<?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-1606179606156942803</id><updated>2012-02-16T03:42:44.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Symmetries</title><subtitle type='html'>Meanwhile in the fiefdoms, the old familiar story continued, taking no account whatsoever of the new path being travelled by the maiden, who, from this moment on, will begin to tell her own story, the story that has been told by others an infinite number of times. - Avatars p 144</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-6967317326668757591</id><published>2009-09-21T11:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:25:56.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent all years</title><content type='html'>Excuse me, but can I be you for a while?&lt;br /&gt;My dog won't bite if you sit real still&lt;br /&gt;I got the anti-Christ in the kitchen yellin' at me again&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can hear that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been saved again by the garbage truck&lt;br /&gt;I got something to say you know but nothing comes&lt;br /&gt;Yes I know what you think of me you never shut up&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I can hear that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I'm a mermaid?&lt;br /&gt;In these jeans of his with her name still on it&lt;br /&gt;Hey, but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;'Cause sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I said sometimes I hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;And it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Silent all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you found a girl who thinks really deep thoughts&lt;br /&gt;What's so amazing about really deep thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;Boy, you best pray that I bleed real soon&lt;br /&gt;How's that thought for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scream got lost in a paper cup&lt;br /&gt;You think there's a heaven where&lt;br /&gt;Some screams have gone?&lt;br /&gt;I got 25 bucks and a cracker&lt;br /&gt;Do you think it's enough to get us there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause what if I'm a mermaid?&lt;br /&gt;In these jeans of his with her name still on it&lt;br /&gt;Hey, but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;'Cause sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I said sometimes I hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;And it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Silent all these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Years go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Will I still be waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For somebody else to understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Years go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; If I'm stripped of my beauty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And the orange clouds raining in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Years go by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Will I choke on my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Till finally there is nothing left?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; One more casualty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You know we're too easy, easy, easy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I love the way we communicate&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes focus on my funny lip shape&lt;br /&gt;Let's hear what you think of me now&lt;br /&gt;But baby don't look up&lt;br /&gt;The sky is falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother shows up in a nasty dress&lt;br /&gt;And it's your turn now to stand where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Everybody lookin' at you&lt;br /&gt;Here, take hold of my hand&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I can hear them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if I'm a mermaid?&lt;br /&gt;In these jeans of yours with her name still on it&lt;br /&gt;Hey, but I don't care&lt;br /&gt;'Cause sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I said sometimes I hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;I hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;I hear my voice&lt;br /&gt;And it's been here&lt;br /&gt;Silent all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here&lt;br /&gt;Silent all these years&lt;br /&gt;Silent all these&lt;br /&gt;Silent all these years...         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by the simple act of deleting my email account and destroying my sim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have for all intents and purposes dropped off the face of the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--ringtones and media links --&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-6967317326668757591?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/6967317326668757591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=6967317326668757591' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/6967317326668757591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/6967317326668757591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/09/silent-all-years.html' title='Silent all years'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-1074357314328450562</id><published>2009-09-20T19:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:40:10.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kikuyu</title><content type='html'>There is a blog entry from someone in Kenya who is Kikuyu who asks what does it mean to be Kikuyu and asks a non-kikuyu friend to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sort of gets summed up &lt;a href="http://aaarrrggg.wordpress.com/2008/02/11/internal-kikuyu-critiques/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this episode of 'sisters' where Georgie is thinking about committing suicide and Teddy says something that was so wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was considering it in New York and then saw an ad for an old movie she always wanted to watch and stayed up to watch it. After that she looked for small things to want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the key when life gets dodgy. But also Georgie decides not to do it because of how it would affect those she left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in 2000, a colleague from university killed himself.&lt;br /&gt;He was a british asian guy, I remember him being tall and slightly chubby.&lt;br /&gt;He hung himself with a belt, in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story is his father told him he wouldn't amount to anything, because he didn't get an exemption from the professional exams in his second year results. If I remember he didn't fail for university purposes, so we are talking ten marks here. Cause the university pass mark was 45 but the professional exemption is 60.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just wonder, although I wasn't that close to him, if someone else had just been there to say, It's OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like dead poets society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is..... for myself.......this time around.&lt;br /&gt;I learnt compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't for very long but.... I saw a friend lose sight of gestalt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"a structure, configuration, or pattern of physical, biological, or psychological phenomena so integrated as to constitute a functional unit with properties not derivable by summation of its parts"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;More than&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One part, does not negate the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, for the time being. As I am redefining my roles and relationships. I must cut ties to those involved in triggering the transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because ........ and this is in case the experiment fails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At all times, we have a choice to continue in this life.&lt;br /&gt;The exit door is open to all of us, at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's not a bad thing. It's part of moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all dying.......at different rates.&lt;br /&gt;It is an inevitable conclusion to our lives. Always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no regrets to this point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Travel light&lt;/em&gt; and you can sing in the &lt;em&gt;robber's face&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-1074357314328450562?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/1074357314328450562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=1074357314328450562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1074357314328450562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1074357314328450562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/09/kikuyu.html' title='Kikuyu'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-7450188578577797318</id><published>2009-09-19T21:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T22:09:53.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Headstones</title><content type='html'>I am changing career path because &lt;a href="http://blogs.harvardbusiness.org/cs/2009/09/needed_strategic_vision_not_mo.html"&gt;he's right&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not regulations, and bad ones at that, which we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's people who think on a generational basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with that is that, due to the nature of the corporate career ladder.&lt;br /&gt;The folks who rise, are not those who put family before bonuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alternative, get out, save myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one puts their occupation on their headstone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is on almost every form we fill out whilst living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does something wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we judge and regard each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kallmaker.com/Dawning.html"&gt;The Dawning&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you give up the future to save the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To rewind to today, 1998.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the chance to go all the way back, to my beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be willing to die tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one more day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say goodbye, ... as I should have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-7450188578577797318?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/7450188578577797318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=7450188578577797318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7450188578577797318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7450188578577797318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/09/headstones.html' title='Headstones'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-661227929661393148</id><published>2009-09-19T19:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:04:18.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Remy De Gourmont</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing exists except by virtue of a disequilibrium, an injustice. All existence is a theft paid for by other existences; no life flowers except on a cemetery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I am not fighting for you any more"&lt;br /&gt;The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before&lt;br /&gt;And slowly she let him inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill&lt;br /&gt;And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill&lt;br /&gt;But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will&lt;br /&gt;Only first I am asking you why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down in the long narrow hall he was led&lt;br /&gt;Into her rooms with her tapestries red&lt;br /&gt;And she never once took the crown from her head&lt;br /&gt;She asked him there to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I see you now, and you are so very young&lt;br /&gt;But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won&lt;br /&gt;And I've got this intuition, says it's all for your fun&lt;br /&gt;And now will you tell me why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye&lt;br /&gt;She said, "You won't understand, and you may as well not try"&lt;br /&gt;But her face was a child's, and he thought she would cry&lt;br /&gt;But she closed herself up like a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;And she said, "I've swallowed a secret burning thread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; It cuts me inside, and often I've bled"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He laid his hand then on top of her head&lt;br /&gt;And he bowed her down to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me how hungry are you? How weak you must feel&lt;br /&gt;As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed&lt;br /&gt;But I won't march again on your battlefield"&lt;br /&gt;And he took her to the window to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun, it was gold, though the sky, it was gray&lt;br /&gt;And she wanted more than she ever could say&lt;br /&gt;But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away&lt;br /&gt;And would not look at his face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said, "I want to live as an honest man&lt;br /&gt;To get all I deserve and to give all I can&lt;br /&gt;And to love a young woman who I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Your highness, your ways are very strange."