<?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-3062055488861425311</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:41:08.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cold Knowledge</title><subtitle type='html'>.. Either you feel me .. or you don't

-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-1155140732127954382</id><published>2011-08-12T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T01:36:31.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants &amp; Raves VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mixtapemaestro.net/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/jay-z.jpg" style="-webkit-user-select: none; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[ Even righteous minds go through this .. ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Intro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Thank you, thank you, thank you, please hold your applause for I applied logic, keys, keys open doors ..]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I’m not even going to lie, this is about to be the longest blog, letter, message, tweet, whatever you want to call it, that I’ve ever written. Mainly because I have so much to get off my chest. First and foremost let me clear something up, I don’t write blogs to seek attention or anything of that nature, I write them to get feelings off my chest. I write because my stories can help those who have either been through the same situation that I’ve already been through and in, and can hopefully deter them from making some brash decisions. Cause trust me I know there’s only one man that can ever judge me, and I’ll never change for anyone or anything, so &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[I’ma follow the rules, no matter how much time I’ma get, I’ma live and die with the decisions that I’ma pick.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Cause I realized a long time ago that I have one life to live, and if I worry about what one person thinks of me or what another person thinks I should do, then I’m going to be one of those brainless dudes that walks around jumping on every snapback and crazy ass dance that comes about every so few seasons. Everyone who knows me, knows I’m not that guy, in any sense of the phrase. &amp;amp; everyone knows that I don’t think I’m better than anyone else on this planet. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Heaven knows that I made my mistakes, that God, what a guy, as I say my grace]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. My last post Rant &amp;amp; Rave V was just an overview, or a cop out for some if you will. I didn’t want to throw too many situations out there, nor name drop, I mean I’m not going to name drop still, but that’s because I’m being very nice after I calmed down. But since people want to come at me sideways still, I’ll address everything one last time and leave it at that. Honestly I have bigger things to worry about cause &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[I’m about my paper, 24/7, 365, 366 in a leap year ..]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &amp;amp; I’m all about snatching my babe up and proving to her that everything she believes I am is true. But anyways, without further hesitation, let’s get started shall we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Home:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I don’t honestly even know why this is a issue. I don’t live in Florence, SC anymore. I won’t ever live there again. Yea that’s home, but things change, times change, and people change. I’ve grown up and moved on, but apparently a certain dude I thought was a homie is going around throwing shots at me just to get in with some girl that he THINKS I still talk to. Well homie is sadly mistaken because I haven’t seen old girl since 2006. That’s five years ago my dude, five. Just in case you don’t know what that means, it means I have no use for her in that sense. Hell I didn’t even want her back then, we were just friends. So if you will please keep my name out your mouth, cause you know more people like me than you because your personality is like that of fuckin humus and I’m ketchup and what not. Man I tell you &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Niggas is brainless to unnecessarily go through these changes]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. But to my homie that I considered a homie, we aint cool like that because &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Niggas wasn’t playin they day role, so we parted ways like Ben &amp;amp; J-Lo].&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; It’s sad to say that, but it’s true man. Get together homie, you need to be worrying about how you’re going to take care of that little one instead of trying to bad mouth another man for no ass you aint gettin. That shit is crazy to me and it don’t even make sense. But like I said, I don’t live in Florence, SC anymore, I left and moved on with my life. You should think about doing the same if you don’t want to end up like some old bum on the corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; to that big nigga that I kick it with, get your shit together brother, you got a degree, use that shit for something, anything, stop looking to take these easy ass side jobs and what not. The moves are out there to be made man. Make them shits for real, stop talking about it and be about it. Cause I’m hearing too much from you the same old line, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[I’m not afraid of dyin, I’m afraid of not tryin’, everyday hit every wave like I’m Hawaiian].&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; You’re my family, so I can be honest, you pissin me off chillin at home doing the same old shit, and the rest of the fellas feel that way too. So come on man, turn over a new leaf and get with the program, we aren’t getting any younger!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To that skinny nigga who is always sending his dick to females in them little ass text messages. Stop my dude, that shit doesn’t work anymore, well maybe they do on them young ass girls you still pray on. WE are turning 25 this year, how about you change your life and get it together like I am. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[&amp;amp; really the fact is, we not in the same bracket, not in the same league, don’t shoot at the same baskets, don’t pay the same taxes, hang with the same bitches, so how am I in the way, what is it that I’m missin? Nigga I been missin, Nigga I been gone, the shit that you just witnessin’, I been on ..] &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Remember that ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.. &amp;amp; to that light skin nigga not taking care of his baby and moochin off that chick who me and the two other homies passed up cause she was a booper but you wifed her .. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[What!? You broke .. fuck you gon tell me?]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Employer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Too many rough mother fuckers, I got my suspicion that you’re just fish in a pool of sharks nigga]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. This is exactly how I feel about these army cats. They say and preach one thing and do another. I found about five real dudes since I’ve been at Fort Bragg, That’s why I distance myself from these fools. Especially at this unit, correction, this company. It seems like all they want to do is talk about each other behind each other’s back and then smile in faces like it’s all cool. They want to be your friend one minute, but drag you down the next because you’re doing better than them. But ya’ll know me, I could give a fuck less what these people think about me. I don’t fake or front shit, if I don’t fuck with you, I’ll give you the greeting of the day and keep it like that. I don’t want to be your friend, I don’t want to go play ball with you, hell I don’t even want to see you, because I know you’re a rat ass dude who talks shit like a female. Which is a shame, but I guess since &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Other niggas aint in the game, so they practice hate .. ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; And these females, lie to your face as well &amp;amp; talk shit about the next person, but won’t check themselves. I think that’s the root of the problem. They know I’ve hit the pinnacle of self thought and in their little ass minds they can’t comprehend why I act like I act. Well it’s called being grown, most of the people that don’t make it in the army and stay the same rank for forever and a day is because they can’t get their mind over that hump. And that’s all cool, I just ask that you leave me be, but &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[You don’t have to if you don’t want, but don’t say I didn’t warn you]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Life is for livin, not living uptight .. ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Women &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The fundamental problem that I have with women &amp;amp; girls alike is that I'm way too nice. But I can honestly say that I’m off &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[I got a main chick, a mistress and a young bitch ..]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; kind of lifestyle. Because I found out the hard way that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Too many bitches wanna be ladies, so if you a hoe, I'ma call you a hoe, too many bitches is shady]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. I thought I saw it all when I was broke, but since a nigga got benefits, they want to treat me different. And I’ve heard it multiple times, that exact line from their mouth. That’s why I don’t even associate myself with a bunch of women like that. I mean yea I flirt on twitter, but that’s it, I don’t give a fuck when I get off that joint. I got a life to live. But it do piss me off when &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Too many ladies give these niggas too many chances .. too many brothers wanna be lovers don't know what romance is]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. So these niggas beat and then get a girl preggo because they spitting that hot garbage ass game in your ear, now you’re preggo, how about you stop listening to that dude and find you a man that’s going to hold you down when it gets rough. I swear some of you girls got birds for brains if you let some “thug”’ that you needed to love all on you is going to be there when you get preggo, he’s a thug you dumb hoe, that means he don’t give a shit about you and the seed he created. Smarten up ladies, please do before this cycle continues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.. to that girl that called me manipulative &amp;amp; a liar, just know that&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; [If I can’t live by word, then I’d rather much die]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. But I know you ain’t mean that, I just know you were hurt that you had to find out that I was off you. You seriously thought I was going to wait on you to come around? Yea, ok. I mean you’re a relatively young one. You have time to get it together. Oh yea, you’re welcome for that letter. I meant what I wrote, you just couldn’t handle it. But like I said, it’s all love, I’ll be here for you, cause you’re going to need all the good men you know to break out those bad ass habits that you got.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To the most recent ex, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Finally, my time’s too short to share, and to ask her now, it aint fair, so yea .. she lost one]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, that statement says it all, good luck on your new relationship, hope you learned from all the mistakes you made with me and actually make it in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[See I got demons in my past, so I got daughters on the way. If the prophecies correct, then the child should have to pay, for the sins of the father, so I barter my tomorrow’s against my yesterdays in hopes that she’ll be ok , &amp;amp; when I’m no longer here, they shade her face from the glare, I give up my share of ..]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; To my babe, my boo, my dear, my honey, my motivator, my girlfriend. I’m going to do right by you, I’m not going to say a whole lot to you, because we’re going to have a little talk, but ‘ I tell these dudes out here on a daily basis that &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[In fact I got a joint to knock your points of]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. They brag and boast all the time about the girls that they bag and how they skin all these cats. &amp;amp; they look at me like what hoes do I have, I tell them none, I tell them I have a woman that fell in love with me, and I love her so, and that automatically makes you the best thing out there, period. I told them it’s no competition, cause I’m not competing. I’m the real winner cause I know that you look for me daily to send you that good morning text, or that good night text, or that I want to see how you’re doing text. I’m a winner cause I know I got you. I’m just trying to go all out for you. I’m not going to lie, its actually hard to know what to do, when I actually want to try. Before I just did it cause it was second nature. But every move has to be perfect for you, every single one. I want it so that when you’re sitting at work or in class, you just think to yourself and then go, dang, this man really loves me. That’s my goal, for you to just know how I feel. So that day, many, many, many, many, years from now when we have that daughter, she will definitely be a product of two people that will love and spoil her. