly leave Iraq to its people, and forge a hard-earned peace in Afghanistan. With old friends and former foes, we will work tirelessly to lessen the nuclear threat, and roll back the specter of a warming planet. We will not apologize for our way of life, nor will we waver in its defense, and for those who seek to advance their aims by inducing terror and slaughtering innocents, we say to you now that our spirit is stronger and cannot be broken; you cannot outlast us, and we will defeat you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For we know that our patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians and Muslims, Jews and Hindus -- and non-believers. We are shaped by every language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth; and because we have tasted the bitter swill of civil war and segregation, and emerged from that dark chapter stronger and more united, we cannot help but believe that the old hatreds shall someday pass; that the lines of tribe shall soon dissolve; that as the world grows smaller, our common humanity shall reveal itself; and that America must play its role in ushering in a new era of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Muslim world, we seek a new way forward, based on mutual interest and mutual respect. To those leaders around the globe who seek to sow conflict, or blame their society's ills on the West -- know that your people will judge you on what you can build, not what you destroy. To those who cling to power through corruption and deceit and the silencing of dissent, know that you are on the wrong side of history; but that we will extend a hand if you are willing to unclench your fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people of poor nations, we pledge to work alongside you to make your farms flourish and let clean waters flow; to nourish starved bodies and feed hungry minds. And to those nations like ours that enjoy relative plenty, we say we can no longer afford indifference to suffering outside our borders; nor can we consume the world's resources without regard to effect. For the world has changed, and we must change with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we consider the road that unfolds before us, we remember with humble gratitude those brave Americans who, at this very hour, patrol far-off deserts and distant mountains. They have something to tell us today, just as the fallen heroes who lie in Arlington whisper through the ages. We honor them not only because they are guardians of our liberty, but because they embody the spirit of service; a willingness to find meaning in something greater than themselves. And yet, at this moment -- a moment that will define a generation -- it is precisely this spirit that must inhabit us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as much as government can do and must do, it is ultimately the faith and determination of the American people upon which this nation relies. It is the kindness to take in a stranger when the levees break, the selflessness of workers who would rather cut their hours than see a friend lose their job which sees us through our darkest hours. It is the firefighter's courage to storm a stairway filled with smoke, but also a parent's willingness to nurture a child, that finally decides our fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our challenges may be new. The instruments with which we meet them may be new. But those values upon which our success depends -- hard work and honesty, courage and fair play, tolerance and curiosity, loyalty and patriotism -- these things are old. These things are true. They have been the quiet force of progress throughout our history. What is demanded then is a return to these truths. What is required of us now is a new era of responsibility -- a recognition, on the part of every American, that we have duties to ourselves, our nation, and the world, duties that we do not grudgingly accept but rather seize gladly, firm in the knowledge that there is nothing so satisfying to the spirit, so defining of our character, than giving our all to a difficult task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the price and the promise of citizenship.&lt;br /&gt;This is the source of our confidence-- the knowledge that God calls on us to shape an uncertain destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the meaning of our liberty and our creed -- why men and women and children of every race and every faith can join in celebration across this magnificent mall, and why a man whose father less than sixty years ago might not have been served at a local restaurant can now stand before you to take a most sacred oath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us mark this day with remembrance, of who we are and how far we have traveled. In the year of America's birth, in the coldest of months, a small band of patriots huddled by dying campfires on the shores of an icy river. The capital was abandoned. The enemy was advancing. The snow was stained with blood. At a moment when the outcome of our revolution was most in doubt, the father of our nation ordered these words be read to the people:&lt;br /&gt;"Let it be told to the future world...that in the depth of winter, when nothing but hope and virtue could survive ... that the city and the country, alarmed at one common danger, came forth to meet [it]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America. In the face of our common dangers, in this winter of our hardship, let us remember these timeless words. With hope and virtue, let us brave once more the icy currents, and endure what storms may come. Let it be said by our children's children that when we were tested we refused to let this journey end, that we did not turn back nor did we falter; and with eyes fixed on the horizon and God's grace upon us, we carried forth that great gift of freedom and delivered it safely to future generations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-2835062292192305080?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/2835062292192305080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/01/complete-obama-inauguration-speech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2835062292192305080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2835062292192305080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/01/complete-obama-inauguration-speech.html' title='Complete Obama Inauguration Speech'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-165598021474548315</id><published>2009-01-14T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:31:23.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>STATS...ETC...</title><content type='html'>so i'm late with this post but o well...kill me...didnt start but i didnt expect to...played 20 mins...5 points 5 rebs 5 to's yeah im rusty...we lost by like 12...next game monday away...just got outta practice getting back into the flow of things...had a education summitt meeting from 12:30 to 3:30 and i cant sit still or focus that long...but i did my best...it wasnt as boring as i thought it would be and that is a great thing...had a student senate meeting at 5 i am the technology liason so got some kinks i gotta fix tama...and i have been nominated as the KEA-SP Ethnic Minority Representative...which is like a huge freakin deal...like OMG...basically i travel and make sure that the KEA (which represents all the teachers in KY and the undergrads!) have fair rules and policies regarding minorities...so ill b so stoked if i win....just to be nominated is a huge deal...o yeah dnt forget im only a freshman! yeah doing big things ppl...as far as the book goes...i have alot of ideas floating around in my brain but i have yet to put them on paper...im slacking yeah i know...but hey it will get done...promise...by '10 it will be finished...im taking 15 hours this semester...not too much heavy work...but i have to read chapter one for both psych and world history so im offa here.