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break&lt;br /&gt;And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached&lt;br /&gt;She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait&lt;br /&gt;She would only be a moment inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the distance her order was heard&lt;br /&gt;And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word&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/1606179606156942803-661227929661393148?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/661227929661393148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=661227929661393148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/661227929661393148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/661227929661393148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/09/remy-de-gourmont.html' title='Remy De Gourmont'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-7462077504131194535</id><published>2009-09-18T18:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T19:00:34.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Village</title><content type='html'>Despite being an &lt;a href="http://www.foei.org/en/get-involved/livemore"&gt;urban rat&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rat is tired of running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as well the recession is starting to grind things to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's next...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unpaid work,... caring, study,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling asleep with the sound of the waves in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the truly remarkable thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the little village, I sleep under a window with no bars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-7462077504131194535?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/7462077504131194535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=7462077504131194535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7462077504131194535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7462077504131194535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/09/village.html' title='Village'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-1909896714970004784</id><published>2009-09-14T20:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T20:32:49.788-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Physiology</title><content type='html'>OK, I am going admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biochemistry.... having only done CXC Biology and A level Chemistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is daunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am good. But I'm not that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very well, First year University it is, sad sad sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My degree in 'find x' really does not apply to my chosen profession by any stretch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am having difficulty grasping the concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D's sister told me, his was a life well lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She herself did a first degree in Chemistry then went back to do Optometry, after a few years teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I concede defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be best to start at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-1909896714970004784?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/1909896714970004784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=1909896714970004784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1909896714970004784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1909896714970004784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/09/physiology.html' title='Physiology'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-3816913283939284128</id><published>2009-09-11T01:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:41:41.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Age</title><content type='html'>The death don't age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 September will forever be the day that D ceased to create new memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56 years.......... would have been 67.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is like a box filled with sand with gems buried in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dig down and sometimes you uncover a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bigger the gem is the more work it takes to unearth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you aren't careful to evenly distribute your efforts you might dig yourself into a hole it is hard to climb out of to see other digging places and in so doing miss other gems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't get them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have to make choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My choice is health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels right and intuitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone to dig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-3816913283939284128?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/3816913283939284128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=3816913283939284128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3816913283939284128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3816913283939284128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/09/age.html' title='Age'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-7884716347929940668</id><published>2009-09-10T00:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:34:37.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Earth and Father Time</title><content type='html'>How very special are we&lt;br /&gt;For just a moment to be&lt;br /&gt;Part of life's eternal rhyme&lt;br /&gt;How very special are we&lt;br /&gt;To have on our family tree&lt;br /&gt;Mother Earth and Father Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns the seasons around&lt;br /&gt;And so she changes her gown&lt;br /&gt;But they always look in their prime&lt;br /&gt;They go on dancing their dance&lt;br /&gt;Of everlasting romance&lt;br /&gt;Mother Earth and Father Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The summer larks return to sing&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a gift they give&lt;br /&gt;Then autumn days grow short and cold&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a joy to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How very special are we&lt;br /&gt;For just a moment to be&lt;br /&gt;Part of life's eternal rhyme&lt;br /&gt;How very special are we&lt;br /&gt;To have on our family tree&lt;br /&gt;Mother Earth and Father Time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-7884716347929940668?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/7884716347929940668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=7884716347929940668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7884716347929940668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7884716347929940668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/09/mother-earth-and-father-time.html' title='Mother Earth and Father Time'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-767088682608486943</id><published>2009-09-06T23:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:23:45.541-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you</title><content type='html'>Say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;        To not knowing when&lt;br /&gt;        The truth in my whole life began&lt;br /&gt;        Say good-bye&lt;br /&gt;        To not knowing how to cry&lt;br /&gt;        You taught me that&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        And I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;        The strength that you gave me&lt;br /&gt;        Now that I'm standing on my own&lt;br /&gt;        I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;        The way that you saved me&lt;br /&gt;        I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        Inside&lt;br /&gt;        I was a child&lt;br /&gt;        That could not mend a broken wing&lt;br /&gt;        Outside&lt;br /&gt;        I looked for a way&lt;br /&gt;        To teach my heart to sing&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        And I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;        The love that you gave me&lt;br /&gt;        Now that I'm standing on my own&lt;br /&gt;        I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;        The way that you changed me&lt;br /&gt;        I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        I learned&lt;br /&gt;        To let go&lt;br /&gt;        Of the illusion that we can possess&lt;br /&gt;        I learned&lt;br /&gt;        To let go&lt;br /&gt;        I travel in stillness&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;        And I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;        Happiness&lt;br /&gt;              I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;              (I'll remember)&lt;br /&gt;              (I'll remember)&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;        And I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;        The love that you gave me&lt;br /&gt;        Now that I'm standing on my own&lt;br /&gt;        I'll remember&lt;br /&gt;        The way that you changed me&lt;br /&gt;              I'll remember (I'll remember)&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;        No I've never been afraid to cry&lt;br /&gt;        Now I finally have a reason why&lt;br /&gt;              I'll remember (I'll remember)&lt;br /&gt;              No I've never been afraid to cry&lt;br /&gt;              And I finally have a reason why&lt;br /&gt;              I'll remember (I'll remember)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-767088682608486943?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/767088682608486943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=767088682608486943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/767088682608486943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/767088682608486943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank you'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-7758589314425638914</id><published>2009-09-01T19:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T19:52:36.357-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day</title><content type='html'>I feel old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in this world, witnessing violation takes a toll on our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul feels, tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is tempered by waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter, bright eyes looking back at having finally seen focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday I return to ALTA to retrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories of some of my students are heartbreaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least for two hours, after childhoods of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We honestly do try to create an environment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel secure&lt;br /&gt;can try things out in safety&lt;br /&gt;needs are being meet in ways relevant and appropiate&lt;br /&gt;are actively involved and engaged&lt;br /&gt;see and experience they are welcomed&lt;br /&gt;respected as adults and individuals in their own right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it works, and none of us are paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all volunteer our time to do this, this my third year giving of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly hope that this attempt to turn the volunteer work into a day job, by switching to an allied health profession pans out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because after eight years in the financial industry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a pension liability that has been gambled away and pocketed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The social fabric of our society is going to need help to cope with the anger and violence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;created by GREED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-7758589314425638914?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/7758589314425638914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=7758589314425638914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7758589314425638914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7758589314425638914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/09/last-day.html' title='Last Day'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-9536699193145644</id><published>2009-08-11T19:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T19:23:14.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The end of the career</title><content type='html'>It has been eleven years since I embarked on my journey to a career largely in the financial sector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However in the fall out that has hit Trinidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot in good conscience continue to engage in this profession.