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[So til she’s here, &amp;amp; she’s declared, the heir, I will prepare, a blueprint for you to print, a map for you to get back, a guide for your eyes just so you won’t lose scent .. ]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;[ And all you other cats throwin shots at Jigga .. you only get half a bar .. fuck ya’ll niggas ]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This post was inspired by good friend Tiff .. go check out her blog at &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;http://dolcezzasweet.blogspot.com/&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/3062055488861425311-1155140732127954382?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/1155140732127954382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=1155140732127954382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/1155140732127954382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/1155140732127954382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2011/08/rant-rave-vi.html' title='Rants &amp; Raves VI'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-4480273842297046264</id><published>2011-08-09T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T05:27:44.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants &amp; Raves V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://atrilli.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/03/jeezy.jpg" style="-webkit-user-select: none" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I'm goin in, fuck it, I'm goin in,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;I was just about to take off the top, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;let us begin ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Intro ..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm back after almost a year's hiatus from writing. Why such the long wait you ask? Mainly it's because I spent the better half of 2010 in training and being up for 19hrs a day, then I got to Fort Bragg and I spent the better part of 12hrs a day at work. So needless to say, I've been busy, real busy. Now that's not going without saying that there hasn't been a lot going on in my life, cause there has. There has been a couple of new women, dealing with a particular ex still &amp;amp; transitioning into the real world. So what better way to come back than to hit you with version five of the postings that everyone pays attention to, Rants &amp;amp; Raves V. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;For those of you that don't know about my Rants &amp;amp; Raves series, it usually just talks shit and almost names names. It's as honest and clean cut about my life as it can get. And the reason why people usually like it is because they can either relate, or they know who the hell I'm talking about, either way, it's something for all to read. So without further ado ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sports :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This whole nonsense with the lockouts is annoying and also retarded. While owners and players duke it out on who's going to make more money, (which players should because they're the ones playing and laying their bodies on the line, but that's another debate for another time), the real losers of these situations aren't the fans, it's actually the workers. It's the guys who buff the floor, and cut the grass. Who sell popcorn and hand out tickets. Who sit outside in ice cold parking lots directing traffic. It's been well documented that the layoffs have been high for both NFL and NBA. It also pains me to see players having to take out ''loans" to keep up with bills. I mean come on, I think the lowest contract you can get is for 500, 000. I do not feel a drop of sorrow or pity for those guys that go out and spend all their money on things that aren't needed. But any who, kudos to the NFL for getting their stuff together, now as for the NBA, there is a ton of optimism going around that there won't even be a season. Good job guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Music :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;J. Cole is the shit, The Weeknd is the shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lil Wayne &amp;amp; Drake I'm starting to get tired of hearing from. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;With Jay-Z &amp;amp; Kanye West dropping that new &lt;i&gt;Watch The throne&lt;/i&gt; CD. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lil B was surprisingly good, while DJ Khaled CD was a DJ Khaled CD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm waiting on the new Game &amp;amp; Pastor Troy CD's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Lloyd's King of Hearts was a good CD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Like it or not, Rick Ross is that dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I hate Kelly Rowland's motivation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I heard Beyonce was a success, cause all the women are blasting her music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&amp;amp; Odd Future troubles my soul ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Army :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boy oh boy, my good old employer. My status right now is that I'm a deployed solider in Southwest Asia, beyond that i can't say anymore for security purposes and safety, but I can tell you that it sucked leaving to come over here. But it has to be done, someone has to do it. But boy this whole thing has kicked my ass the whole year and a half I've been in. I started off at Fort Knox in Kentucky, then I went to Fort Lee in Virginia, my next stop was Fort Benning, Then I ended up at Fort Knox as my first duty station. So needless to say, I've been to three of the hardest bases to be at in the first year and a half of my Army career. But it's all been a good experience though. I found out a lot about myself in the process. But all in all sometimes I feel as though the army is for me, other times I feel as tho I need to get the hell out and live my life. Especially after living this deployed life. But hey it is what it is. So we'll see where that goes from there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Oh yea, what's with everyone having sex with everyone here, this is starting to remind me of a bridge that is between high school and college.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My Relationship :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now just where do I begin with this one. I think I have to drop names on this one. But let me state first that I am indeed single, but not really single. As of right now I'm aggressively going after this beautiful, intelligently nonchalant woman who shall not be named. I wanted to do it different this time. Like 360. No one is going to know about her, and I don't want anyone giving their opinions about what's going on with us, cause it doesn't really matter. I've known her for some odd number of years, so I know enough about her to make her apart of my life. I'm taking my sweet ass time getting to know her too, no need to rush the stroke. But that is my babe, my boo, my honey, my honey bun, my dear and anything else applicable. I spoil her with flowers and good morning texts. I randomly tell her that she is beautiful and make people jealous to be her. She doesn't even know how many messages I get on twitter about how women want a guy to do the things I do for her. It's just what I do, make her feel special because she is to me. She isn't the typical girl, she's the complete opposite of what I usually go for. So that's all that's going to be said about her and I.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Side note]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; dated this spanish girl this time last year, yea she got crazy, real fast. She was half mexican and half puerto rican. Yea, I did it to myself lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Slander :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now the one chick who decided she wanted to attack my character and make me feel bad. Hmm what do I say about you. I mean you're a cool chick, a cool person. I have no ill will or hard feelings towards you. I stopped talking to you because you didn't have the time, or as so it seems, nor are you ready for a commitment. Which is sad because there are so many women out there that are looking for a man like me that you had to throw it away. Which is fine, we all need to learn at one point. I really do hope you find that man that you need and what you're looking for, because I know it's not me. But don't ever get it twisted or the situation misconstrued, attacking my character is not going to hurt my feelings, nor validate the nonsense you said. Everyone and their mama knows that I'm a good hearted man. It's been repeated so many times since I've been deployed that I know it's not just me thinking it. When I go after a woman, I go after them, and that was too much for you too soon, I get that. And you're right, I'm not going to wait around. I'm not going to give my time and effort to you, only for you to not give it any effort, and no you didn't give any effort, maybe to finding some weed or drinks or a party, but not to me. But like all the holy one's say, God Bless to you mam, I really do hope you have a good life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And to my EX, yea you messed up, yea I did the right thing by not stooping to your level and feeding into your drama producing brain. And now many many many months later, you're back, trying to be nice. Well I'll be nice to you, because that's what God wants me to do, but at the same time, you're still trifling and ignorant as hell for what you did. So there's a big fat fuck you in there somewhere. But the God in me won't allow such harsh words to come out. But rather a nice peaceful resolution. But I also wish you well and hope you have a good life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Think I said what I had to say, I mean it could've been more in depth, but I'm all about not giving a fuck these days, so I'll say all that and my peace, and just move on with my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I miss my family, I miss my friends, I miss Raleigh &amp;amp; I miss South Carolina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Until next time ..&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/3062055488861425311-4480273842297046264?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/4480273842297046264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=4480273842297046264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/4480273842297046264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/4480273842297046264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2011/08/rants-raves-v.html' title='Rants &amp; Raves V'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-7595687631913981846</id><published>2010-09-03T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T16:18:05.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pause --&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/music/Joe+Budden/+images/429165" title="Next Image"&gt;                                                            &lt;img style="width: 415px; height: 338px;" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/500/4707825/Joe+Budden.jpg" /&gt;                                                     &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I'm depressed lately&lt;br /&gt;But nobody understands&lt;br /&gt;That I'm depressed lately&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorta feeling repressed lately&lt;br /&gt;So ya'll been hearin and seein me less lately&lt;br /&gt;Like does anyone notice the re crest lately&lt;br /&gt;Look deep nigga don't I seem stressed lately&lt;br /&gt;Seem disturbed a lotta regrets lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Joe Budden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Now Playing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do It Alone - Kid Cudi&lt;br /&gt;2. Man On The Moon&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/3062055488861425311-7595687631913981846?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/7595687631913981846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=7595687631913981846' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/7595687631913981846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/7595687631913981846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2010/09/pause.html' title='Pause --&gt;'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-6526494903552094644</id><published>2010-08-20T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T06:57:56.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt; I Never Came Back ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out; width: 344px; height: 258px;" alt="http://hiphop-n-more.