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-165598021474548315?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/165598021474548315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/01/statsetc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/165598021474548315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/165598021474548315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/01/statsetc.html' title='STATS...ETC...'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-6034263908511116359</id><published>2009-01-12T11:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:12:39.873-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><title type='text'>Guess Who's Bizzack</title><content type='html'>Yeah i'm back....game tonight....details tama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-6034263908511116359?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/6034263908511116359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-whos-bizzack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6034263908511116359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6034263908511116359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/01/guess-whos-bizzack.html' title='Guess Who&apos;s Bizzack'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-669099130277819298</id><published>2009-01-08T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T20:57:06.317-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorites'/><title type='text'>Favorites!!! : )</title><content type='html'>This time on favorites, i'm listing my fav bball players in no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmelo Anthony (been liking him since oak hill, i have every shoe he has ever made, my husband)&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian Telfair (3 words: through the fire)&lt;br /&gt;Rajon Rondo (502 baby...plus he shows mad love)&lt;br /&gt;OJ Mayo (even though he fucked me over at the mcdonalds all american game i still like him)&lt;br /&gt;Deanna Nolan (been liking ha since 8th grade, i think we play alike)&lt;br /&gt;Cappie Pondexter (BEAST)&lt;br /&gt;Epphiny Prince (scoring machine)&lt;br /&gt;Ivory Latta (my idol, hero, all that)&lt;br /&gt;Diana Taurasi (one of the best to ever play)&lt;br /&gt;Seimone Augustus (smooth)&lt;br /&gt;Ashley/Courtney Paris (my cousins)&lt;br /&gt;Angel McCoughtry (BEAST, scoring machine, put the ville on the map)&lt;br /&gt;Terrance Williams (All around player plus he shows mad love)&lt;br /&gt;Johnny Flynn (beast point guard in college)&lt;br /&gt;Tajuan Porter (little man got big heart)&lt;br /&gt;Tamika Cathchings (best all around player in the league)&lt;br /&gt;Kobe Bryant (BEAST)&lt;br /&gt;Scotty Hopson (shows mad love, plus he's from KY)&lt;br /&gt;Alana Beard (smooth lefty)&lt;br /&gt;Allen Iverson (the answer duh)&lt;br /&gt;Candace Parker (the beast)&lt;br /&gt;Mike Beasley (shows mad love, love him, so freakin nice)&lt;br /&gt;George Hill (from iupui to the spurs!)&lt;br /&gt;Franciso Garcia (went to louisville)&lt;br /&gt;Leroy Nobles (from the same high school as me, bas ass yellowjackets)&lt;br /&gt;Lebron James (duh)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-669099130277819298?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/669099130277819298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/01/favorites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/669099130277819298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/669099130277819298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/01/favorites.html' title='Favorites!!! : )'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-1416170227371870706</id><published>2009-01-07T01:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:13:10.969-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='based'/><title type='text'>BASED EXPLAINED...I DID NOT WRITE THIS....PROPS TO LIL B...THE BASEDGOD</title><content type='html'>Level 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Turf Based&lt;/span&gt;-When you are turf BASED that means you are just really starting to find out about the BASED lifestyle, you are still doing what you want to do, maby making descions that arnt always the best and sometimes negitive, but you are working to become BASED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Based-&lt;/span&gt;You support the lifestyle plus your unique,Your Searching To learn More about the BASED lifestyle And BASED Music, You have exceeded being Turf BASED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Based Legend&lt;/span&gt;-when you have exceeded the based lifestyle and you have a few supporters of your own who you have converted to the BASED living and resepct the BASED energy you have brought to the table and positive light you put forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Basedlord&lt;/span&gt;-When you have become a &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;BASEDLORD&lt;/span&gt; you have traveled many places and have spread the based message about positive plus Living Free In Peace, You to have touched more people with your BASED knowledge then Even Water. You also surround yourself with others that are also BASEDLORDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;BASED OVERLORD&lt;/span&gt;-When you are the leader of your BASED community and have assembled enough people to follow the BASED livestlye and they look up to you for BASED knowledge and positive direction, You have to be a strong and fearless, Woman or Man,Be Ready To lead your BASED team to positive energy through tough times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PRO BASED&lt;/span&gt;-Means You have reached a level where you have a special power to you that everyone can feel when you walk in the room, a confidence that sweeps even the most prestige. Pro BASED Is When you are close To Your BASED peak in life and are EXTREMLY POSITIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;BASED ROBOT&lt;/span&gt;-You Have surpassed even Pro BASED and are now leading more then 200 people in the BASED POSITIVE WAY. You are now automaticly BASED, when you wake up to when you go to sleep.Everything seems to be automatic Dealing With BASED and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;BASED DEMI GOD&lt;/span&gt;-This is a level for everyone that is BASED and is about to get pass level 4 of your BASED journey,everone will have to go through this. BASED DEMI GOD is when you are being converted out of positive and people are trying to turn you to the evil side of being BASED which is not positive. BASED DEMI GOD as you see is still based, its just half positive and half negitive. You have to defete those negitive thoughts that are holding you back. Once You do that you will feel a positive release, Which in my BASED