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is an undercurrent of &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/business/2009/aug/03/banks-profit-reform-government"&gt;anger&lt;/a&gt;, that is justified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have most of my working life ahead of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is the time to return to the stronghold of my forefathers.&lt;br /&gt;The chinese in this country have traditionally been the first line of credit as shopkeepers. And I am surprised that the current elders are willing to bring back the old ways of sou sou and lay away plans, and be the organisers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my bet is on them. They didn't climb out of their villages, just like that.&lt;br /&gt;It took what the current bankers with their bonus incentives, don't have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuitive people sense, hard work and strategic vision for building generational wealth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that's how they think, they don't care about the next fiscal, they think about their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I had to do to get the opportunity I am now taking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a good investment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-9536699193145644?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/9536699193145644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=9536699193145644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/9536699193145644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/9536699193145644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-career.html' title='The end of the career'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-7670403447858329399</id><published>2009-08-06T21:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:48:21.644-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Six degrees of separation</title><content type='html'>There is something in the saying that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And perhaps the axiom I should now follow is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First do no harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another way to state it is that "given an existing problem, it may be better to do nothing than to do something that risks causing more harm than good." It reminds the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Physician" title="Physician"&gt;physician&lt;/a&gt; and other health care providers that they must consider the possible harm that any intervention might do. It is invoked when debating the use of an intervention that carries an obvious risk of harm but a less certain chance of benefit. Since at least 1860, the phrase has been for physicians a hallowed expression of hope, intention, humility, and recognition that human acts with good intentions may have unwanted consequences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-7670403447858329399?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/7670403447858329399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=7670403447858329399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7670403447858329399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7670403447858329399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/08/six-degrees-of-separation.html' title='Six degrees of separation'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-346935004767947762</id><published>2009-08-01T18:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:29:52.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding down</title><content type='html'>I can't wait to get out of here. I have already mentally left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to go do something productive, rather than go in circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a rat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do wonder when the &lt;a href="http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/2009/jul/26/monarchy-credit-crunch"&gt;psychology of denial&lt;/a&gt; will finally sink in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is, the real source of the financing is getting power, and they are ruthless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what &lt;a href="http://www.silenceonthemountain.com/home.html"&gt;price&lt;/a&gt; to your citizens are you willing to pay for the palace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A war not declared, can never end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as luisa valenzuela said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All blood must come to its &lt;a href="http://luisavalenzuela.blogspot.com/2007/08/place-of-its-quietude-luisa-valenzuela.html"&gt;place of quietude&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-346935004767947762?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/346935004767947762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=346935004767947762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/346935004767947762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/346935004767947762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/08/winding-down.html' title='Winding down'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-6677090041703016975</id><published>2009-07-20T20:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T20:49:52.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate</title><content type='html'>This is best definition of hate that I have ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, as much as I try not to let it affect myself, I see it everyday.&lt;br /&gt;All around. We are an angry people. And getting angrier and angrier.&lt;br /&gt;Until one day, it is just going to explode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICARD&lt;br /&gt;    I think... when one has been angry&lt;br /&gt;    for a very long time... one gets&lt;br /&gt;    used to it. Then it becomes&lt;br /&gt;    comfortable... like old leather.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    And finally, it is so familiar&lt;br /&gt;    that one can hardly remember&lt;br /&gt;    feeling any other way.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    But in the long run, we are the&lt;br /&gt;    ones who are damaged by that kind&lt;br /&gt;    of anger. We are. Not them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-6677090041703016975?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/6677090041703016975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=6677090041703016975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/6677090041703016975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/6677090041703016975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/07/hate.html' title='Hate'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-5892243612766786415</id><published>2009-07-17T21:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:32:46.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Game over</title><content type='html'>There is no looking back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew what I was doing in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I do not regret my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No use wondering about what if now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to look ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UWI here I come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-5892243612766786415?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/5892243612766786415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=5892243612766786415' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/5892243612766786415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/5892243612766786415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/07/game-over.html' title='Game over'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-2383883144589133870</id><published>2009-07-14T18:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T18:59:52.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mother's Dream</title><content type='html'>Part of me, is holding out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to want the dream my mother had for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the reality is I don't want that life for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am more than ready to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been ready for years now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I still tottering ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-2383883144589133870?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/2383883144589133870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=2383883144589133870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2383883144589133870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2383883144589133870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/07/mothers-dream.html' title='A Mother&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-4968776858317661670</id><published>2009-07-01T20:23:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:24:49.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extroverts</title><content type='html'>I really must learn to keep my feelings to myself, in front of certain extroverted persons in my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might get a partially deserved, sound scolding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very well, so long as I am still in transition. I will make a greater attempt to be diplomatic about my outer counternance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-4968776858317661670?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/4968776858317661670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=4968776858317661670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4968776858317661670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4968776858317661670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/07/extroverts.html' title='Extroverts'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-5103471151609394279</id><published>2009-06-21T19:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:13:51.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I lost</title><content type='html'>Oh well, guess I am Cat afterall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing had changed. Jule had said it: to be alive was to be disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;You tried and failed and kept on trying, never knowing whether you'd ever get&lt;br /&gt;what you wanted. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But sometimes we get what we need. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I had everything to start over again, with even odds this time.&lt;br /&gt;Only a fool would throw all that away.&lt;br /&gt;This was the place where past and future came together:&lt;br /&gt;I held them both in my hands. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, I look to the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad that it includes, leaving this country, possibly for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nepotism and racial politics will kill this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have finally given in. The best and the brightest, will leave for a place where they will be heard.&lt;br /&gt;Where people are willing to listen, beyond prejudice and bias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only when we stop tearing at each other like crabs in a barrel will we realise, that the only way forward is to build on the foundations of our ancestors. Each generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To become a nation: a tightly-knit group of people which share a common culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are like dwarfs sitting on the shoulders of giants. We see more, and things that are more distant, than they did, not because our sight is superior or because we are taller than they, but because they raise us up, and by their great stature add to ours."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-5103471151609394279?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/5103471151609394279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=5103471151609394279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/5103471151609394279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/5103471151609394279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-lost.html' title='I lost'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-5614309783445098723</id><published>2009-06-13T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T22:55:28.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Game On</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;First is the Earth Chakra, located at the base of the spine. It deals with survival, and is blocked by fear. Let your greatest fears become clear to you. You may be concerned for your survival, but you must let those fears go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next is the Water Chakra, located in the abdomen. It deals with pleasure, and is blocked by guilt. Look at the guilt from your past that burdens you. Let them go, or they will poison your energy. Meditate and realize that these things happened for a purpose.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next is the Fire Chakra, located at the stomach. It deals with willpower, and is blocked by shame. Recognize the biggest dissapointments in yourself, and what you are ashamed of. Accept that these things happened.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Now is the Air Chakra, located at the heart. It deals with love, and is blocked by grief. Lay all of your grief out in front of you. If you have lost someone close, you must realize love is a form of energy, and it swirls all around us. The love is still in your heart, and can be reborn in the shape of new love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Next is the Sound Chakra, located at the throat. It deals with truth, and is blocked by lies. The lies we tell ourselves. You must not lie about your own nature. Accept who you are.