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/kid-cudi-o2.jpg" src="http://hiphop-n-more.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/kid-cudi-o2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;A hero to save the world, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;a hero with no girl or no family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;just sacrifice and some friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And struggle is the enemy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What can I say? I'm back .. but then again I'm not ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already know by the end of this people will chalk this up to being a bitter blog and say I'm just going through one of my fits, but it's much more than just that. I'd advise you not to take this for face value, cause if you do, it will hurt more later down the road. Take heed into every word that is being said, and if you do, then maybe your common sense &amp;amp; rationality will let you understand where I am in life and what I'm going through and why I'm at this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be the first to tell you that I'm a very bitter &amp;amp; distant person now. I dislike so many people in my life, and I dislike how the majority of it is going. I have no sanity &amp;amp; I have no more patience, the prime virtues that allowed me to get through even my roughest &amp;amp; toughest of days. I'm not even nice anymore, I just give the proper curtsy, only simply because that's what even person deserves until proven otherwise. I just despise doing anything nice for other people. I want to be selfish, I want it all for me, myself and I. I take that back, there are people and friends that actually cared and kept up with me, but I could count them on my hands, and I would still have four fingers I could use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here to do the same things I did before, that's why I joined the army in the first place, to change what I'm doing with my life and more importantly, change who the fuck I am. I joined to get away from the people that caused all this pain in my life. And it wasn't people that did things wrong, it was my friends who had behaviors that just irked me because they did shit to annoy me. But I didn't say anything because I'm there friend. I became way too passive. I let others do what they wanted to do, and even worse, I encouraged it. I wasn't a good friend or family member.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all that stops as of today, anything that annoys me, I'm speaking on, anything that pisses me off, I'm speaking on. I don't give a flying fuck if it cost me friendships or potential girlfriends. Cause you get offended enough to leave, then you weren't a friend in the first place. I'm in no way shape or form saying that I'm better than anyone or think that I am, I'm just going to set you straight so that I feel better in MY life, I don't give a damn what you do when you're not around me or talking to me, cause that's not, but while you're with me, there's certain stuff I don't want around me. &amp;amp; like I said, if you don't like it, you can leave me the hell alone. Just being honest &amp;amp; real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; on the topic of who I talk to, well there is no topic, cause there is no one. No one on my mind, no one of interest, no one period. I'm tired of boring conversations, I'm tired of the one word text messages, I'm tired of having to say ignorant shit just to seem interesting. I'm tired of trying and either not getting the results I want, or not getting anything at all. I find it complete and utter bullshit that a guy like me, has to break an arm and a leg just to get some kind of attention. I'm not with it anymore. I'm fuckin done, like the level of anger that I feel for my time being wasted that much is ridiculous, so go back to your hood rat baby daddy, those not having job dudes, and those lame asses who still look like a Dem Franchise Boy member. I'm not one, nor do I want a girl that is interested in that kind of guy. I'm taking all that nice shit I use to do away, no more texts checking up on you, no more good morning and good night texts, no more efforts to call you, none of that shit. My time is valuable, I work too damn much just to waste my free time on nothing. That's not how it's going down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sad truth of this is that no one will really read this and then just start assuming stuff about me when they go and try and talk to me and they don't get the same reaction that they always did. I don't care about what you have, how much money is in your bank account, or what the hell you look like. That shit doesn't do anything for me, doesn't pay my bills or get my dick hard. I don't want your money or you pussy. I want my money, and my things. Honestly I just want tot be left the hell alone. Just the thought of what's going on with the people around me just irritates the shit out of me. There's so much that I can say, but I'm not going to, I'm just going to leave it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll just bump my Kid Cudi out my iPhone &amp;amp; I'll just sit in my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause that's all I need ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062055488861425311-6526494903552094644?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/6526494903552094644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=6526494903552094644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/6526494903552094644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/6526494903552094644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-never-came-back.html' title='&gt;&gt; I Never Came Back ..'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-9040406333899734931</id><published>2009-12-09T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T11:12:40.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.. The Good Guy Complex</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;There is a reason that good guys exist in few numbers in the world. The good guys, sad to say, like dinosaurs, are slowly becoming instinct. There is no room for them anymore. The world has become a place enthralled with dreams of being millionaires and being reality TV stars. Where war profiteering is at an all time high, and everyone is just lost. So who pays when women think only about financial stability and goals of being independent? The good guys that's who. The good guys are always the ones who catch the tail end of problems, they feel the wrath and anger of a woman scorned by a boy, not a man, a boy who couldn't handle the responsibility of caring, nurturing and supporting a woman's growth an individual. The good guys are left to try and salvage and pick up the pieces to a broken spirit where all hope is lost and replaced by anger and vengeance. But of course what is one of the strong suits of a good guy's personality? It's the fact that he practices, preaches, and teaches patience. The Good guys eat it, sleep it, and pisses patience each and everyday. They understand the situation, they get what goes on in the mind of a broken woman's mind. They know it's hard work to repair any woman's trust in the male race. The good guy doesn't believe in logic or reasonable approaches to relationships, they believe in fairy tales, luck and love. That's what drives them to be who they are. The fact that they don't believe in hopeless romanticism but rather in actual love scenes created in real life show's that they are worth something worth being held on. Because think about it .. all those love scenes from movies had to come from somewhere, and at some point during the history of the world, it's happened at least once somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how much can a good guy take? How much can he endure before he says enough is enough and that he believes that he's being treated unfairly because of other situations that weren't in his control? Good guys are thinkers, so when they think about what wrong doing has been done to them for no apparent reason, they get the feeling of sadness, they cry, oh yea, good guys cry out of frustration of love, and they try their best to get their mind over the humps and bumps of disappointment.  What else is a good guy to do when they're constantly rejected and denied because they did all the right things, and tried to break through the mold only to hear: "Oh you look like my ex", "Remind me of my ex in tendencies", or my favorite "You're just like all men, you will cheat, there is no such thing as a nice guy anymore". It's that type of bitterness and resentment that kills good guys will and determination, slowly, but surely. But the thing about good guys, they're not creatures of habit, they're creatures of will. They know the population of earth is some billions on people, so they know its hard to see past the general consensus of things. At the end of the day, the one thing that keeps a good guy honest, and that keeps a guy going, is the one thing that you never thought existed, Love, and when women finally realized what they've done, it's usually too late, because while you're trying to say sorry and that you made a mistake, he's already moved on to a woman that deserved to be with them more because they didn't punish them for others mistakes. And at that point you realize what a good guy is: a honest, hard working, fairy tale believing, smart man, who won't be derailed in finding his one woman that makes him feel like a million bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I know .. because I feel like two million bucks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062055488861425311-9040406333899734931?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/9040406333899734931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=9040406333899734931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/9040406333899734931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/9040406333899734931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-guy-complex.html' title='.. The Good Guy Complex'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-1268929876269725333</id><published>2009-11-18T10:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T12:55:31.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking [[ LOUDLY ]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-in; width: 359px; height: 268px;" alt="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/3100000/Lady-Gaga-Wallpaper-lady-gaga-3118356-1024-768.jpg" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/3100000/Lady-Gaga-Wallpaper-lady-gaga-3118356-1024-768.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;"I don't really give a fuck at the end of the day."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt; .. I don't really have anything to talk about .. I just wanted to show my face since some people feel some kind of way about me disappearing on them. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sooooo&lt;/span&gt; let's see here .. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Umm&lt;/span&gt; what do you need to know about my whereabouts .. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;oo&lt;/span&gt; that's right .. NOTHING! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; I'm just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coolin&lt;/span&gt; man that's all you need to know about where I've been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; .. but I have been expanding my musical selections. If I actually had my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cpu&lt;/span&gt; .. I could give the link to my last.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;fm&lt;/span&gt; page and you would see how all over the place I am right now .. BUT! I'll just give you some names and songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Lady Gaga - Bad Romance, Monster &amp;amp; Paparazzi. [Ok .. so sue me for listening to her in the first place .. I just vibe with all kinds of music .. I thought that was a good thing lol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Taylor Swift - Those songs on the radio [Idk what the hell they are .. but I like them and there little hooks lol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Miley Cyrus - Party In The U.S.A [Hmmmm .. and the Jay-Z song was on .. lmao]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Rihanna - Rated R [I usually don't do this with CDs I just started listening to .. bu the first couple of tracks really grab my attention .. I guess all the hype around her and Chris is really going to pay off for her .. I just hope Chris' CD doesn't reflect that damn song he has out now .. smh lol]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Wale - Attention Deficit [I'm not going to down the man like everyone else loves to do .. I actually liked the CD .. minus that one Gucci Mane song .. where it had that Go-Go beat .. and well .. Gucci Mane on it .. smh .. lol .. but other than that .. the CD is pretty decent .. so I'm going to recommend it to the masses]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhh it feels rather good to finally build up my iTunes library on my own CPU .. and that it's going to be pretty deep with songs and what not .. but I'm looking forward to December 13th for the simple fact Alicia Keys and Lupe are suppose to be dropping .. but for now .. I'll survive with my music I have now lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hmmm other than that .. it's about that time that everybody makes those silly status' on facebook talking about how much they need to find love and this and that .. which kind of sickens me to a degree .. but hey .. that's them .. and it gets rather old to see that same trend of saying they want somebody to chill with during those cold nights .. where as they NEED someone to chill with so they dont feel all depressed and lonely and cold .. ahhhh the joys of being single lol&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/3062055488861425311-1268929876269725333?