FREESTYLES we call it "Water Release" You will be transforming into what every BASED Supporter and partner will say is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL 5 EXTREME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;BASEDWORLD&lt;/span&gt;-There Is only One BASEDGOD That Is Lil B,&lt;br /&gt;to be excepted in the level 5 BASEDWORLD, you must be Adressed By THE BASEDGOD HIMSELF "LIL B" and tell him why you think you should be knighted into the LEVEL 5 BASED RELAM. If Lil B says you are BASED, you have passed the Level 5 TEST OF, "BASEDWORLD" AND HAVE PASSED THROUGH ALL 4 LEVELS OF POSITIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LEVEL 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;BASENAM&lt;/span&gt;-When you have reached the level of BASENAM you can lead your own unit of  BASED supporters and leaders, and show them the way of BASED positive living, You are also Welcomed to BASEDWORLD where THE BASEDGOD HIMSELF"LIL B"  IS POSITIONED. YOU ALSO CAN SHOW OTHERS YOUR OWN BASED LEGACY AND CAN HAVE PRIVATE TALKS WITH THE BASEDGOD"LIL B" AND ASK FOR ADVICE OR BASED COLLEGE OR EVEN MORE WAYS OF BECOMING MORE BASED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Level 7 &lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;BASEDGOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lil B"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only a few Chosen ones By "LIL B" HIMSELF!!!!!!" will ever get to become a BASEDGOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it takes time and patentice, You have to be BASED for a number days and world spins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU ARE BASED AND POSITIVE ENOUGH, PLUS HAVE PRACTIED THE ART OF "BASED" FOR A WHILE NOW, ONE DAY THROUGH YOUR POSITIVE LIVING AND VIBES YOU WILL BE ABLE TO MEET THE "BASEDGOD" AND ASK TO BE KNIGHTED WITH THE "BASEDGOD'S&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;" PEACE JEWLERY&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!.ONCE THAT HAS HAPPEND YOU WILL BE APART OF THE BASEDGODS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE IS ONLY ONE "BASEDGOD" SO FAR AND THAT IS LIL B THE LEADER OF BASENAM AND BASEDWORLD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; more new levels of BASED And ways of gaining knowledge upon the BASED  will be coming soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT LEVEL BASED ARE YOU AT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARE YOU EVEN BASED?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BASEDBOYS&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;BASEDGIRLS&lt;/span&gt;-ARE WHAT WE ALL ARE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-1416170227371870706?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/1416170227371870706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/01/based-explainedi-did-not-write.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1416170227371870706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1416170227371870706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/01/based-explainedi-did-not-write.html' title='BASED EXPLAINED...I DID NOT WRITE THIS....PROPS TO LIL B...THE BASEDGOD'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-9015227914154572982</id><published>2009-01-05T23:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:14:29.390-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RIP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charles hamilton'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sha stimuli'/><title type='text'>2009 is upon us!</title><content type='html'>okay so ima little late on the whole 2009 thing, forgive me! well 2008 was amazing and weird at the same time and i'm hoping 2009 can bring a little sanity into my little world. first i would like a moment of silence for all of those who passed in 2008..................................................................okay R.I.P.......right now...i am chillin kinda ready to go back to school (i thought i'd never say that phrase lol)....i downloaded the new sha stimuli mixtape called the break-up so go download that asap....the cover art is amazing and its a concept album as well...highly suggest it...i'm still bumping charles hamilton too....my new years resolution is too not cuss as much, pray 4 times a day, rid myself of all negative ppl and things and to be a better person overall...i can be evil at times....i also just want to live another day and for my family to be ok.....thats basically it for me.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-9015227914154572982?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/9015227914154572982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-is-upon-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/9015227914154572982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/9015227914154572982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-is-upon-us.html' title='2009 is upon us!'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-5911557378592385125</id><published>2008-12-22T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:14:58.174-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Life Story</title><content type='html'>Yo...for a few weeks a have been thinking about my life and how crazy its been and it is...also i have been thinking about my journey and the journey thousands of other teens and other ppl like me have faced...so i have decided to write a book losely based on my life...i dont know if its going to be a memoir or what but i am writing a book...my focus has been on that...i also want to develop a screenplay as well but i think i will write the book first...so now my priorities are school, ball, book, music....of course God and family are first....im also gonna be doing short documentaries and things like that...as soon as a get my laptop its going to be crazy....im so so freaking creative right now...the only thing thats holding me back is me not having a laptop...the laptop i want has to be perfect so i guess thats the hold up...i want to leave a lasting impact on society and i think that my life story has a chance to do that...not just that but i have a voice and it needs to be heard...maybe i can help other ppl that were like me....maybe...but ok&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-5911557378592385125?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/5911557378592385125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/5911557378592385125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/5911557378592385125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/12/life-story.html' title='Life Story'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-6626703330175123770</id><published>2008-12-22T02:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:15:14.604-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the pink lavalamp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charles hamilton'/><title type='text'>Charles Hamilton is the shhhhh.