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Up next: the Light Chakra, located at the forehead. It deals with insight, and is blocked by illusions. The biggest illusion of all is the illusion of separation. Things we think are separate are actually one and the same. Like the nations of the world: we are all one people, but we live as if divided.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last is the Thought Chakra, located at the crown of the forehead. It deals with pure cosmic energy, and is blocked by earthly attatchments. Meditate on what attatches you to this world. Let your emotions flow and be forgotten. You must unlock this chakra to gain your energy from the universe.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Congratulations! You've unlocked all of the chakras! Now go show that Fire Lord Ozai who's boss!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-5614309783445098723?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/5614309783445098723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=5614309783445098723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/5614309783445098723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/5614309783445098723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/06/game-on.html' title='Game On'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-3879615897781620339</id><published>2009-06-11T22:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T23:18:07.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience</title><content type='html'>The chinese symbol for patience is  knife through the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience, he said, patience is a little like sticking a knife in your heart.  It’s painful.  It’s not what you’d do willingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet if you truly respect and love each other, it means you chose someone else to put first, even beyond your own wants and needs. And no, though it doesn’t stop hurting, it does get easier to let go of the selfishness keeping your wounds fresh and stinging every time you exercise patience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not going to enjoy the journey. No one’s keeping score along the way. The journey is the reward. Should I fail to find the joy in the now, should my patience stretch too thin to see the humor in today then I truly have failed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality is we are in the here and now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to bring closure to this part of my journey, I have to go back to once more to the bargaining table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The symbol for wisdom is the way between the mouth and the ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to speak and to listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-3879615897781620339?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/3879615897781620339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=3879615897781620339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3879615897781620339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3879615897781620339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/06/patience.html' title='Patience'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-3863808941829080474</id><published>2009-06-07T19:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T19:52:22.717-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing blue skies</title><content type='html'>Here's wishing you the bluest sky&lt;br /&gt;And hoping something better comes tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Hoping all the verses rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;And the very best of choruses to&lt;br /&gt;Follow all the doubt and sadness&lt;br /&gt;I know that better things are on their way.&lt;br /&gt;Here's hoping that the days ahead&lt;br /&gt;Won't be as bitter as the ones behind you&lt;br /&gt;Be an optimist instead,&lt;br /&gt;And somehow happiness will find you.&lt;br /&gt;Forget what happened yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I know that better things are on their way.&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to see you rocking out&lt;br /&gt;And having fun,&lt;br /&gt;Living like you've just begun.&lt;br /&gt;Accept your life and what it brings,&lt;br /&gt;I hope tomorrow you find better things.&lt;br /&gt;I know tomorrow you'll find better things.&lt;br /&gt;Here's wishing you the bluest sky&lt;br /&gt;And hoping something better comes tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Hoping all the verses rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;And the very best of choruses to&lt;br /&gt;Follow all the drudge and sadness&lt;br /&gt;I know that better things are on the way.&lt;br /&gt;I know you've got a lot of good things happening up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;The past is gone, it's all been said.&lt;br /&gt;So here's to what the future brings,&lt;br /&gt;I know tomorrow you'll find better things.&lt;br /&gt;I know tomorrow you'll find better things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-3863808941829080474?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/3863808941829080474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=3863808941829080474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3863808941829080474'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;Does anyone in this island understand the message of Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change can happen, but only if you are willing to embrace, risk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nepotism and racism is strangling this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to learn, to stand on the shoulders of giants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To learn from our mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is very costly to the hearts and souls of our people to keep repeating them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What legacy do we give our children when we pander to the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone tells me this is a fight I can't win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the cycle. The way of life here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to differ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the audacity to hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-1355280402205786797?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/1355280402205786797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=1355280402205786797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1355280402205786797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1355280402205786797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/06/time-warp.html' title='Time warp'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-444324728310157464</id><published>2009-06-04T19:13:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T19:15:58.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back hurts</title><content type='html'>I am hoping that, that time of the month is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling very down today, it is just as well as I have enough flexibility in the job to sit with the laptop in the garden to do it. Feel the sunlight, and watch my parrot preen himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for small mercies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-444324728310157464?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/444324728310157464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=444324728310157464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/444324728310157464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/444324728310157464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/06/back-hurts.html' title='Back hurts'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-2838701330705196342</id><published>2009-06-03T20:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:55:25.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trini Girl Blue</title><content type='html'>The secret to the valley is to have a simple want that can be fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in the same place, but the good thing for me is that this is familiar territory. I know the landscape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a sense of direction this time, I know where I am going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So little want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day at the beach. Either Corpus Christi or better if I can swing it, a beach house for Labour Day weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night spent listening to the sound of the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;A day spent watching at awe at its vastness.&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that it connects me to some distant shore elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glimmer of hope in the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Child - Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I die and when I'm dead, dead and gone,&lt;br /&gt;there'll be one child born and a world to carry on, to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not scared of dying and I don't really care.&lt;br /&gt;If it's peace you find in dying, well, then let the time be near.&lt;br /&gt;If it's peace you find in dying, when dying time is here,&lt;br /&gt;just bundle up my coffin cause it's cold way down there,&lt;br /&gt;I hear that's it's cold way down there, yeah, crazy cold way down there.&lt;br /&gt;And when I die and when I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;there'll be one child born and a world to carry on, to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;My troubles are many, they're as deep as a well.&lt;br /&gt;I can swear there ain't no heaven but I pray there ain't no hell.&lt;br /&gt;Swear there ain't no heaven and pray there ain't no hell,&lt;br /&gt;but I'll never know by living, only my dying will tell,&lt;br /&gt;only my dying will tell, yeah, only my dying will tell.&lt;br /&gt;And when I die and when I'm gone,&lt;br /&gt;there'll be one child born and a world to carry on, to carry on.&lt;br /&gt;Give me my freedom for as long as I be. All I ask of living is to have no chains on me.&lt;br /&gt;All I ask of living is to have no chains on me,&lt;br /&gt;and all I ask of dying is to go naturally, only want to go naturally.&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to go by the devil, don't want to go by the demon,&lt;br /&gt;don't want to go by Satan, don't want to die uneasy, just let me go naturally.&lt;br /&gt;And when I die and when I'm gone, there'll be one child born, there'll be one child born.&lt;br /&gt;When I die, there'll be one child born. When I die, there'll be one child born.&lt;br /&gt;When I die, there'll be one child born. When I die, there'll be one child born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-2838701330705196342?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/2838701330705196342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=2838701330705196342' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2838701330705196342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2838701330705196342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/06/trini-girl-blue.html' title='Trini Girl Blue'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-8240609563624459159</id><published>2009-06-02T18:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T19:02:45.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Legacy two</title><content type='html'>If you are only attempting to imitate the parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are destined to fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At some point, your own self identity. Combined of both parents, if you were lucky enough to have them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other parental influences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And TIME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will finally be distilled into your own self identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret to success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In LIFE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-8240609563624459159?