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/1268929876269725333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=1268929876269725333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/1268929876269725333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/1268929876269725333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2009/11/thinking-loudly.html' title='Thinking [[ LOUDLY ]]'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-6792937970780218955</id><published>2009-11-07T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T21:39:47.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants &amp; Raves IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 391px; height: 260px;" alt="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/3771769/Kid+Cudi+cudi.jpg" src="http://userserve-ak.last.fm/serve/_/3771769/Kid+Cudi+cudi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;In my mind, it sounds like Ooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When I'm gone, it feels like Ooooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When I'm zoned, I'm feelin' alright,&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' alright, I'm feelin' alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When I'm zoned, I'm feelin' alright, I'm feelin' alright,&lt;br /&gt;I forget about it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;First things first .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Today they passed the Health Care Reform Bill. Hmm now I rarely .. and I mean rarely let my feelings towards politics be known. But I honestly say I'm not on the fence on this one. The whole idea of Democracy in the United States of America is a very vague concept. It's suppose to be the land of the free, where everyone gets a fair chance to succeed and excel at what they do best and make an honest living as long as its not harmful to others [some will debate smoking, drinking, and certain food concepts to be dangerous .. but we'll get into that later] .. but instead it's a land where the rich basically feed off the poor .. pharmaceutical companies make more money by charging 200 times what it actually costs for pills and the new problem of cheap labor being taken over by people not from this country. Now while I say all this .. it is at the same time to go without saying that we are masters of our own problems .. and we choose to go along with the current recession by excess spending, ignorance to the rest of the world, a terrible attitude when it comes to thinking about ourselves against the rest of the world, poor poor education systems everywhere .. and might i add .. the way we eat causes health problems, so therefore drug companies are going to get paid simply because we as the people .. allowed them to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a firm believer in .. if you make a problem or presented with one .. then you can handle it. But Americans have this amazing ability to complain about any and everything. No one is happy with anything these days and everything is basically going to shits because we can't agree on something as simple as a child's education. Hmmm I can't sit her and fully say that I dislike Republican's .. but they do strike a nerve .. [damn Joe Wilson .. smh] .. but hey .. at this rate .. I'll be either a Canadian, English, or Australian citizen towards the later years of my life. Cause American .. is clearly going to shits &amp;amp; it's all our faults. But I'm hoping not .. I voted for Obama because he talked a good game since 2004 .. hopefully he'll do me justice lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Facebook &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm seriously about to delete all the people that can't spell or do the shit on purpose .. things like: YU .. boii .. or we mutha fckkin dawqqq .. asx .. man just kill yourself .. talking like that is never cool .. show's two things .. you're a slave to trends and you're playing into the hands of not being educated. Shit is just just annoying .. and you still have black barbie in your name .. smh .. kids these days .. no sense on self direction or where they want to go. And it's girls at that .. you're suppose to be paving the way for most men to want to do right .. if you lose all sense of direction .. then what the hell do we have to look forward too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Music &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rihanna and Chris Brown .. please kill yourselves .. that is all. Well no it's not .. I just want to say .. I tuned in like 40 mins late to that Rihanna interview .. that's just one more instance of ignorance .. She didn't know what the hell she was saying .. but she did dump on Chris Breezy .. smh .. Chris should've spoke his mind. But then again .. it's all apart about what's happen .. a long drawn out public feud .. ooo wait .. don't they have albums coming out? .. yea .. like I thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KiD CuDi is still going hard by the way .. plays this week total 92 .. I would've cracked 100+ if I didn't have my Jay-Z [83] &amp;amp; Lil Wayne [34] moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Love is a bitch .. It's not how I envisioned it to be .. I'm like FUCK! lol .. that's all I can say about it right now .. FUCK! lol .. I thought it was suppose to be easier .. but .. sigh .. if it was .. everyone would be in it and happy .. getting laid or something .. smh .. guess this is the price I pay for happiness .. God definitely has a sense of humor right now. But it's all cool I suppose .. she's worth the trouble .. more than I can say about others who are reading this right now from my past .. smh .. I wouldn't trade a 100 of you guys for one of her .. hope you realize that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062055488861425311-6792937970780218955?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/6792937970780218955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=6792937970780218955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/6792937970780218955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/6792937970780218955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2009/11/rants-raves-iv.html' title='Rants &amp; Raves IV'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-4341559640746862556</id><published>2009-11-05T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T09:43:43.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rants &amp; Raves III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="width: 341px; height: 254px;" alt="http://www.student.virginia.edu/~programs/images/common.jpg" src="http://www.student.virginia.edu/%7Eprograms/images/common.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"If I don'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;t like it, I don't like&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; it, that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; mean that I'm hating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="s"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Fashion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wigs And Tracks&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sigh .. I saw a debate about which one is better? Umm personally I don't like something that can be snatched off .. or where if I run my fingers through it feels like a football. BUT! I do realize that most girls need something for that hair because it doesn't grow .. so .. I would prefer tracks .. I mean personally wigs just scare the fuck out of me .. lol But I mean idk .. its all just like .. blah to me .. and kind of creepy lol&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm a little mad that everybody is just now getting tired of the whole Minaj, Barbie, Lewinsky and all those other silly ass names .. smh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;[Side note: Nikki Minaj voice annoys the hell out of me]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Ceilings &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Is kind of lame .. yeaa I said it. Go pick up KiD CuDi's album .. it's well worth the listen and the money .. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone please tell Rihanna to shut up .. It's the oldest trick in the book .. new album about to come out .. let's create some buzz .. so what does she do .. drag out this her and Chris Brown tired story. Those of us with a brain automatically this is some sort of marketing scheme designed from the minds of both parties cause .. well .. both parties have albums coming out .. but smh .. it's so sad .. I was looking forward to expanding my musical taste with the both of them .. but i i don't know if i can stomach it ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of foolishness .. But this whole Jay-Z thing and his subliminal messages .. man I saw the evidence .. and I take it for what it is .. a smart man playing up your emotions. Jay-Z is a very smart guy .. he's prob. just playing with your minds .. but Jay-Z is the only person that knows what he's actually talking about .. so until he admits it or he slips and says something to make me believe otherwise .. I'll just reserve that question for when I meet the big man in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok .. Is it me or is it me or do people seem to float more towards people that are in relationships. Like I use my relationship as a tool to build FRIENDSHIPS .. but some girls just take it too far. And dudes are worse .. they will come at a girl harder because she has a boyfriend. Which in today's world cause about 80.5% of the problems in relationships cause guys have evil intentions .. and the when the girl goes somewhere like a club or house party .. she has a few drinks and then its oo i danced with him and he felt me up .. but we're just friends so don't worry about it .. ummm yeaaa .. you're clearly a dumb ass for believing that .. but hey some people are just dumb in relationships these days, and with everything in a relationship being available to a person .. what's the purpose of staying in one? Life is being lived too fast .. and people are thinking about the moment too much rather than what's down the line. Smh .. sigh .. I guess some people can't handle the pressures of other people coming at them just because they're in a relationship. Is it an age thing or is it simply a mental thing? I don't really know .. but either way .. when people realize what they have .. it will be too damn late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND that in turn creates exes .. and people you use to mess around with. They see you're happy with someone .. so they try to float in and give your relationship hell .. and why should they care .. they're not the one's in the relationship. It happens in all relationships .. all the exes and past flings will throw and everything at the relationship to make it not work, and then it usually doesn't because the other person misses the single life which in turn proves the fact that the relationship was never bound to work in the first place. And that in turn will go on for who knows how long til you're all rusty and in your 30's or something and then you regret not trying to make it when you had the chance. But hey .. that's the circle of life we live in today .. everybody wants the quick fix .. no one wants the long road with curves and bridges to ultimately get to their destination .. and those of us willing to drive always end up waiting outside the house we want til we get tired of sitting there or we just end up driving down the long road hoping for a hitch hiker that doesn't come and kill us and that is worth the chance of taking on .. ahh life .. you got to love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062055488861425311-4341559640746862556?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/4341559640746862556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=4341559640746862556' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/4341559640746862556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/4341559640746862556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2009/11/rants-raves-iii.html' title='Rants &amp; Raves III'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-8791323781883532032</id><published>2009-10-26T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T12:08:15.