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/SU8-UrbqOII/AAAAAAAAABQ/BbRUMXwPDew/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282509412905924738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/SU8-UrbqOII/AAAAAAAAABQ/BbRUMXwPDew/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So basically I have fallen in love with this man...the pink lavalamp is my new favorite album and whenn his debut comes out on interscope i will buy 10 copies no lie...seriously, the struggle the joy triumph that the pink lavalamp takes its listeners on a ride that rivals that of any drug...charles is a musical genius he self produced the ENTIRE album...check out his blog charleshamilton.blogspot.com and download the pink lavalamp...its legal and free. its his gift to us...sorry game...i think i found my new favorite rapper...you're retired anyways lol...meanwhile enjoy the holidays and be safe...also im about to get on my youtube grind so look out for that its gonna be crazy yo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-6626703330175123770?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/6626703330175123770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/12/charles-hamilton-is-shhhhh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-6501634492441478618</id><published>2008-12-22T02:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T02:06:27.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hit Me Up</title><content type='html'>Text bf3ars to 729669 to subscribe to my broadcasts or to leave me a voice message!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-6501634492441478618?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/6501634492441478618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/12/hit-me-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6501634492441478618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6501634492441478618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/12/hit-me-up.html' title='Hit Me Up'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-677029867736702333</id><published>2008-12-01T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:16:12.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Right Now</title><content type='html'>So right about now, im back at school finishing up the semester and whatnot...umm not a part of the bball team right now...might transfer or stay...im totally undecided right now...im leaning towards staying here but i will re evaluate everything at the end of the year and will come to a decision around june or julyish...family...we good right now...pj is getting big and he getting some color (LOL)...jr doing good in school er thang...i really dont know about the brothers and sisters on my 'fathers" side because my poor ass excuse for a dad is an asshole...yea thats pretty mean but its the truth...i could hurl more insults but im nice and mature...something he will never kno about...anyways...im really just writing expressing my feelings and getting on with life...im really chill right now...thats the best way to explain it...i will get a summer job and all that...i mean its stuff i gotta have ya know...and since i last wrote i have a significant other in my life at the moment...so we will see how that goes but its lookin good for us...i really dont get serious til we hit about 5 months so 2 down 3 to go...lol...but im good on my end...god is good...im thankful for my family cuz without them i am NOTHING!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-677029867736702333?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/677029867736702333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/12/right-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/677029867736702333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/677029867736702333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/12/right-now.html' title='Right Now'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-914289229329047808</id><published>2008-10-30T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:16:59.413-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>The Season is Here!!!</title><content type='html'>Whats up world? I knw i havent bn updating n a while and i apologize...ummm well the season officially starts monday with a game at lindsey wilson college...as of right now i do not knw if i will b playing because i have bn suspended but my status is up n the air as as right now. My new little one is doing great gettin bigger and he is healthy. I was a little down and out yesterday because of the simple fact is that I expect so much from myself and I am not performing up to my abilities. I just want to win every game and b perfect but I kno there is no such thing as perfect but i still wish to achieve that. I am focusing on just working hard each day to get better. I am gonna start a new section on the website where every Monday i ask a question from a fan.. please submit ur questions to &lt;a href="mailto:brittanyfears12@gmail.com"&gt;brittanyfears12@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt; n the subject put question of the week... i promise i will answer each and every one...also how about Rajon last night? missed a couple of free throws but over all he had a good game...also my heart goes out to J. Hudson and her family in their time of need..well thats all for now...love u all...god bless&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-914289229329047808?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/914289229329047808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/10/season-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/914289229329047808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/914289229329047808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/10/season-is-here.html' title='The Season is Here!!!'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-3099928849592911961</id><published>2008-10-06T16:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:17:11.705-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jokes'/><title type='text'>New Presidential Candidate... It's someone we know!</title><content type='html'>There's an effort to elect an unknown random person as President... and it's someone we know! Watch this online video about the surprising new nominee:&lt;a href="http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnRzZ25ldC5jb20vcHJlcy5waHA/aWQ9MzcwNzQzJmFsdGY9Q3NqdXVib3omYWx0bD1HZmJzdA=="&gt;http://www.msplinks.com/MDFodHRwOi8vd3d3LnRzZ25ldC5jb20vcHJlcy5waHA/aWQ9MzcwNzQzJmFsdGY9Q3NqdXVib3omYWx0bD1HZmJzdA==&lt;/a&gt;Jot back a note to let me know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-3099928849592911961?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/3099928849592911961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-presidential-candidate-its-someone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/3099928849592911961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/3099928849592911961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-presidential-candidate-its-someone.html' title='New Presidential Candidate... It&apos;s someone we know!'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-2032220321283323409</id><published>2008-10-02T12:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:17:50.631-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>HOOPIN!!!!