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/8240609563624459159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=8240609563624459159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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were meant for different work&lt;br /&gt;And his heart was known to none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He left his home and went his lone&lt;br /&gt;And solitary way&lt;br /&gt;And he gave to me a gift I know&lt;br /&gt;I never can repay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quiet man of music&lt;br /&gt;Denied a simpler fate&lt;br /&gt;He tried to be a soldier once&lt;br /&gt;But his music wouldn’t wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He earned his love through discipline&lt;br /&gt;A thundering, velvet hand&lt;br /&gt;His gentle means of sculpting souls&lt;br /&gt;Took me years to understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leader of the band is tired&lt;br /&gt;And his eyes are growing old&lt;br /&gt;But his blood runs through my instrument&lt;br /&gt;And his song is in my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been a poor attempt&lt;br /&gt;To imitate the man&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a living legacy&lt;br /&gt;To the leader of the band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers’ lives were different&lt;br /&gt;For they heard another call&lt;br /&gt;One went to Chicago&lt;br /&gt;And the other to St Paul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m in Colorado&lt;br /&gt;When I’m not in some hotel&lt;br /&gt;Living out this life I’ve chose&lt;br /&gt;And come to know so well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the music&lt;br /&gt;And your stories of the road&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the freedom&lt;br /&gt;When it came my time to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for the kindness&lt;br /&gt;And the times when you got tough&lt;br /&gt;And, pap, I don’t think&lt;br /&gt;I said, "I love you" near enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leader of the band is tired&lt;br /&gt;And his eyes are growing old&lt;br /&gt;But his blood runs through my instrument&lt;br /&gt;And his song is in my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been a poor attempt&lt;br /&gt;To imitate the man&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a living legacy&lt;br /&gt;To the leader of the band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the living legacy&lt;br /&gt;To the leader of the band.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-2225912870969836344?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/2225912870969836344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=2225912870969836344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2225912870969836344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2225912870969836344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-living-legacy.html' title='I am a living legacy'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-7136192146419957883</id><published>2009-05-31T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:03:04.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The mile has just started, hope it gets easier</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passed a young man on the street dressed in rags couldn’t have been more than 25&lt;br /&gt;Lying on the sidewalk in a sleeping bag and a sign that read:&lt;br /&gt;Your kindness keeps me alive&lt;br /&gt;I remember I stopped and turned around couldn’t hold my tongue saying something about that sign bothers me&lt;br /&gt;So I asked him, “Why’s a guy like you healthy, white and young living off working folk’s charity?” He said,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judge not your brother&lt;br /&gt;Walk a mile in his shoes&lt;br /&gt;You see he’s doing the best that he can do&lt;br /&gt;Like me and you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My mouth fell open wide shocked by the truth&lt;br /&gt;The look in his eyes was wise and sad&lt;br /&gt;He said, “Brother, I was born a rich man’s son, but I gave it all away, every last dollar I ever had”.&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to know how it felt to be humbled by disdain, pity and indignation.&lt;br /&gt;He asked me if I’d read the book &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Black Like Me.&lt;/span&gt; He said it was his inspiration.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judge not your brother&lt;br /&gt;Walk a mile in his shoes&lt;br /&gt;You see he’s doing the best that he can do&lt;br /&gt;Like me and you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just when we think we know what’s really going on&lt;br /&gt;Life serves us a surprise&lt;br /&gt;A lesson to learn again and again&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause we’ve all been victimized by prejudice and lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judge not your brother&lt;br /&gt;Walk a mile in his shoes&lt;br /&gt;You see he’s doing the best that he can do&lt;br /&gt;Judge not your brother&lt;br /&gt;Walk a mile in his shoes&lt;br /&gt;You see he’s doing the best that he can do&lt;br /&gt;Like me and you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-7136192146419957883?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/7136192146419957883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=7136192146419957883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7136192146419957883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7136192146419957883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/05/mile-has-just-started-hope-it-gets.html' title='The mile has just started, hope it gets easier'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-4947333567298378347</id><published>2009-05-31T03:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T03:55:19.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Avatar</title><content type='html'>Book 2 Chapter 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to clear my chakras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is painful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-4947333567298378347?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/4947333567298378347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=4947333567298378347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4947333567298378347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4947333567298378347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/05/avatar.html' title='Avatar'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-6530230972667761954</id><published>2009-05-23T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T19:33:25.469-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I the Queen or the Soldier ?</title><content type='html'>The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I am not fighting for you any more"&lt;br /&gt;The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before&lt;br /&gt;And slowly she let him inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill&lt;br /&gt;And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill&lt;br /&gt;But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will&lt;br /&gt;Only first I am asking you why."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down in the long narrow hall he was led&lt;br /&gt;Into her rooms with her tapestries red&lt;br /&gt;And she never once took the crown from her head&lt;br /&gt;She asked him there to sit down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, "I see you now, and you are so very young&lt;br /&gt;But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won&lt;br /&gt;And I've got this intuition, says it's all for your fun&lt;br /&gt;And now will you tell me why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye&lt;br /&gt;She said, "You won't understand, and you may as well not try"&lt;br /&gt;But her face was a child's, and he thought she would cry&lt;br /&gt;But she closed herself up like a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she said, "I've swallowed a secret burning thread&lt;br /&gt;It cuts me inside, and often I've bled"&lt;br /&gt;He laid his hand then on top of her head&lt;br /&gt;And he bowed her down to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me how hungry are you? How weak you must feel&lt;br /&gt;As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed&lt;br /&gt;But I won't march again on your battlefield"&lt;br /&gt;And he took her to the window to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the sun, it was gold, though the sky, it was gray&lt;br /&gt;And she wanted more than she ever could say&lt;br /&gt;But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away&lt;br /&gt;And would not look at his face again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he said, "I want to live as an honest man&lt;br /&gt;To get all I deserve and to give all I can&lt;br /&gt;And to love a young woman who I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;Your highness, your ways are very strange."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break&lt;br /&gt;And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached&lt;br /&gt;She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait&lt;br /&gt;She would only be a moment inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the distance her order was heard&lt;br /&gt;And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word&lt;br /&gt;And while the queen went on strangeling in the solitude she preferred&lt;br /&gt;The battle continued on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-6530230972667761954?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/6530230972667761954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=6530230972667761954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/6530230972667761954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/6530230972667761954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/05/am-i-queen-or-soldier.html' title='Am I the Queen or the Soldier ?'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-8928074065302957108</id><published>2009-05-22T20:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T20:22:55.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What I want to tell Cedric</title><content type='html'>In this proud land we grew up strong&lt;br /&gt;We were wanted all along&lt;br /&gt;I was taught to fight, taught to win&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I could fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fight left or so it seems&lt;br /&gt;I am a man whose dreams have all deserted&lt;br /&gt;I've changed my face, I've changed my name&lt;br /&gt;But no one wants you when you lose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up' cos you have friends&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up You're not beaten yet&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up I know you can make it good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I saw it all around&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I could be affected&lt;br /&gt;Thought that we'd be the last to go&lt;br /&gt;It is so strange the way things turn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drove the night toward my home&lt;br /&gt;The place that I was born, on the lakeside&lt;br /&gt;As daylight broke, I saw the earth&lt;br /&gt;The trees had burned down to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up You still have us&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up We don't need much of anything&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up'cause somewhere&lt;br /&gt;There's a place where we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest your head &lt;br /&gt;You worry too much&lt;br /&gt;It's going to be alright &lt;br /&gt;When times get rough&lt;br /&gt;You can fall back on us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up&lt;br /&gt;Please don't give up'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to walk out of here&lt;br /&gt;I can't take anymore&lt;br /&gt;Going to stand on that bridge&lt;br /&gt;Keep my eyes down below&lt;br /&gt;Whatever may come&lt;br /&gt;And whatever may go&lt;br /&gt;That river's flowing&lt;br /&gt;That river's flowing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moved on to another town&lt;br /&gt;Tried hard to settle down&lt;br /&gt;For every job, so many men&lt;br /&gt;So many men no-one needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up' cause you have friends&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up No reason to be ashamed&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up You still have us&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up now We're proud of who you are&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up You know it's never been easy&lt;br /&gt;Don't give up'cause I believe there's the a place&lt;br /&gt;There's a place where we belong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-8928074065302957108?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/8928074065302957108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=8928074065302957108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/8928074065302957108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/8928074065302957108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-i-want-to-tell-cedric.html' title='What I want to tell Cedric'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-1747701369620601271</id><published>2009-05-21T20:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:56:45.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not ready as yet</title><content type='html'>I thought about going to UWI summer school, but the deadline was yesterday and well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to set up myself for a fall, I need to let go of my anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is very hard, I am accustomed to using it to drive me. It is in many ways my strongest source of motivation. To let go would be to admit that I am helpless, and alone and sad and have an emptiness inside me, a deep sense of longing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And nothing and no one can fill that void. And it can't be filled and I have to live with it. Be conciously aware of it, learn how it affects me. My behaviour. And to do that would be to admit defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to do that, not for the present situation at the moment. I'm not finished. I have unfinished business I have to fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have done that, maybe I can let go. When I've given it all that I have, so til then, I suppose I am making a concious decision to hold on to some of my anger. As unhealthy as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-1747701369620601271?