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Testimony To Love ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hmm ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;What is love .. love is love .. people think they have a grasp what it is .. and they think they know what it is. But they really don't. Love is so hard to explain .. so hard to think or imagine what it is ..and so hard to believe in. I've come to learn that .. time and time again. Whether it be with my parents, with friends, or with past girlfriends. But I've been through enough heartache, pain and misery to know this, Love cannot be seen, heard, or explained. Love is .. well love is love .. and you can only feel it. Love is an emotion so bound by your senses and morals, that it simply is that complex. People say relationships can't last on love by itself .. I say that's the most redundant statement ever. You say ooo relationships are good where communications are great, honesty is great, commitment is there, well frankly what people don't realize is that Love is the driving force behind all of that .. when communication is great, it's because you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; to talk to the person, when honesty is great, it's because you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; being honest, even if it means telling some bad stuff, and when commitment is there, it's because you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; to be with that person and only that person. Love is any and everything .. it's all you need. I'm tired of hearing stories where people say "Oh I loved them so much that I let them leave so I could get head or have sex with this girl .. blah blah blah" that's the most asinine thing I've ever heard in my life. I've come to the conclusion people in my age range [18-25] is all confused to as what love is &amp;amp; the generation coming up is going to be even worse off. But whatever you think Love is, forget it, because about 95% of you are wrong. If you can't imagine yourself giving someone your all, giving up dreams for them, sacrificing yourself for them, or even killing someone for them .. then it's not love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Love is not perfect by any stretch of the mind. It's faults and failures, heartache and pain, and it's misery. because without those events, how the hell you know how to push, and fight for happiness. How do you know that these are little tests to see if God thinks your meant for a Love like that? There is always sun in the sky, but there's also always the night. But the day get's clouds and the night has the moon and stars. If you can understand the meaning of that statement, then you know what Love means. It's just so hard to explain how I'm feeling right now because I Love this girl so much, it's not even funny. She seriously completes me, like, of course we've had our own problems, and things have happened, but instead of running at the first sign of trouble, I remembered who she was, and what she meant to me. I stuck it out, I grind my teeth, and put my foot down. I refused for her love to leave me. I went against morals, self rules that I had for myself, and most of all, I went against my pride. When I did that very action, I knew she was here to stay. &amp;amp; it's paid off so greatly. I'm dating the most beautiful woman that I've ever met in my life, inside and out. What she show's me, and does for me, is simply amazing. I Love texting to her all day, I Love talking to her all night, I Love to tell her I Love her every single day, I Love her funny little snoring thing, I Love that she she sleeps wild, I Love that she tries to beat me up, I Love that she always keeps me on top of my game, I Love the fact that she knows that I'm trying the best I can with the best that I have, I Love her because she Loves me for who I am. &amp;amp; thank god every single day for making this beautiful woman in his image.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We were two broken people without a sense of direction, that had too many expectations from everyone, but when we found each other, all that went out the window. We both know that we're hear for each other, and each other only. We know at the end of the day, I Love her, and she Love's me. And so what if we've only been together 5 months now, who are you to tell me when I can love, and not love? Who are you to give me some fool hardy system of waiting to see if it's the real deal? Who are you to tell me when I can give my all to a person and not give it to them? You say ooo he's grabbing on to the first person he see's for this or that reason, well you obviously don't know who the fuck I am, I've let people go for the littlest things. I'll tell you this much, the way she looks at me, and I look at her, you can tell we're in Love. The few people that have seen us together have told me that they saw it in our eyes. So just know that at the end of the day, I love DeAndrea S. Newman, she was made for me, and I was made for her. If you have that privilege to be around us, then in that brief moment, you'll know what Love truly is. God Bless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[Side Note: I sat here and listened to Trey Songz - Does She Know a total of 81 times because of her]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062055488861425311-8791323781883532032?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/8791323781883532032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=8791323781883532032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/8791323781883532032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/8791323781883532032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-testimony-to-love.html' title='My Testimony To Love ..'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-2555510430621885932</id><published>2009-10-16T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T17:19:24.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.. Winter Storage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So let me start off by saying ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;MY BAD lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Yea it's been a little while .. I've been running around doing this and that with my life, so I haven't been able to write stuff everyday like my buddy Grace over on &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://nqm-e.blogspot.com/"&gt;Not Quite Millionaires, Est.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [shameless plug lol]. But I want to clear some things up:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;First ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am going to the Army .. and I do leave Jan. 27th. Now all this nonsense about me going over seas and what not .. that is just wow .. I don't know who said it .. but that spread like wildfire. The only truth about me joining the army is the date I'm leaving .. That my basic training is in Kentucky &amp;amp; Virgina. So ummmm .. please stop with all the when are you leaving talk. It's annoying lol But while I do not know where I'm going .. I know where I have a good chance of going too .. So don't worry about little old me .. I'm trying to work on it. But reasons I joined .. well money for school .. you guys don't have to tell me this and that .. and what you think I should or shouldn't do .. I'm one of those people that knows how to make steady decisions .. so just roll with me and write me while I'm away .. I'll appreciate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I am in fact .. ENGAGED .. This might come to a surprise close to the situation .. but I'll fill you in on this much. I'm as happy as I can be in life. It's amazing how many people have something to say .. but they themselves are crying about their relationship life .. smh .. it's funny how people love to complain more than they love to take actions now a days .. and that's exactly what I did .. I took action .. went for my dreams .. and took what I wanted. Of course the situation has its bad points .. but what doesn't? If you see more than what meets the eyes and have the faith and patience to wait for change .. then it's worth taking .. and that's what I did .. took what I wanted .. and she saw that .. and in that moment .. she saw who I was and what I wanted from her .. and more important .. she saw what I needed her to be .. and for that .. she regained my confidence, hope and trust that I lost so long ago with another girl .. of course I have my fears and doubts .. who doesn't have that with anything they do .. but difference with me is that I'm ready to take that step with her .. and I don't plan on failing with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third .. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I've decided that the day before [or sooner] I will post what I call the "Love Manual" that everyone has been bothering me to write over on facebook. I'm going to take my sweet time with it .. cause when it comes out .. It's def. going to be a must read. I'm just a little bummed about not being able to post stuff on here for about half a year .. hopefully that will keep you guys busy while I'm gone. But I will be writing stuff that's on my mind down on the good ol' fashion pen and paper, so expect some major posts after I get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But with those great things being said .. Nothing else comes to mind but:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Music&lt;/span&gt; : I'm getting into Wale, Trey Songz, Mario, Gucci Mane, Drake, Whiz, amongst other people. I'm going to try and broaden my horizon's just a bit. Ooo yea .. KiD CuDi's CD is the shit! lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sports&lt;/span&gt;: Orlando is looking good in the preseason, Carolina is coming off a slow start .. but I believe in them .. &amp;amp; the Yankees are in the ALCS .. so I'm relatively pleased right now overall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;But I think that's it .. I just wanted to update you guys before I post something new. Check back in a day or  two .. I'll have something new for you to read.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062055488861425311-2555510430621885932?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/2555510430621885932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=2555510430621885932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/2555510430621885932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/2555510430621885932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2009/10/winter-storage.html' title='.. Winter Storage'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-407848220083620690</id><published>2009-09-16T02:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T02:28:53.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blah! .. Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;You know sometimes you just sit up and wonder what the hell? Like are you speaking to the choir or are you just speaking to the wind. Are you words being heard or are you just wasting your breath. Relationships are a Pain In The Ass, period. But at the same time, they are the best thing that can ever happen to a person. Sadly enough though .. relationships today are convoluted by the fact that no one wants to settle down, but rather be a pimp or a playa. What happened to the good old days where it was cool to have someone special at a young age, walk around holding hands and cuddling in the park? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SMFH ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; What has the world come to? Like seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But sometimes one is lucky enough to find something worth holding, but once they find that one thing, that's when the real work comes in. They have to get pass the stages of unknown such as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 1. Is this just infatuation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 2. Something that just happened to look good at the time, but is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 3. Was it really a quicky, with the cuddling lasted too long?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; I say you should know the answers to these things around the third to fourth month. Cause in college time let's face it, six months is a year lol. But none the less, if you make it past that point, is your life truely the same? And the answer to that is ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Your life is not the same. Your friends are not the same, the things you did yesterday with your home boys are not the same. Face it, to be in a relationship these days, you have to make significant changes to make a sound relationship last. These changes can include, but not limited to things such as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 1. Stop conversing with people you talked to, dated, fucked, or even looked at with interest. [Face it, what good can come from this, like really, what could possibly come out of a person that you use to mess around with. Friends or no friends, whether they're cool or they're not. The person you're in a relationship with will always have a problem with them as long as they're around. Just stop it for pete's sake!