</title><content type='html'>YEA SO THE FIRST OFFICIAL PRACTICE WAS YESTERDAY....ALL WAS WELL....WE WERE JUS GETTIN N2 THE FLOW OF EVERYTHING I GUESS....LITTLE DISAPPOINTED I WASNT NAMED A CAPTAIN, BUT HEY....I NEED TO "GROW UP" AS THEY SAY....I MEAN IM TIRED OF PPL TRYING TO CHANGE WHO I AM...I MEAN IM ME...IF I WALK AROUND MUGGIN PPL THEY SAY IM MAD....BUT IF I SMILE AND JOKE AROUND IM PLAYIN TOO MUCH??? WAT???? GET OUTTA HERE....I GUESS I HAVE TO FIND THE COMMON GROUND....BUT IMA ALWAYS B BFEARS...WEN ONE DOOR CLOSES ANOTHER ONE OPENS....SO RIGHT NOW IM JUS FOCUSED ON BETTERING MYSELF EVERY DAY...WORKING HARD...STARTING AND GETTING OFF JV...SO THATS MY MAIN FOCUS...BESIDES SCHOOL AND MY WONDERFUL BEAUTIFUL FAMILY WHO I MISS SO MUCH EVERYDAY....I DO IT FOR THEM...I SWEAR I MISS THEM MORE THEN THEY WILL EVER KNOW....BUT IM TAKIN CARE OF BUSINESS FOR US....OTHER THEN THAT ALL IS GOOD IN MY LIFE....ONE MONTH THE FIRST GAME...CANT WAIT....IM LOOKIN TO AVERAGE AT LEAST 10 POINTS, 6 REBOUNDS, 5 ASSISTS, AND 2 STEALS....AND IM JUS BEING MODEST....AS THE SEASON GETS CLOSER EXPECT THOSE NUMBERS TO INFLATE....LOL....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-2032220321283323409?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/2032220321283323409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoopin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2032220321283323409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2032220321283323409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/10/hoopin.html' title='HOOPIN!!!!'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-6052431397900001005</id><published>2008-09-23T17:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:18:29.550-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>I know your gone&lt;br /&gt;i see it too&lt;br /&gt;but a small part of me&lt;br /&gt;still loves you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past is the past&lt;br /&gt;i'm never lokkin back&lt;br /&gt;but you're makin it easy&lt;br /&gt;by the way you act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant Be civilized&lt;br /&gt;just tryna be your friend&lt;br /&gt;we promised we would&lt;br /&gt;be friends til the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather changes&lt;br /&gt;and people do too&lt;br /&gt;cuz you're not the same&lt;br /&gt;it's not me its you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do i do&lt;br /&gt;I have moved on&lt;br /&gt;i'm tryna do right&lt;br /&gt;but you treat me wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in love now&lt;br /&gt;happy, so I let you be&lt;br /&gt;she better not do you wrong&lt;br /&gt;or she'll have to deal with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so no matter what you do&lt;br /&gt;no matter what occurs&lt;br /&gt;Ima b here fa you&lt;br /&gt;jus say the word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the friend stuff&lt;br /&gt;maybe I took it too far&lt;br /&gt;cuz my feelings got involved&lt;br /&gt;and that aint aint cool at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its all love though&lt;br /&gt;my feelings anit crushed&lt;br /&gt;just me and you&lt;br /&gt;i have finally given up&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-6052431397900001005?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/6052431397900001005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/untitled.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6052431397900001005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6052431397900001005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-7714825594463636344</id><published>2008-09-23T17:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:18:40.089-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>FREE</title><content type='html'>FREE&lt;br /&gt;My heart is free&lt;br /&gt;Thank God it's true&lt;br /&gt;I am finally&lt;br /&gt;Over you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't easy&lt;br /&gt;it was super hard&lt;br /&gt;but I see the light&lt;br /&gt;and made it threw the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so good&lt;br /&gt;life is love&lt;br /&gt;bfears is back&lt;br /&gt;now thats wats up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont regret nothing&lt;br /&gt;it was a great lesson&lt;br /&gt;I passed my test&lt;br /&gt;now I'm not stressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is free&lt;br /&gt;thank God its true&lt;br /&gt;on to the next&lt;br /&gt;you're in my rearview&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-7714825594463636344?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/7714825594463636344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/7714825594463636344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/7714825594463636344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/free.html' title='FREE'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-2406535842203545979</id><published>2008-09-22T14:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:19:06.931-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>9-22-08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/SNfmrA9qzlI/AAAAAAAAABI/ki0NI5hfRHg/s1600-h/l_acf8c2e4e5fc41208790731628e0d43d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248917517391023698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/SNfmrA9qzlI/AAAAAAAAABI/ki0NI5hfRHg/s320/l_acf8c2e4e5fc41208790731628e0d43d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So on 9-16-08, another reason for my existence was born...PJ Brown Jr was born and man babies r such a blessing...this is my 8th sibling and its still special...i could b havin a horrible day and i look at him or jus think about him and i cant even get mad...i jus wana smile man...jus smile...in other news in doing good...school is good....ball is good...life is good...i gotta new saying. now BRAND NEW DAY...BRAND NEW SIGHT..BRAND NEW VIEW...ON THIS THING CALLED LIFE... so thats how I'm livin....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-2406535842203545979?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/2406535842203545979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-22-08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2406535842203545979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2406535842203545979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/9-22-08.html' title='9-22-08'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/SNfmrA9qzlI/AAAAAAAAABI/ki0NI5hfRHg/s72-c/l_acf8c2e4e5fc41208790731628e0d43d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-547659036711879024</id><published>2008-09-14T20:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:21:02.225-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Flashbacks &amp; Understandings</title><content type='html'>Well my last post was about me being in a happy place and gettin over my ex...well this one is kinda the oppposite...lol...allow me to explain...okay me and the ex havent talked n like a month...then they deleted me on the space so i was like hey its a wrap...but then wen i was back home...i got a phone call and we talked on the phone for an hour!...jus about everything...the past, the present andd the future...it was good to have that understanding...they love me but r not in love wit me...i was like that cant b possible but they insisted it was...anyways we went out and i was like can i get a hug? BM was like duh come here and started smiling...so i gave them a hug and everything flashed back...i swear it was like in the movies yall...everything...jus came back and i didnt wana let go...but i did...and then we were at the club and They and their new boo was hugged up and erbody was lookin at me like i was supposed to be mad or something but i wasnt...i mean i wasnt happy...but i wasnt sad...get it? i didnt feel anything...im happy their happy...but im def glad we got an understanding...i needed that...and i did lose a fren...how idk...we havent spoke n a month but i didnt realize there were any hard feelings til i saw them n the club parking lot and called their name...they mean mugged the shit outta me...damn...i said is that for us? my crazy ass was ready to fight but i thought abt it...fight for wat? so what they dnt wana b my fren...y? only they knw...im good...their weak...the old brittany woulda tapped that ass...but hey im "maturing" now...lol its all good doe...im enjoying my life...school is great...ball is fine...god is good....