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/1747701369620601271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=1747701369620601271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1747701369620601271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1747701369620601271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-ready-as-yet.html' title='Not ready as yet'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-7537013820029742218</id><published>2009-05-15T21:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:10:40.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning 30</title><content type='html'>I turn 30 in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have already decided that some serious changes are necessary before then. Strangely enough, the job is not one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am still there in December it will officially be the longest I have ever been with an employer. Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it is a stepping stone to the career I want. Which unfortunately has a whole set of emotional hurdles to reach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for the first time in a very long time I have a vision of the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-7537013820029742218?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/7537013820029742218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=7537013820029742218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7537013820029742218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7537013820029742218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/05/turning-30.html' title='Turning 30'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-7336354592040914478</id><published>2009-05-03T15:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:26:04.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to play in my own interests</title><content type='html'>Somewhere down the line&lt;br /&gt;We've found the riddle and the rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Like two notes played out of time&lt;br /&gt;Now we don't feeling the score, no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow through the years&lt;br /&gt;We let the laughter turn to tears&lt;br /&gt;And all those feelings once so clear&lt;br /&gt;Just not here anymore?anymore&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish we were heroes in the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;Ride up together when the story's done&lt;br /&gt;No sad goodbyes no, alibis just&lt;br /&gt;Two heroes waving from the back of a train&lt;br /&gt;Two heroes never feeling all of the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaking rending of knowing the ending is near&lt;br /&gt;Then it's time for goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But so much for heroes we could never be heroes&lt;br /&gt;Because heroes don't cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone used to say&lt;br /&gt;Love is a wind that goes astray&lt;br /&gt;Stirs the heart and blows away&lt;br /&gt;Ah, but who's to say&lt;br /&gt;What makes it go, but you know that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish we were heroes in the setting sun&lt;br /&gt;Ride up together when the story's done&lt;br /&gt;No sad goodbyes no, alibis just&lt;br /&gt;Two heroes waving from the back of a train&lt;br /&gt;Two heroes never feeling all of the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreaking rending of knowing the ending is near&lt;br /&gt;Then it's time for goodbye&lt;br /&gt;But so much for heroes we could never be heroes&lt;br /&gt;Because heroes don't cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-7336354592040914478?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/7336354592040914478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=7336354592040914478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7336354592040914478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7336354592040914478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/05/time-to-play-in-my-own-interests.html' title='Time to play in my own interests'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-7910586374243941674</id><published>2009-04-28T20:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:05:56.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trinidad is too small</title><content type='html'>I think the seven degrees of separation rule is probably about three.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-7910586374243941674?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/7910586374243941674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=7910586374243941674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7910586374243941674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7910586374243941674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/04/trinidad-is-too-small.html' title='Trinidad is too small'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-6488459139749431935</id><published>2009-04-25T05:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T05:07:51.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My mother calls me from beyond</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If you can keep your head when all about you&lt;br /&gt;              Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,&lt;br /&gt;              But make allowance for their doubting too;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,&lt;br /&gt;              Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,&lt;br /&gt;              Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,&lt;br /&gt;              And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; &lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt; If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can meet with triumph and disaster&lt;br /&gt;              And treat those two imposters just the same;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken&lt;br /&gt;              Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,&lt;br /&gt;              Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,&lt;br /&gt;              And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;              &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; If you can make one heap of all your winnings&lt;br /&gt;              And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;br /&gt;              And lose, and start again at your beginnings&lt;br /&gt;              And never breath a word about your loss;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;              To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;br /&gt;              And so hold on when there is nothing in you&lt;br /&gt;              Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on";              &lt;/p&gt; If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,&lt;br /&gt;              Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch;&lt;br /&gt;              If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;&lt;br /&gt;              If all men count with you, but none too much;&lt;br /&gt;              If you can fill the unforgiving minute&lt;br /&gt;              With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -&lt;br /&gt;              Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,&lt;br /&gt;              And - which is more - you'll be a woman, my daughter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-6488459139749431935?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/6488459139749431935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=6488459139749431935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/6488459139749431935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/6488459139749431935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-mother-calls-me-from-beyond.html' title='My mother calls me from beyond'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-2087073215205662306</id><published>2009-04-19T21:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T21:08:06.423-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dogs in a manger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:-1;"&gt;I had guards like watchdogs dogs in a manger &lt;br /&gt;I could feel the protection possession and anger &lt;br /&gt;and I drove out of there with no one behind me &lt;br /&gt;Feeling funny and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you pretty pretenders &lt;br /&gt;negligent vendors&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you precious inside&lt;br /&gt;I have no  need for anger with intimate strangers&lt;br /&gt;And I got nothing   to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed as I said it&lt;br /&gt;This is my situation&lt;br /&gt;It's  not pictures or privilege&lt;br /&gt;Its just self preservation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to feel any obligation&lt;br /&gt;would it be so  funny to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you pretty pretenders&lt;br /&gt;negligent  vendors&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you precious inside&lt;br /&gt;I have no need  for anger with intimate strangers&lt;br /&gt;And I got nothing  to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We act empty and innocent&lt;br /&gt;But we are  fueled by distortions of lives led in discontent&lt;br /&gt;Trading misfortunes&lt;br /&gt;(now you guard your faith)&lt;br /&gt;Cause  faith is one thing that is hard to deliver&lt;br /&gt;(temper your  speed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels funny being free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you pretty  pretenders&lt;br /&gt;negligent vendors&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you precious inside&lt;br /&gt;I have no need for anger with intimate strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty  pretenders&lt;br /&gt;negligent vendors&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we precious inside&lt;br /&gt;I  have no need for anger with intimate strangers&lt;br /&gt;I got  nothing to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had guards like watchdogs dogs in a  manger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-2087073215205662306?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/2087073215205662306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=2087073215205662306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2087073215205662306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2087073215205662306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/04/dogs-in-manger.html' title='Dogs in a manger'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-3929318462340598406</id><published>2009-04-18T20:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T20:49:26.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog or Dogeater</title><content type='html'>I am beginning to realise that Cedric may not be a dogeater by nature. He's scared. I mean yeah, Lord voldemort is scary but he is not unbeatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is by examining the true nature of Voldemort and sacrificing himself that Harry Potter was able to beat Lord Voldemort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that requires a level of courage and resolve, that I am not sure is in the Trini psyche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question becomes, who is the rightful hogwarth's champion. In that minute where they have to decide who takes the cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suspect that Harry Potter needs to go on by himself like in the Philosopher's stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-3929318462340598406?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/3929318462340598406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=3929318462340598406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3929318462340598406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3929318462340598406'/><link rel='alternate' 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your nose,&lt;br /&gt;Yuletide carols being sung by a choir,&lt;br /&gt;And folks dressed up like Eskimos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows a turkey and some mistletoe,&lt;br /&gt;Help to make the season bright.&lt;br /&gt;Tiny tots with their eyes all aglow,&lt;br /&gt;Will find it hard to sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm offering this simple phrase,&lt;br /&gt;To kids from one to ninety-two,&lt;br /&gt;Although its been said many times, many ways,&lt;br /&gt;I am a better person for having known you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-5918574122815222631?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/5918574122815222631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=5918574122815222631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/5918574122815222631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/5918574122815222631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-every-bastard-angel.html' title='For every Bastard, an Angel'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-1774963290164331014</id><published>2009-04-17T06:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:20:36.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOKING THROUGH THE EYES OF LOVE</title><content type='html'>Please, don't let this feeling end,&lt;br /&gt;It's everything I am,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I wanna be;&lt;br /&gt;I can see what's mine now,&lt;br /&gt;Finding out what's true,&lt;br /&gt;Since I've found you&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' through the eyes of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can take the time,&lt;br /&gt;I can see my life&lt;br /&gt;As it comes on shining now;&lt;br /&gt;Reaching out to touch you,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel so much,&lt;br /&gt;Since I've found you&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' through the eyes of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I do believe,&lt;br /&gt;That even in a storm, we'll find some light;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you're beside me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-1774963290164331014?