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 2. Clubbing, Drinking, &amp;amp; anything else. [You should come to the relization that none of these things apply to you anymore. Like ok seriously, what's the point of going out to the club with your friends. That's only going to cause more awkward tension when you go back and say, "oo well I was with my friends at the club a little buzzed &amp;amp; I danced with this one guy like three times, blah blah blah." give it a rest. If you're really serious about your significant other. Then you know it's time to hang the club attire up]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 3. Texting &amp;amp; Phone Calls [This goes along the lines of number one. Like seriously, anybody that calls or texts you after 11:30 talking about "What's up?" needs to be put in their places immediately. Like what in the blue hell do you think someone wants at that time of the night, everybody is already in a club somewhere, so they're not calling about that. &amp;amp; they're definetly not calling to talk about homework. Come to your senses, they're not good for the health of your relationship]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 4. The Meetings [There will be a serious of meetings of friends of the person you're invovled with. Just try to be studious and do all the things that you did when you met and attracted the person that you talked to, cause nine times out of ten, the person you talk to, their friends are just like them in some kind of way, so they would probably be the same person a sense.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; 5. Break bad habits [oo geez, this a relationship killer. If you don't know how to move past the bad things that held you back from previous relationships progressing, then you're basically screwed. Cause how can you move forward if you're doing the same thing from the past?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; But then again, how many people make it to this level? And if they make it to this level, how many of them don't screw it up? Relationships today are about as flimsey as a piece of paper in a monsoon. It's either you're balls in, or you're just buying some time with fake I love you's &amp;amp; casual sex. But hey, let's face it, what's the going rate of divorce now a days, 98% .. and that's if you manage to get past the gay and lesbian population and find you a true straight arrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; SMFH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; Relationships are something else ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062055488861425311-407848220083620690?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/407848220083620690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=407848220083620690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/407848220083620690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/407848220083620690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2009/09/blah-relationships.html' title='Blah! .. Relationships'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-7773649592088409093</id><published>2009-08-20T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T09:47:09.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Quiet Storm--&gt;[[Song Ideas For Your Loved One]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: arial;"&gt;Ever get tired of going to Imeem &amp;amp; other music sights and you see a Quiet Storm list &amp;amp; it has some good ones .. but the rest doesn't really make sense. Well to me a quiet storm mix is suppose to be smooth R&amp;amp;B through and through. Not booty shaking or even up tempo R&amp;amp;B. It has to be super slow, hence the name Quiet Storm lol. If you're lost as to what a Quiet Storm list includes, don't fret, I have a list of 130 helpful song ideas to complete your list today. Ones in bold work the best, lol. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dirty Diana - Michael Jackson - Bad&lt;br /&gt;2. Nite &amp;amp; Day - Al B. Sure! - In Effect Mode&lt;br /&gt;3. I Like the Way [The Kissing Game] - Hi-Five - Hi-Five&lt;br /&gt;4. Anniversary - Tony! Toni! Toné! - Sons of Soul&lt;br /&gt;5. Superstar - Usher - Confessions&lt;br /&gt;6. Let's Get It On - Marvin Gaye - #1's&lt;br /&gt;7. Sweet Lady - Tyrese - Tyrese&lt;br /&gt;8. Where I Wanna Be - Donell Jones - Where I Wanna Be&lt;br /&gt;9. Tender Kisses - Tracy Spencer - Make The Difference&lt;br /&gt;10. Missing You - Case - Open Letter&lt;br /&gt;11. Suffocate - J. Holiday - Back Of My Lac'&lt;br /&gt;12. Lately - Tyrese - Tyrese&lt;br /&gt;13. Fortunate - Maxwell - Life&lt;br /&gt;14. My First Love [Feat. Keke Wyatt] - Avant - My Thoughts&lt;br /&gt;15. You - Jesse Powell - Jesse Powell&lt;br /&gt;16. Cupid - 112 - 112&lt;br /&gt;17. Between The Sheets - The Isley Brothers - Between The Sheets&lt;br /&gt;18. I Wanna Know - Joe - My Name Is Joe&lt;br /&gt;19. Butta Love - Next - Rated Next&lt;br /&gt;20. Shorty [Got Her Eyes On Me] - Donell Jones - Where I Wanna Be&lt;br /&gt;21. I Belong To You [Every Time I See Your Face] - Rome - Rome&lt;br /&gt;22. Read Your Mind - Avant - Private Room&lt;br /&gt;23. Let's Chill - Guy - The Future&lt;br /&gt;24. At Your Best [You Are Love] - Aaliyah - Age Ain't Nothing But A Number&lt;br /&gt;25. Never Felt This Way - Alicia Keys - Songs In A Minor&lt;br /&gt;26. Feeling U, Feeling Me - Alicia Keys - The Diary of Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;27. I Care 4 U - Aaliyah - Aaliyah&lt;br /&gt;28. If This World Were Mine - Luther Vandross - Always &amp;amp; Forever: The Classics&lt;br /&gt;29. Say It - Voices of Theory - Voices of Theory&lt;br /&gt;30. I'll Make Love To You - Boyz II Men - II&lt;br /&gt;31.  Promise - Ciara - The Evolution&lt;br /&gt;32. I Gotta Be - Jagged Edge - A Jagged Era&lt;br /&gt;33. Lil More Love [Feat. Jermaine Dupri] - Johnta Austin - Ocean Drive&lt;br /&gt;34. Skin - R. Kelly - Untitled&lt;br /&gt;35. Freaky Sensation - R. Kelly - 12 Play [4th Quarter]&lt;br /&gt;36. Slow Jam [Feat. Monica] - Usher - My Way&lt;br /&gt;37. Number One [Feat. Keri Hilson] - R. Kelly - Untitled&lt;br /&gt;38. Hair Braider - R. Kelly - Untitled&lt;br /&gt;39. Whole Lotta Kisses - R. Kelly - 12 Play [4th Quarter]&lt;br /&gt;40. Customer - Raheem Devaughn - Love Behind The Melody&lt;br /&gt;41. You Already Know - 112 - Pleasure &amp;amp; Pain&lt;br /&gt;42. Can I Take U Home [Feat. Timbaland] - Jamie Foxx - Unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;43. So Anxious - Ginuwine - 100% Ginuwine&lt;br /&gt;44. Uhh Ahh - Boyz II Men - Cooleyhighharmony&lt;br /&gt;45. Nobody [Feat. Athena Cage] - Keith Sweat - Keith Sweat&lt;br /&gt;46. Bedtime - Usher - My Way&lt;br /&gt;47. Bump N' Grind - R. Kelly - 12 Play&lt;br /&gt;48. Any Time, Any Place - Janet Jackson - janet.&lt;br /&gt;49. My Body - LSG - Levert-Sweat-Gill&lt;br /&gt;50. In Those Jeans - R. Kelly - 12 Play [4th Quarter]&lt;br /&gt;51. No Ordinary Love - Sade - The Best Of Sade&lt;br /&gt;52. Nice &amp;amp; Slow - Usher - My Way&lt;br /&gt;53. Half On A Baby - R. Kelly - R.&lt;br /&gt;54. Untitled [How Does It Feel] - D'Angelo - Voodoo&lt;br /&gt;55. Knockin Da Boots - H-Town - Fever For Da Flavor&lt;br /&gt;56. Go Low - R. Kelly - 12 Play [4th Quarter]&lt;br /&gt;57. Signs Of Love Makin' - Tyrese - I Wanna Go There&lt;br /&gt;58. Weak - SWV - It's About Time&lt;br /&gt;59. Let's Get It On - T-Pain - Rappa Ternt Sanga&lt;br /&gt;60. If Only For One Night - Luther Vandross - The Night I Fell in Love&lt;br /&gt;61. Red Light Special - TLC - Crazysexycool&lt;br /&gt;62. Pony - Ginuwine - Ginuwine... The Bachelor&lt;br /&gt;63. Blow Ya Mind - T-Pain - Rappa Ternt Sanga&lt;br /&gt;64. Can I Touch [Feat. Faith Evans] - 112 - 112&lt;br /&gt;65. Say Yes - Floetry - Floetic&lt;br /&gt;66. Prototype - OutKast - Speakerboxxx/The Love Below&lt;br /&gt;67. The Lady In My Life - Michael Jackson - Thriller&lt;br /&gt;68. Can U Handle It? - Usher - Confessions&lt;br /&gt;69. Say It - Ne-Yo - Because of You&lt;br /&gt;70. Sweet Love - 112 - Part III&lt;br /&gt;71. Human Nature - Michael Jackson - Thriller&lt;br /&gt;72. At The Same Time - R. Kelly - 12 Play [4th Quarter]&lt;br /&gt;73. The Greatest Sex - R. Kelly - TP-2.Com&lt;br /&gt;74. Imagine That - R. Kelly - Chocolate Factory&lt;br /&gt;75. Slow Wind - R. Kelly - Tp.3 Reloaded&lt;br /&gt;76. Son of A Bitch - R. Kelly - 12 Play [4th Quarter]&lt;br /&gt;77. The Zoo - R. Kelly - Double Up&lt;br /&gt;78. Now That Were Done - 112 - 112&lt;br /&gt;79. Tender Love - The Force M.D.s - Chillin'&lt;br /&gt;80. This Woman's Work - Maxwell - MTV Unplugged&lt;br /&gt;81. Overdose - Jamie Foxx - Intuition&lt;br /&gt;82. Rescue [Feat. Irv Gotti] - Ashanti - Ashanti&lt;br /&gt;83. Beauty - Dru Hill - Enter The Dru&lt;br /&gt;84. Someone To Love [Feat. Babyface] - Jon B. - Bonafide&lt;br /&gt;85. I Just Died - Amerie - All I Have&lt;br /&gt;86. Lovin' You - Minnie Riperton - Les Fleurs&lt;br /&gt;87. Diary [Feat. Tony! Toni! Toné!] - Alicia Keys - The Diary of Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;88. 25 Reasons - Nivea - Nivea&lt;br /&gt;89. Dangerously In Love 2 - Beyoncé - Dangerously In Love&lt;br /&gt;90. Angel Of Mine - Monica - The Boy Is Mine&lt;br /&gt;91. Last Night - Az Yet - Az Yet&lt;br /&gt;92. These Are The Times - Dru Hill - Enter The Dru&lt;br /&gt;93. If I Ain't Got You - Alicia Keys - The Diary of Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;94. Everytime I Close My Eyes - Babyface - The Day&lt;br /&gt;95. Please Don't Go - Boyz II Men - Cooleyhighharmony&lt;br /&gt;96. Promise - Jagged Edge - J.E. Heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;97. Like You'll Never See Me Again - Alicia Keys - As I Am&lt;br /&gt;98. On Bended Knee - Boyz II Men - II&lt;br /&gt;99. I Care 'Bout You - Milestone - Soul Food&lt;br /&gt;100. Always Be My Baby - Mariah Carey - Daydream&lt;br /&gt;101. Tru Love - Faith Evans - The First Lady&lt;br /&gt;102. Make It Last Forever [Feat. Jacci McGhee] - Keith Sweat - Make It Last Forever&lt;br /&gt;103. Use Your Heart - SWV - New Beginning&lt;br /&gt;104. Heaven - Jamie Foxx - Unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;105. Before I Let You Go - Blackstreet - Blackstreet&lt;br /&gt;106. When Can I See You - Babyface - For The Cool In You&lt;br /&gt;107. For You I Will - Monica - The Boy Is Mine&lt;br /&gt;108. Stay With You - John Legend - Get Lifted&lt;br /&gt;109. All My Life - K-Ci &amp;amp; JoJo - Love Always&lt;br /&gt;110. Why I Love You So Much - Monica - Miss Thang&lt;br /&gt;112. I Can't Sleep Baby [If I] - R. Kelly - R. Kelly&lt;br /&gt;113. When Will I See You Smile Again? - Bell Biv Devoe - 20th Century Masters: Bell Biv Devoe&lt;br /&gt;114. If I Ever Fall in Love [Remix] - Shai - ...If I Ever Fall in Love&lt;br /&gt;115. Incomplete - Sisqó - Unleash The Dragon&lt;br /&gt;116. U Got It Bad - Usher - 8701&lt;br /&gt;117. Here &amp;amp; Now - Luther Vandross - The Best Of Luther Vandross [The Best Of Love]&lt;br /&gt;118. I'll Never Leave - R. Kelly - Chocolate Factory&lt;br /&gt;119. 'Cause I Love You - Lenny Williams - The Ultimate Collection&lt;br /&gt;120. Happily Ever After - Case - Personal Conversation&lt;br /&gt;121. Always &amp;amp; Forever - Luther Vandross - Songs&lt;br /&gt;122. Still In Love - 112 - Part III&lt;br /&gt;123. I Still Love You [Feat. Pharrell] - 702 - Star&lt;br /&gt;124. Nowhere - 112 - Pleasure &amp;amp; Pain&lt;br /&gt;125. We Goin' Be Alright - 112 - Pleasure &amp;amp; Pain&lt;br /&gt;126. I Will Be There - 112 - 112&lt;br /&gt;127. Here I Stand - Usher - Here I Stand&lt;br /&gt;128. Will Work for Love - Usher - Here I Stand&lt;br /&gt;129. Until The End Of Time [Feat. The Benjamin Wright Orchestra] - Justin Timberlake - FutureSex/LoveSounds&lt;br /&gt;130. Let's Get Married - Jagged Edge - J.E. Heartbreak&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/3062055488861425311-7773649592088409093?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/7773649592088409093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=7773649592088409093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/7773649592088409093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/7773649592088409093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-quiet-storm-song-ideas-for-your.html' title='The Real Quiet Storm--&gt;[[Song Ideas For Your Loved One]]'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-6681578206944754703</id><published>2009-08-08T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:13:56.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.. [How To Pick Up A Respectable Black Woman]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 334px; height: 425px;" alt="http://www.onixlink.com/images/stories/society/Tyra-Banks-04.jpg" src="http://www.onixlink.com/images/stories/society/Tyra-Banks-04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My brothers you need pointers on how to get that perfect woman on your arm &amp;amp; guess what, I'm here to help lol So just pay attention and take notes! Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[No Woman Wakes Up Saying, "God I Hope I Don't Get Swept Off My Feet Today"]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;All women, regardless of age, or location, women want to be swept off their feet. They want that fairy tale story to tell their friends for ages, to share with their daughters for when they become of age, &amp;amp; most importantly, they need to be swept off their feet because it makes them smile forever. Whether It's Making An Ass of One’s Self, Or Taking Them From A Bad Situation To A Better One. If You Can Sweep Her Off Her Feet, Then She's Going To Remember You For The Rest of Her Life. But If You're Sitting There Saying To Yourself Guys: "I Can't Do That With Every Girl, I'm Just Not That Smooth", Just Remember This One Little Important Fact:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[No Matter What, No Matter When, No Matter Who, Any Man Has A Chance To Sweep Any Woman Off Her Feet. He Just Needs The Right Broom.