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-547659036711879024?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/547659036711879024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/flashbacks-understandings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/547659036711879024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/547659036711879024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/flashbacks-understandings.html' title='Flashbacks &amp; Understandings'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-1494609720291673345</id><published>2008-09-11T12:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:22:12.100-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>one year three months</title><content type='html'>FIRST OFF A MOMENT OF SILENCE FOR ALL THE LIVES LOST ON 9/11/01...NEVER WILL U B FORGOTTON...&lt;br /&gt;WELL TODAY IS 9/11/08 AND IT WOULD HAVE BN A YEAR AND THREE MONTHS....AAND THE QUESTION WAS POSED TO ME...DO U MISS THEM? HONESTLY NO...THERE WAS A TIME IN MY LIFE WEN I THOUGHT I COULDNT LIVE WITHOUT THEM...BUT GUESS WAT IM LIVIN...AND LOVIN IT...I THOUGHT I COULDNT GO ON...BUT I DID AND I AM...I ANT GONNA LIE...THE THOUGHT CROSSES MY MIND FROM TIME TO TIME...BUT NOW ITS ONCE A WEEK INSTEAD OF 24/7...SO HEY IM MAKIN PROGRESS LOL....I DO MISS WAT WE HAD...NOT THE PERSON PAR SE....I MISS THE LIGHT NIGHT PHONE CALLS...WAKIN UP N THE MORININ...GOING TO EACH OTHERS GAMES...THE CONSTANT TEXTS...THE LOVE MAKIN...YEA I MISS THAT ASPECT...BUT THE PERSON? NOT SO MUCH...SO YEA IT WOULD HAVE BN A YEAR AND 3 MONTHS AND I TAKE TIME TO REFLECT ON WHAT COULD HAVE BN...BUT NOW I LOOK TO MY FUTURE AND WAT IS....I WILL ALWAYS HAVE LOVE FOR THAT PERSON...BUT HEY IVE MOVED ON...THANK THE LORD!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-1494609720291673345?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/1494609720291673345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-year-three-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1494609720291673345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/1494609720291673345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-year-three-months.html' title='one year three months'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-7536706645214708314</id><published>2008-09-08T14:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:22:40.531-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Happy Place</title><content type='html'>Thank u jesus times 100! Really! Seriously. I am on a high I have never bn on. I am high off life. And only one person can take responsibility. The Man Above. I was n the pits. In the darkness. But now I am n the light. I see the light. Thank u jesus! I am so happy right now yall....like im floating on clouds. Really. I am not ashamed to tell ppl. Wen u get this happy no one or nothing can bring u down. I am serious. TO anybody thats going threw it pray...and wait...its not gone happen over night. It took me like a month to get where i am. I cant imagine my life any other way. Thanks! HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY&gt;...I gotta rub it in to everybody who wanted to c me unhappy FUCK YALL!!!! HA! I overcame....u can too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-7536706645214708314?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/7536706645214708314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/7536706645214708314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/7536706645214708314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='Happy Place'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-5621079662240135453</id><published>2008-09-08T13:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:09:49.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>april 1st 07 on myspace</title><content type='html'>as i am sitting at this computer, listening to my girl lauren hill sing her songs, i cant help to think to myself......when is it my turn to shine? when will my love come? but for now i just focus on the two things i should be school and basketball....putting love in the backburna...for now....i am thinking about my friends.....the true ones....the ones who are here today and gone tomorrow....i am thinking about everything i have bn through up to this point in my life....the person i was and the person i have become...the things i did and the things i shouldnt have done....all the wrong that was to me and all the things i did wrong...a lot is going through my mind listening to this song...but i have to stay focused not just for me..but also for my family....i know who the ones are...who wi;; never leave my side....who will be with me no matter what....so i focus on the ones who love/like me instead of the ones that hate because i dont have time.....i know who yall are....i love yall forever....yall know yall are....the ones who talk behind my back....but its wassup brittany to my face.....i know who u are...i see through you like glass...i got eyes and ears everywhere...believe that....like lauren said...how u gon win and ur not right within?....think on that feeble minded people.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-3775991454221834338</id><published>2008-09-08T13:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:23:35.359-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>me myself and i (july 6th 08 on myspace)</title><content type='html'>aight...its been a long time since i posted a blog...but here i go...now most of u know by now that i gotta tattoo that says me myself and i....and a lotta people bn asking me question regarding it...i got some love and some hate but its all good cuz honestly i dnt care....but it do feel good 2 have sum support out there...feel me???...but anyways people bn sayin that im concieted....man thats far from the truth...never have never will be...i aint ugly but i dnt walk around thinkin im the shit...i do have confidence but it took me a long time to get to that point...i may walk around wit my held high but thats fa a reason...i made it this far...i believe nothin can stop me...everybody should have confidence....and another thing people think im anti-social...ha what a joke....im laughing...ask anybody that has hung out wit me and they know im funny outgoing always tryna make people laugh and have a good time...i jus dnt fuck wit too many people...people have betrayed me....i trust no one...believe that.....and people think all these things about me that are not true...i cant help wat ppl think but i jus wana clear up sum misconceptions about me...im not stuck up...not a jerk (most of the times LOL) im jus a regular person...i really dnt care what ppl think about me...and honestly fuck a friend...when it all comes down to it...if i consider u a real friend i will ride fa u....but i DNT NEED friends....to me all i need is me....so i hope i let yall know a lil something...i am me never changing (only 4 the better)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-3775991454221834338?