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I Cannot Stress How True This Statement Is. I Don't Care How Butt Ugly You Are, If You're Well Put Together, Meaning That You're Dressed Like A Hot Mess, You Aren't Speaking Like You're In A Lil Bossie or Go-Go Video, &amp;amp; You Have Some Kind Of Sense, Then She'll Give You Some Time. The Only Reason She Wouldn't Is Because She's Currently Involved With Someone Already Or She Is Just Getting Out of A Relationship. Remember Guys, Most of These Women Play The Game Better Than You Can, That Meaning, What You're Saying, She Probably Heard Five Times Today Already. Remember The Basic Principles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[60% of All Human Communication Is Non-Verbal, Body Language. 30% Is Your Tone. 90% of What You're Saying Ain't Coming Out of Your Mouth.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Which Is Kind of Not Fair, Right? Wrong. Guys When You Look At A Girl, What’s The First Thing That You Notice After Her Butt, Chest, or Face? You Notice What They Have On, What They're Talking On, Or What's Attached To Their Ear. The Only Thing Different With Women Is That They Look At What You Have On, &amp;amp; They Don't Say He's Cute, They're Trying To Decide Whether Or Not You're Worth Dealing With. &amp;amp; 90% of The Time, Girls Will Give You A Chance, No Matter How Little Or How Short The Time Frame Is, They Will Give You A Chance. So It's Up To You To Say All The Right Things. But Again You're Saying: "Well My Game Isn't That Tight To Approach A Beautiful Girl". Guys Remember:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[You Cannot Use, What You Do Not Have, So If You're Shy, Be Shy. If You're Outgoing, Be Outgoing.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But Whatever You Do, Be Yourself! I Cannot Stress That Enough, But If You're Completely Honest From Day One, Then You Have Nothing To Worry About. Everyone Has Secrets Or Problems, &amp;amp; You Don't Need A Two Personalities Complicating Things. Plus You Never Know What Would Happen If You Act Shy, She Might Like It, Even Might Think It's Cute. Just Breath, Relax, &amp;amp; Be Yourself. But Before You Go Up &amp;amp; Engage In Conversation, Just Remember One Thing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[She May Not Want The Whole Truth, But She Does Want To Real You. She May Not Want To See It All At Once, But She Does Want To See It.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Overwhelming A Person Is A Lot When You First Meet Them. You Might Even Scare Some of Them Off. Don't Give Her A Lot; Just Give Her Enough To Be Interested To Come Back &amp;amp; Learn More. It Would Also Help That You're More Than One Dimension. I'll Say On Average The First Conversation With A Woman Will Last About 5 Minutes. That Will Be The Longest 5 Minutes In Your Life Though. If You Can Make Her Crack A Smile Or Even Laugh Most of The Conversation, Then You'll See Her Again. Remember, Don't Make The Conversation Any Longer Than What It Needs To Be. Say What You Have To Say, Get To The Point, &amp;amp; Find A Way To Leave The Conversation Smoothly. Instead of Asking Her For Her Phone Number, Switch It Up On Her; Say Something Like "I Would Really Like To Take You Out Sometime &amp;amp; Have A Nice Conversation Over Dinner." She's Going To Be Interested For Many Reasons. But That's Not Important Right Now. Overall If You Follow What I Say, Then You Guys' Are Already On Your First Date. But Before You Go Out On Your First Date, Remember Something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Tonight, When You're Wondering What To Say, How You Look, Or If She Likes You, Just Remember, She Is Already Out With You. That Means She Said Yes, When She Could Have Said No. That Means She Made A Plan When She Could Have Just Blown You Off. So That Means It Is No Longer Your Job To Try To Make Her Like You. It Is Your Job Not To Mess It Up]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pretty Much Self-Explanatory. But One Last Piece Of Advice For After The Date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[64 &amp;amp; Clear, Walk A Little, Ask Her How She Liked The Movie, What Was Her Favorite Part, &amp;amp; When She Answers Don't Look At Her Mouth, &amp;amp; Don't Wonder What She Looks Like Naked. Then You'll Have Something Better To Say Then "I Like Your Mouth."]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tonight Is About Her. So Pay Attention To Her, Show Her That You're Willing To Listen. All Women Need Attention, Especially These Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&amp;amp; After That, Nature Takes It's Course. Everything Falls Into Place. It May Not Be As Crystal Clear As You Thought It Would Be, But It Should Be Something Special. &amp;amp; If You're Reading This Guys &amp;amp; You're Still Not Convinced, There Here's One Last Bit of Advice:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[With No Guile &amp;amp; No Game, There's No Girl]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[All Quotes Taken From The 2005 Movie Hitch Starring Will Smith]&lt;/span&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/3062055488861425311-6681578206944754703?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/6681578206944754703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=6681578206944754703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/6681578206944754703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/6681578206944754703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-to-pick-up-respectable-black-woman.html' title='.. [How To Pick Up A Respectable Black Woman]'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-5695913920195176277</id><published>2009-08-01T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:45:32.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Days, Clear Nights .. [Meet Mr. Right]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 236px; height: 279px;" alt="http://theurbandaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/ask-the-black-man.jpg" src="http://theurbandaily.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/ask-the-black-man.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ok, On The Last One I Talked About Love. But This Time Around I’m Going To Talk About Something That Has To Do With Love. Well What Could That Be? Well It Could Be A Lot Of Stuff, But What I’m Going To Talk About Is That Guy In Your Life. Yes I’m Talking About Your Mr. Right. That Guy That’s There In Your Life, The Guy That Stabilizes Your Life, Helps Run Everyday Problems With You, Help Provide With You, Basically He Completes You. That Is A Pretty Loaded Statement When Someone Says, "Who Is Mr. Right". That Can Vary From Situation To Situation Because Everyone Is Different, They Have Different Preferences, They Want Different Things. What May Work For You May Not Work For Her or Him. But There Are Some Basic Things That Mr. Right Has In His DNA. Stages If You Will. All The Way From The Basics, To The Most Important. So Why Don’t We Talk About Them Shall We:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[5.] Common Courtesy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now Even The Most Thuggish And Roughest of Them All Even Knows That Some Women Deserve At Least A Little Common Courtesy. Whether It's Holding Doors, Getting Things For Them When They Didn't Ask, Hell You Can Even Pull Out A Chair. Mr. Nice Shows Some Kind of Common Courtesy. It's Not Apart of His Game, It Was Something That He Was Taught As A Kid. If An Opportunity Passes For Him To Perform An Act of Random Common Courtesy, Then He Feels Bad Until He Gets A Chance To Redeem Himself. Sounds Kind of Corny And Unlikely, But It's True. Real Men Take Things Like This Seriously. You Can't Go Wrong With A Guy Who Wants To Do Things Like This For You, Just Because. This Stage of Mr. Right Most Guys Have, In The Southern Hemisphere, lol. Sorry New Yorkers &amp;amp; Those That Reside In DC/MD/VA Area, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[4.] Brains:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ahhh A Very, Very, Very, Important Aspect of Mr. Right. But It's Not The Most Important One Though. Now When I Say Brains, I Don’t Necessarily Mean That He Has To Be A Freaking Rocket Scientist, or A Stanford Dr. No When I Say Brains, That Is Really A Cover Up For Common Sense. Now Why Didn't I Just Say Common Sense, Well That's Because Real Common Sense Comes From Some Sort of Intelligence. See Common Sense Is Nothing More Than Different Patterns Learned Throughout Life From Different Experiences And Are Applied To Similar Situations In A Careful And Well Thought Out Way. See Why I Said Brains Now. Any who, Without This Then Mr. Right Wouldn't Take Anything He Learned From His Dumb Friends, Or Anything Other Girls Taught Him About The Habits of Women, Therefore Causing Him To No Longer Be Mr. Right. It's All A Science When You Think About It. This Stage Is In Most Guys Still, But More Than Some Lack This Basic Thinking Skill Because of Either Where He Lives, Or He's Just An Ass. Point Blank.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[3.] Loyalty:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Now Most of You Are Looking At This Like: Huh? Shouldn't This Be Either First or Second? The Answer To That Question Is Yes. But There Are Two Other Things That Are More Important Than Loyalty. We'll Get To That Later. Loyalty These Days Is A Flaky Word. See Loyalty Back In Our Parents Day Was A Word That Had Meaning Behind It. It Meant That You Knew You Had Someone To Lean On, To Pick You Up In Your Time of Need. But Now A Days, Its Just Another Word Used To Get Some Tail And The First Sight of It. And Then The Second The Relationship Becomes Bad, That Person Is Up And Gone. But Not Mr. Right, No No. He Understands The Value &amp;amp; Importance of This Word. Either From A Very Loving Parent, Or A Situation That Messed Him Over So Bad, He Vowed He Wouldn't Want Any Other Girl To Feel This Pain. Either Way You Look At It; He's Determined To Be There For You. Through Thick And Thin. To Get To This Stage of Mr. Right, You Just Might Be On To Something, And He Just Might Need To Stick Around For A Bit Longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[2.] Respect:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ah, Another Head Scratcher. If It Isn't Loyalty or Respect, Then What Can Be So Important, That It Just Eclipses The Other Two. Stick Around And You'll See. But This Is Important. There Are Two Kinds of Respect, Fake Respect That Most People Give Just To Be Polite, And Then There Is The Genuine Respect That Is Garnered From The Brain, Assisted By The Heart And Acted Through His Mouth. Mr. Right Will Never Ever, And I Repeat, Ever Call You: A Bitch, Ms. Pretty Pussy, His Bust It Baby, Lil Mama, Shawty, or Any Other Absurd Name You Can Think of. Mr. Right Will Have A Sense of Respect And Brains To Know Better Than To Call You Some Stupid And Lame Name. His Momma Taught Him Better Than That. But He Also Goes Along The Lines of Also Doing Things Like Not Rushing To Have Sex, or Pressuring You To Have It. He Is More Patient Than 97.6% of The Guys You Dated or Know. Basically He Wouldn't Do Anything To You That He Wouldn't Do To His Own Mother, Grandmother, Sister, or Any Female Cousin, That's Not Sex Related of Course. But To Get To This Stage of Knowing Mr. Nice You’re Probably Already Talking To Him Everyday On The Phone, And Telling All Your Friends About Him. So You Know That You Have A Keeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[1.] Laughter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And Here It Is. The Single Most Important Quality, Trait, Or Whatever You Want To Call It, That Mr. Right Has. Now For All of You That Are Currently Stuck Out There, Let Me Ask You This. How Many of The Bad Times Do You Remember, Ok Now I Ask You, How Many of The Good Times Do You Remember? It Was My Good Friend Hitch That Said "Life Isn't About How Many Breathes You Take, It's About The Moments That Take Your Breath Away" You’re Going To Remember More Good Than Bad. And Mr. Right Will Do Any And Everything To Make You Smile. And In Order To Make You Smile, Then He Has To Know You, And Know Who You Are Exactly. He's Going To Bring Up Things To Make You Laugh And Smile That You Didn't Know Could Make You Laugh And Make You Smile. That's His Art Form. Mr. Right Doesn’t Have To Think About What To Make You Smile, He Just Knows. That Kind of Thinking Proves To You Right Then And There That He Has Been Paying Attention To What You’ve Been Saying All Along. And To Get To A Stage Where A Guy Can Make You Laugh Without Even Trying, Well Then, You Should Try And Make Sure He's Not Going Anywhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And Ladies Let's Be Clear On One Thing. He's Not Going To Try And Be Mr. Right If He Doesn't Have Anything To Be Mr. Right For. Without You There Wouldn't Be Guys Who Think There Are Still Good Women Left In This World. If You're Reading This, Agreeing To What I Said For The Most Part, Then You Could Be Ms. Right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And Remember, "Ladies Know Yourself, Respect Yourself, And Most Importantly Love Yourself, And The Right Guys Will Come Knocking On Your Door Trying To Deliver A Pizza" lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062055488861425311-5695913920195176277?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/5695913920195176277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=5695913920195176277' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/5695913920195176277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/5695913920195176277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2009/08/dark-days-clear-nights-meet-mr-right.html' title='Dark Days, Clear Nights .. [Meet Mr. Right]'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-1070632489365612072</id><published>2009-07-14T10:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T20:16:31.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry Drake--&gt;[But Kid Cudi Is My Pick]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 404px; height: 268px; font-family: verdana;" alt="http://tusiime.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/kid-cudi.jpg" src="http://tusiime.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/kid-cudi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They can't comprehend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; They even come close to understanding him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I guess if I was borin they would love me more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Guess if I was simple in the mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Everything would be fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;- Kid Cudi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how the real artist always get over looked when it comes to hype. This is the case with Kid Cudi. He came out .. sort to say .. in the mainstream as Drake and people have yet to warm up to him. But to be fair Drake has a lot riding on his side. He was on Degrassi and his mixtape was fueled by Lil Wayne .. who undoubtedly has a lot of heat right now. But I see this as Drakes moment to shine. But I really do think that Kid Cudi's cd will be more .. well rounded than that of his counter part. And Cudi also has this one thing going for him. Kanye West. &amp;amp; we all know Kanye hates to lose. &amp;amp; Kanye also realizes that this is a competition between himself and Wayne. They both know they have two of the hottest .. quite possibly two of the next big stars. But if I had to choose between the two .. I would go with Cudi .. simply because I like his style more. It's more of a underdog role mixed with the fact that he doesn't give a flying fuck lol. Although if Drake came out with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So Far Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; .. he would of sold a million records .. I seriously think Cudi's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A Kid Named Cudi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; would be more lyrically sound. Even with Drakes singing ability .. stellar guest appearances .. and countless concerts of millions of screaming fans [or should I say girls] .. I would still pick Cudi to over take him in the end of having the better career. Cause if they're anything like their mentor's then Drake's star is going to burn out eventually like Wayne's &amp;amp; Cudi's Star .. would resist such a fate and excel.&lt;/span&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/3062055488861425311-1070632489365612072?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/1070632489365612072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=1070632489365612072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/1070632489365612072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/1070632489365612072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2009/07/sorry-drake-but-kid-cudi-is-my-pick.html' title='Sorry Drake--&gt;[But Kid Cudi Is My Pick]'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-2466123293123260012</id><published>2009-07-12T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:46:25.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>--&gt;[[selfREALization]]&lt;--</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="http://idolator.com/assets/images/idolator/2008/12/kanye_west-gal-products.jpg" src="http://idolator.com/assets/images/idolator/2008/12/kanye_west-gal-products.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;[[From the moments of pain, look how far we done came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Haters sayin you changed, now you doin your thang]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;- Kanye West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;When does the day arrive when you say fuck everybody, and everything .. and embrace the person inside. When you're too tall to fall, too big to run over , and too strong to die? When you realize that trust amongst friends is fragile thing, and one wrong judgment call can cause the worst nightmares and the nastiest of dreams. When you realize that the people that are suppose to protect you .. can let you down just as the ones that came to destroy you. When that stage they put you on turns into a cell they threw you in. When the field they loved to watch you play on turns into a hospital bed surrounded by only those who choose to come to steal the last bit of fame that you have. If you follow the rules to life .. it can turn into one big circle jerk. But if you do what you want .. and how you want to do it .. it can be the best thing ever. It's funny how people throw Kanye on a cross because he does what wants, makes the music he wants, wears what he wants, and most of all .. he's who he wants to be. I'll take a page from him. &amp;amp; when the going gets rough and tough .. I'll remember this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;[[Made a mill myself, and I'm still myself&lt;br /&gt;And I'ma look in the mirror if I need some help&lt;br /&gt;Ask me from the heart, y'all all frontin&lt;br /&gt;Everybody feel a way about K but at least y'all feel somethin]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;- Kanye West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062055488861425311-2466123293123260012?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/2466123293123260012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=2466123293123260012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/2466123293123260012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/2466123293123260012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-moments-of-pain-look-how-far-we.html' title='--&gt;[[selfREALization]]&lt;--'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-1312868302578024754</id><published>2009-07-09T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:48:36.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D.O.A.&lt;----[Death of Assholes]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 245px; height: 330px;" alt="http://www.rap-up.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/bet-awards-09-show-12.jpg" src="http://www.rap-up.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/bet-awards-09-show-12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;[[ .. Ye told me to kill ya'll to keep it 100]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;- [Jay-Z]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Too many styles .. to many trends .. because in the end .. all the new cars, clothes and shoes isn't really doing anything for them. Realize that life is a form blessin .. and stop dressing yours lies &amp;amp; sorry ass personalities in salad dressin. Man up and take that ass whoopin for what it is .. a major life lesson .. instead of bitchin out to your best friends .. smith and wesson. You punk out to them for help .. then your integrity, honor, and pride .. you basically lessin. But i guess since you matter nothing .. that all in all .. I shouldn't care too much about your silly ass fronting.  So please stop talking .. you and I both know you're bluffing .. you're words are like bloddy nose .. it just keeps running. So i think it's time for all the lame dudes to get got .. &amp;amp; it just might be me .. cause I'ma keep it 100 til my fuckin heart stop. I just plan on being little ol' me .. mixed with a little BP3. I plan on living the crazy life .. like a white girl partying on E.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They all read a facebook status from a friends page because we're not friends anymore and they're get nervous on me lol. I love it Cam! lol No rhyming on this one .. No call out's ... I'm going to handle this like Jay &amp;amp; put things in perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Beef Level: Young Jeezy vs. Gucci Mane]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Haha all your sneak dissin and flexin when I'm not around, but you bitch up when I'm around. What's the point even engaging in converstation with you. It's not even worth it lol It's sad when your own boys don't respect you lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;[Beef Level: 50 Cent vs. Ja Rule]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You try to do this and that .. and think you can get away with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; You made the wrong decision though thinking that you could run game on me .. you realized that it didn't work and you not only realized that it didn't work .. you realized that when it comes doing things .. you can't hold a candle stick to me. Thought you pulled the rug from up under me. Trust homie .. I make moves you won't and can't comprehend. Fore every action has a reaction. &amp;amp; my reaction has yet to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;[Beef Level: LL Cool J vs. Cannibus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tisk Tisk Tisk .. I'm not going to say too much on you home girl. You jumped the gun and it showed me what side you're on. &amp;amp; a part of you knows that you're wrong for it. So I rather let your conscience fuck with you .. rather than me. Good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. [Between me &amp;amp; you .. I think them boys slow - Young Jeezy]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/3062055488861425311-1312868302578024754?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/1312868302578024754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=1312868302578024754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/1312868302578024754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/1312868302578024754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2009/07/doa-death-of-assholes.html' title='D.O.A.&lt;----[Death of Assholes]'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3062055488861425311.post-8798158307982992032</id><published>2009-07-07T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T17:49:39.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For All The Beautiful Women ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not for the models or the actresses, this is for all the women who desire for less. Not less in life, but less in the sense of not needing the lime light, the fast cars or the lore. The ones who dodge the insults and careless for the flashy, big talk, money spending whores. No this is for the women who want to be a mother, a sister a friend. Who want to be a something more to a man before the end comes and sweeps her away. She's not conservative, for she still lives for today, and any other kind of way. She has a real sense of life that does not involve clubs or bars, dudes with big chains or flashy cars. She wants her own house, somewhere she can be she, with her man so they can be we, and fade off into the shadows so the world can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gucci this &amp;amp; fendi that, sure she would like to have that stuff, but she doesn't need it to make fiction into fact. Because she's the real deal, Queen supreme, she's the [PYT], whose name is [Charlene], and uplifts her man with her [Pretty Wings]. She's not into having it all, because she knows nothing can replace love and the man above. So she's careful when she gives her man a hug, because she knows this is [Love], and her greatest gift to him is [This Woman's Work]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all men want the model's and the actresses. We don't all want the Lewinsky's, The Barbies, or the Ed Hardy's. We're more impressed when you become teachers, business women &amp;amp; doctors. Show us your mind and I promise we'll be better boyfriends, husbands and fathers. Because it doesn't make sense for them to try when you don't even bother. But I won't make this too long, because my point has been made, I'll just say this last thought to keep in your mind and never fade. Be all you can be, because eventually in the end, we'll be all we can be, for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3062055488861425311-8798158307982992032?l=soupadude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/feeds/8798158307982992032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3062055488861425311&amp;postID=8798158307982992032' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/8798158307982992032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3062055488861425311/posts/default/8798158307982992032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://soupadude.blogspot.com/2009/07/for-all-beautiful-women.html' title='For All The Beautiful Women ..'/><author><name>Devy Dev</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06731822524941368235</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4nuGiSXIz8s/Skk45EdTPoI/AAAAAAAAABc/G2fTWk46QzA/S220/l_8f8ae9212ed81263c2447b09c23b57e1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