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/3775991454221834338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-myself-and-i-july-6th-08-on-myspace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/3775991454221834338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/3775991454221834338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/me-myself-and-i-july-6th-08-on-myspace.html' title='me myself and i (july 6th 08 on myspace)'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-8832528877394852180</id><published>2008-09-08T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:23:45.387-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>poem/song/whatever (july 28th 08 on myspace)</title><content type='html'>i know i messed up i know i made mistakes&lt;br /&gt;but i promise i can take it all away&lt;br /&gt;together forever is what we used to always say&lt;br /&gt;but forever aint too long cuz it aint today&lt;br /&gt;i miss yo smile yo lips and yo tight hugs&lt;br /&gt;and the way we held each other after we made love&lt;br /&gt;i cant go threw the day without thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;I remenience on the day u used to be my boo&lt;br /&gt;my frens tell me to move on that its over and dun&lt;br /&gt;i tried to but it aint easy or fun&lt;br /&gt;its hurts more cuz u dun moved on wit yo life&lt;br /&gt;and im still stuck thinking bout u day and night&lt;br /&gt;ima fool a sucker for this thing called love&lt;br /&gt;never again will i feel like i felt fa ya&lt;br /&gt;back n the day u was my ace boon coon&lt;br /&gt;my best fren ride or die my number 1 goon&lt;br /&gt;but now we never hang out and we barely even txt&lt;br /&gt;the past is the past i put that shit to rest&lt;br /&gt;now all u gotta do is keep it real and say yes&lt;br /&gt;cuz ya name is forever etched in my chest&lt;br /&gt;wat i gotta do to prove to you that ive changed&lt;br /&gt;its fa the best we aint gotta worry bout the same things&lt;br /&gt;man i miss you wen the phone ring i hope its you&lt;br /&gt;wen i get a text i hope its you too&lt;br /&gt;this love thing it really aint a game&lt;br /&gt;it went in and came out and i aint been the same&lt;br /&gt;im spose to be happy enjoying my life&lt;br /&gt;but without you nuttin seems right&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do right but u playin me to the left&lt;br /&gt;i swear this is how Lauren Hill musta felt&lt;br /&gt;you gimme signs sometimes but maybe im wrong&lt;br /&gt;u never know what u got til its gone&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt know what i had til u dipped&lt;br /&gt;i ran lip but in the end i still tripped&lt;br /&gt;i see u n the club and i try to keep my cool&lt;br /&gt;i dnt go back cuz i cant look at you&lt;br /&gt;dancing wit other people wats at all about&lt;br /&gt;i forgot u single i dnt care thats loose rap&lt;br /&gt;everybody tell me to leave it alone&lt;br /&gt;but wen its true love u cant leave it alone&lt;br /&gt;dey dnt know wat we got i mean what we had&lt;br /&gt;cuz if they did they too would be sad&lt;br /&gt;you my soulmate me and u were meant to be&lt;br /&gt;it was written in the books its our destiny&lt;br /&gt;or maybe im crazy dreamin schemin 2 get u back were u was&lt;br /&gt;i swear never again will i fall n love&lt;br /&gt;its been 3 months 2 weeks and 6 days&lt;br /&gt;i keep on thinking how i let u get away&lt;br /&gt;some days im okay and some days im pissed&lt;br /&gt;how did it end up like this???&lt;br /&gt;all i got is memories of us to help me through&lt;br /&gt;and them notes u wrote me i got them too&lt;br /&gt;i feel like jay z on song cry the 3rd verse&lt;br /&gt;right now it cant get no worse&lt;br /&gt;but it do&lt;br /&gt;im leavin fa college n a few&lt;br /&gt;we need to get it together b4 i leave&lt;br /&gt;somehow someway its a dream&lt;br /&gt;im not a jealous person maybe i am a lil bit&lt;br /&gt;but thats human nature baby dnt trip&lt;br /&gt;please excuse me but remember that time&lt;br /&gt;we spent the night in yo livin room crying&lt;br /&gt;I dnt remeber y but i remember us&lt;br /&gt;jus me and u cryin til the sun came up&lt;br /&gt;we dun bn threw too much 2 throw it all out&lt;br /&gt;when is the right time? i think now&lt;br /&gt;we cant reconnect cuz we never connection&lt;br /&gt;i jus cant wait to feel your affection&lt;br /&gt;i forgot wat your kisses feel like your tender touch&lt;br /&gt;i know wat u thinking y u tryna rush&lt;br /&gt;toma aint promised and today we cant get back&lt;br /&gt;more time for us to spend together know that&lt;br /&gt;i said what i had to say know its on you&lt;br /&gt;dnt keep me waitin any longer wat u gone do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-8832528877394852180?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/8832528877394852180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/poemsongwhatever-july-28th-08-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/8832528877394852180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/8832528877394852180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/poemsongwhatever-july-28th-08-on.html' title='poem/song/whatever (july 28th 08 on myspace)'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-6869187847744311070</id><published>2008-09-08T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:10:56.108-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Takin' Off (Aug. 13th 08 on myspace)</title><content type='html'>Well 2ma im leaving 4 college and this past yr has bn a real eye opener 4 me...Losing frenz, gaining sum, fighting others, damn wat hasn't happened??? The highest of the highs the lowest of the lows, I have experienced them these past 12 months. For better or for worse??? only time will tell... To everyone that has supported me and continues to from the bottom of my heart I can do nothing but that u one thousand times over...for the ones who have distanced themselves from me and we no longer speak....i want to say thank u as well...people are in your lives for a reason or a season something like at yall kno wat i mean LOL...but i learn from every mistake that i have made...and to think that i graduated from high school...not many do that...and my own (father) sperm donor didnt show up...its nothin tho...never has really bn apart of my life...doesnt care rather spend his time and money on 19 year old females while chasing his dream of staying young...i dnt use this word but for his its a must..NIGGA PLEASE....git the fuck outta here man...and as much as I say i dnt care i do jus a little bit...but for the ppl that wrote me off and dnt do right by me...success is the ultimate revenge...i will succeed...but lemme git off his sorry ass and on to ppl who matter...mama i love u...without u there is no me literally...we bump heads all the time but hey u still love me...granny...love u much u r everything a person could want and need n a grandmother...u r there 4 me and vice versa...many ppl hate on r bond...and wat we got can nvr b broken...man im nervous not scared...finna start anew...a new journey new things man its exciting...im happy...to get outta louisville (ima b an hour and a half away tho dnt cry LOL) to start new to do something wit my life...no offense to anybody but i want bigger things outta life not the same o shit...i want chicken Parmesan not chicken noodles LOL feel me??? and most of all i wanna give all 8 of my brothers and sisters the life i never had..to wake up and have everything...i wanna spoil them...fuck everything else...that is my motivation. My brothers and sisters I want them to have everything i never did...shoes, clothes, candy, a big backyard man i want them to have it all...if i can do that then my life goal is accomplished...and to everyone that i hurt, I apologize (to 1 person in particular). I was young dumb and stupid but that still cannot excuse my behavior...If i was to turn back the hands of time i would to change everything i ever did to hurt u...(i kno thats played out but i had to use it again LOL) But i am a true believer in everything happens 4a reason and so i mean good luck with everything i hope we can b frenz but jus keep n touch wit me...u dun moved on and i am 2...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-6869187847744311070?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/6869187847744311070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/takin-off-aug-13th-08-on-myspace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6869187847744311070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6869187847744311070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/takin-off-aug-13th-08-on-myspace.html' title='Takin&apos; Off (Aug. 13th 08 on myspace)'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-6237088160123841756</id><published>2008-09-08T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:07:49.254-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Foolish (Aug. 26th  on myspace)</title><content type='html'>"Trying to get myself together, Hoping I don't cryWanting to be togetherBut this feeling getting worseOh I never thought I ever feel this hurtNow it's all I feel, it's all I feelSo I'm hoping like hell that it ain't 4realNow it's all I feel, it's all I feelWishing that it ain't but I know that it is2 days ago I felt like a star2 hours ago just lost my heartNow it's all I feel, it's all I feelIt's all I feel, it's all I feel"&lt;br /&gt;Ray J- All I Feel&lt;br /&gt;Well umm feelings. Love. They suck. I can now admit that i am an emotional cripple. And I'm okay with that. After going threw everything I have bn threw wit this person its better that way. No need to mention names I'm sure u all kno who it is. No need to be redundant. I'll mettion them only as BM. Now i was good. Not at first, even i'll admit that. April 8th 2008 is wen it offially ended. I was goin threw it yall. i mean crying myself to sleep er night. and i always said i would cry over nobody damn. i loved that person. still do. will do anything n the world em. around june i bounced back had a little rebound affair {FS}. but that didnt work out. y??? cuz i left them to be wit BM. the BM changed their mind. I'm not ready they said. Fuck. so around july i', jus playin my cards right not lookin jus doin me. den end of july come and i go threw it again. but august rolls around and i think shit n a cpl weeks ima b off to college. and nun of it will matter anymore. august cums and i'm light weight talkin to JV. nuttin major. except JV used to like BM. yea i kno crazy right??? but JV said its the past or watever so i let that shit slide. so i leave for college n JV is at the club and BM confronts JV about me. So i'm like why is BM worried bout wat the fuck im doin??? den BM tells me i still love u and u have my heart n a way i cant explain..and my dumb ass is thinkin well maybe we mite get back together.. den BM drops the bomb...biggest shocker of all...BM talks to FS...i about had a heart attack...silly shit...crazy shit...which is where im at right now...i love BM i really do...but i'm begginning to think their doin this shit on purpose...help me out yall!!! this is y i say fuck love...i cant do the feelings shit ever again..now im on my bow wow pt 2...&lt;br /&gt;Damn I Just keep thinking about you I mean I wanna move on but I can't move onIt's like you have some kind of hold on me and I don't Know&lt;br /&gt;But Imma go ahead I'm too attached, my heart won't let me fall back I got it bad, that's what you can call that When I see you in the streets, that's the worse for me Used to love the little things you did, that's what works for me&lt;br /&gt;Bow Wow- Outta my System&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant get it back, butI dont want it back, iRealized that,She dont know how to actNever been a dumb dudeNo im not denseI Just had a slight lackOf common sensePlease dont worry bout me im fine(Please dont worry bout me im fine)Only gonna play the fool one time(Only gonna play the fool one time)Trust me when I sayThat i'll be okGo on girl(Go on girl)Go on girl(Go on girl)Go on girl Ne-Yo- Go On Girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-6237088160123841756?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/6237088160123841756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/foolish-aug-26th-on-myspace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6237088160123841756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/6237088160123841756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/foolish-aug-26th-on-myspace.html' title='Foolish (Aug. 26th  on myspace)'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8869252609398539714.post-2490086931426436571</id><published>2008-09-03T18:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T02:06:20.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>New Blog Stuff</title><content type='html'>Well this is my new blog...Many of you have read my previous works on myspace or what not and thants cool...I will continue to post on both but mostly on here...right now...i am living life to fullest and thankful for everyday...i am n college loving it and tryna get an education...n for more years i will b a teacher...so thats what im workin towars now...a lot of ppl i used to associate with i dnt any more and im fine with that....so thats all for now...keep checking back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check out my websites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/blessedyungdymz"&gt;www.myspace.com/blessedyungdymz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bfears12.weebly.com/"&gt;www.bfears12.weebly.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8869252609398539714-2490086931426436571?l=bf3ars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/feeds/2490086931426436571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-blog-stuff.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2490086931426436571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8869252609398539714/posts/default/2490086931426436571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bf3ars.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-blog-stuff.html' title='New Blog Stuff'/><author><name>bfears</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08212163395362127137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qwpz_-_pWX4/S4oKf0rNMcI/AAAAAAAAAHg/5xnggsJWrJQ/S220/Picture0127.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