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/1774963290164331014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=1774963290164331014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1774963290164331014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1774963290164331014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/04/looking-through-eyes-of-love.html' title='LOOKING THROUGH THE EYES OF LOVE'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-4243661053500202246</id><published>2009-04-13T22:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T22:36:25.082-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A theory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dyslexianj.com/adultcharacteristics.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the thing which made you a good shop owner, came with a hidden compromise which was not detected since the halting language was assumed to be a result of the foreign language barrier and not a thought pattern. Or maybe the original mother tongue, required this said thought pattern which explains a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmmm....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-4243661053500202246?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/4243661053500202246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=4243661053500202246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4243661053500202246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4243661053500202246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/04/theory.html' title='A theory'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-3743130598672542392</id><published>2009-04-13T20:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:35:02.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying NO</title><content type='html'>I was once told by a very wise person, that what will save you in this world is when you say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another very wise person told me, is that you do not pick your battles, but you can pick your battlefield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a lot of effort just to manoeuvre yourself into a position from which you can fight certain battles. But only when you are in position, can you really advance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully things will come together next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-3743130598672542392?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/3743130598672542392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=3743130598672542392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3743130598672542392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3743130598672542392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/04/saying-no.html' title='Saying NO'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-3531260213796451885</id><published>2009-04-07T17:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:48:36.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Career Choice</title><content type='html'>Masters in Occupational Therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start doing it distance from FIU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the problem with being so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The possibilities are endless, but in some ways this will also suit me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-3531260213796451885?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/3531260213796451885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=3531260213796451885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3531260213796451885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3531260213796451885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-career-choice.html' title='New Career Choice'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-6241627200890495063</id><published>2009-04-05T20:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T21:00:37.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You read my mind</title><content type='html'>Trini Girl Blue, must have read my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been ten years since my mother died. And I have for some time, 2006 I suspect, been unable to shake this underlying sadness that travels at my side. I remember climbing temple IV in Tikal, Guatemala. It was a trip I had planned for two years prior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watched the moon fade and the sun rise and still, in that perfect moment. Something was missing. I just couldn't put my finger on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I met Cedric, by happenstance. Or perhaps it was fate. He helped me remember the part of me that is my mother. She lives inside me everyday. But there are parts of her that, now that I am an adult in my own right. I have to leave and put aside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the hardest thing that I will ever have to do in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to do it alone, without her here to tell me its OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that takes a giant leap of faith in my own judgement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But until I do this, I will never be able to take my place where I truly belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-6241627200890495063?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/6241627200890495063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=6241627200890495063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/6241627200890495063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/6241627200890495063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-read-my-mind.html' title='You read my mind'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-280338300818763179</id><published>2009-04-04T22:29:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:52:11.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream job</title><content type='html'>Design the working          relationships and connections between all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each component in a          system performs multiple functions, and each function is supported by          many elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Key to efficient design is observation and replication          of natural ecosystems, where designers maximize diversity,          stress efficient energy planning, using and          accelerating natural succession, and increasing the highly productive          "edge-zones" within the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now take any system, natural or man-made and build the controls for cross linkages and feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly doubt this is something which is taught in academia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Particularly for me, since I don't really stop at people or technology or plants. I go Da Vinci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-280338300818763179?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/280338300818763179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=280338300818763179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/280338300818763179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/280338300818763179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/04/dream-job.html' title='Dream job'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-2335721635833227136</id><published>2009-04-04T21:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:28:57.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My masters?</title><content type='html'>Course Code: GINF 5010&lt;br /&gt;Course Title: Principles of Geoinformatics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course Code: ENGR 6012   &lt;br /&gt;Course Title: Hydrology &amp;amp; Drainage Systems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course Code: ENGR 6013&lt;br /&gt;Course Title: Chemistry &amp;amp; Microbiology for Environmental Engineering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course Code: MENG 6405&lt;br /&gt;Course Title: Total Quality Management&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course Code: ECNG 6613&lt;br /&gt;Course Title: Database Systems Principles &amp;amp; Design&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Course Code: IENG 6002&lt;br /&gt;Course Title : Distributed Information Systems &amp;amp; Databases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGCP 6250 (AC 624) - WEED SCIENCE (8 Credits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGRI 6210 (AP621) - BIOLOGY, ECOLOGY AND EPIDEMIOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;OF PESTS (4 Credits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGSL 6143 (AS 643) - TROPICAL SOIL SCIENCE (4 Credits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGSL 6140 (AS 640) - SOIL CHEMISTRY AND FERTILITY&lt;br /&gt;(4 Credits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGSL 6141 (AS 641) - SOIL WATER MANAGEMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMP6400 (CS64B) - DESIGN AND ANALYSIS OF&lt;br /&gt;ALGORITHMS (4 Credits)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMP6730 (CS62C) - CRYPTOGRAPHY (4 Credits)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-2335721635833227136?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-6352989022536767893</id><published>2009-04-04T21:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:26:47.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>E-books</title><content type='html'>I really do want this &lt;a href="http://www.bellabooks.com/mm5/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;amp;Store_Code=bella&amp;amp;Product_Code=b-kk1-dawnin"&gt;book&lt;/a&gt;, but ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need yet another credit card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really my life is getting way too complicated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-6352989022536767893?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/6352989022536767893/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-2484778424204031337</id><published>2009-04-04T21:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:15:55.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2010  ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;1990... will we ever learn&lt;br /&gt;Or will our children keep running and running&lt;br /&gt;until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;1990... will hands of love ever reach out&lt;br /&gt;Or will they be there just to strengthen the crime?&lt;br /&gt;It is strange that the more we change, rearrange&lt;br /&gt;Everything still feels the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010... please make a liar of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-2484778424204031337?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-4258696969571847485</id><published>2009-04-03T19:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T19:45:09.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts on Obama</title><content type='html'>I have been having several conversations with different people about the status quo in this country. I have also been reading Obama's Dreams of my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is naive, but we need to decide if the time is coming when we too, shall challenge the status quo of this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a long time since I have had race and skin tone and class, openly thrown in my face against me. It's ......beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But beyond the anger and despair.  Is the audacity of Hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that we can challenge our ancestors legacy of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to hand it down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And each do our part, in our own little sphere, to impart understanding.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-4258696969571847485?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/4258696969571847485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=4258696969571847485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4258696969571847485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4258696969571847485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/04/thoughts-on-obama.html' title='Thoughts on Obama'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-1238295954809166102</id><published>2009-04-02T16:51:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:52:31.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Third time lucky?</title><content type='html'>I don't go to therapy to find out if I'm a freak&lt;br /&gt;I go and I find the one and only answer every week&lt;br /&gt;And it's just me and all the memories to follow&lt;br /&gt;Down any course that fits within a fifty minute hour&lt;br /&gt;And we fathom all the mysteries, explicit and inherent&lt;br /&gt;When I hit a rut, she says to try the other parent&lt;br /&gt;And she's so kind, I think she wants to tell me something,&lt;br /&gt;But she knows that it's much better if I get it for myself...&lt;br /&gt;And she says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh,aaaaaaah, what do you hear in these sounds?&lt;br /&gt;And... oooooooh,aaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;What do you hear in these sounds? ? ? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say I hear a doubt, with the voice of true believing&lt;br /&gt;And the promises to stay, and the footsteps that are leaving&lt;br /&gt;And she says "oh", I say "what? "...she says "exactly",&lt;br /&gt;I say"what, you think I'm angry&lt;br /&gt;Does that mean you think I'm angry? "&lt;br /&gt;She says "look, you come here every week&lt;br /&gt;With jigsaw pieces of your past&lt;br /&gt;Its all on little soundbytes and voices out of photographs&lt;br /&gt;And that's all yours, that's the guide, that's the map&lt;br /&gt;So tell me, where does the arrow point to?&lt;br /&gt;Who invented roses? "&lt;br /&gt;And.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh,aaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;What do you hear in these sounds?&lt;br /&gt;And...oooooooh,aaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;What do you hear in these sounds? ? ? ? ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I talk about therapy, I know what people think&lt;br /&gt;That it only makes you selfish and in love with your shrink&lt;br /&gt;But oh how I loved everybody else&lt;br /&gt;When I finally got to talk so much about myself............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wake up and I ask myself what state I'm in&lt;br /&gt;And I say well I'm lucky, cause I am like east berlin&lt;br /&gt;I had this wall and what I knew of the free world&lt;br /&gt;Was that I could see their fireworks&lt;br /&gt;And I could hear their radio&lt;br /&gt;And I thought that if we met, I would only start confessing&lt;br /&gt;And they'd know that I was scared&lt;br /&gt;They'd would know that I was guessing&lt;br /&gt;But the wall came down and there they stood before me&lt;br /&gt;With their stumbling and their mumbling&lt;br /&gt;And their calling out just like me...and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh,aaaaaaah, the stories that nobody hears...and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh,aaaaaaah, and I collect these sounds in my ears...and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooooooh,aaaaaaah, that's what I hear in these sounds...and...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-1238295954809166102?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/1238295954809166102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=1238295954809166102' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1238295954809166102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1238295954809166102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/04/third-time-lucky.html' title='Third time lucky?'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-7366738627335330399</id><published>2009-03-30T02:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:43:47.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am alive</title><content type='html'>Just thinking a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You may still be here tomorrow....&lt;br /&gt;but your dreams may not"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-7366738627335330399?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/7366738627335330399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=7366738627335330399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7366738627335330399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7366738627335330399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-alive.html' title='I am alive'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-2747517019093413350</id><published>2009-02-12T19:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T19:02:39.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I realised too late</title><content type='html'>There's a girl inside the woman&lt;br /&gt;who's waiting to get free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think she's just a mother&lt;br /&gt;with nothing left inside&lt;br /&gt;who swapped her dreams for drudgery&lt;br /&gt;the day she was a bride&lt;br /&gt;but the dreams were not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;just wrapped, and packed away&lt;br /&gt;in the hope that she could take them out&lt;br /&gt;and dust them off one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a girl inside the woman&lt;br /&gt;and the mother she became&lt;br /&gt;and half-remembered song comes to her lips again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl would sing the melody&lt;br /&gt;but the woman stands in doubt&lt;br /&gt;and wonders what the price would be&lt;br /&gt;for letting the young girl out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-2747517019093413350?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/2747517019093413350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=2747517019093413350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2747517019093413350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2747517019093413350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-realised-too-late.html' title='I realised too late'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-593155242228665468</id><published>2009-02-08T15:00:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:05:24.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Common cold</title><content type='html'>I broke my own rules about working whilst sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result is I now have serious chest congestion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I start to drift off, I cough myself awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like I will be out for the week. Really must try to document things better, so it's easier for other to pick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep needy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-593155242228665468?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/593155242228665468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=593155242228665468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/593155242228665468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/593155242228665468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/02/common-cold.html' title='Common cold'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-4825681947438467262</id><published>2009-02-07T15:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:02:29.384-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End Game</title><content type='html'>" And dammit, you should have discussed it with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I felt it would have lead to an unnecessary argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it would have lead to a necessary argument.&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There must be responsibility...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't your place to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps, Perhaps not. Sometimes you simply have to assess the situation and say, ' Dammit, it's me or no one.' And if you can't live with no one, then you have to take action. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The correct answer is: It's gone. So why dwell on it?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-4825681947438467262?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/4825681947438467262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=4825681947438467262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4825681947438467262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4825681947438467262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/02/end-game.html' title='End Game'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-72636710882499084</id><published>2009-02-01T20:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:04:16.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusions</title><content type='html'>Dreams and schemes and circus crowds&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at life that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh but now old friends are acting strange&lt;br /&gt;They shake their heads, they tell me that I've changed&lt;br /&gt;Well something's lost but something's gained&lt;br /&gt;In living every day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at life from both sides now&lt;br /&gt;From WIN and LOSE and still somehow&lt;br /&gt;It's life's illusions I recall&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know life at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've looked at life from both sides now&lt;br /&gt;From up and down and still somehow&lt;br /&gt;It's life's illusions I recall&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know life at all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-72636710882499084?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/72636710882499084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=72636710882499084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/72636710882499084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/72636710882499084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/02/illusions.html' title='Illusions'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-7512751155402073142</id><published>2009-01-31T17:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T18:12:16.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Plan</title><content type='html'>After the panic subsides, it's time to form the game plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game now is capital preservation. Time to rebalance portfolios and reassess risk ratings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule number 1. Take care of yourself first. A financial advisor is of no use if they are worried about themselves, subliminally affecting their decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule number 2. Don't panic. In a market this small it is easy to crash the system. I need to have my game face ready by monday, which means I have to sort myself out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New currency distribution - 33% in foreign currency. Had this underlying rule but given poor rate of return, got greedy and overbalanced on the TT side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 3 - Obey your best rule of thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 4 - Even spread TT risk between institutions, overbalanced on this as well. See rule 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright time frame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnival is here, whilst diminished there should be enough FOREX flowing in the system for my purposes. So rebalance by carnival.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-7512751155402073142?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/7512751155402073142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=7512751155402073142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7512751155402073142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7512751155402073142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/01/game-plan.html' title='Game Plan'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-460504191863511968</id><published>2009-01-30T19:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T19:42:13.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinese Curse</title><content type='html'>May you live in exciting times&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-460504191863511968?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/460504191863511968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=460504191863511968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/460504191863511968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/460504191863511968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-curse.html' title='Chinese Curse'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-591549779278620416</id><published>2009-01-29T02:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T02:30:25.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Leadership</title><content type='html'>Last year, work sent me on the stupid Dale Carnegie Leadership Training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Total waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always surprised that leadership exists within me, since it only comes out in crisis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You find  that the ride is getting kind of bumpy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise that the driver is losing control,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout for help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no one arrives....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you do ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-591549779278620416?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/591549779278620416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=591549779278620416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/591549779278620416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/591549779278620416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/01/leadership.html' title='Leadership'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-4962076646782646476</id><published>2009-01-25T20:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T20:31:56.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A jump into the Abyss</title><content type='html'>Years ago, in university, a group of us pooled together to buy a friend the gift of a bungee jump. She turned it down, company was nice we got a refund and had drinks but at the time I couldn't understand why she didn't want to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now facing the figurative abyss, I understand what she must have felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you are prepared and there are safety ropes, there are still risks associated with taking the plunge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's even more precarious because I have to do a tandem jump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I want him to say yes or no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would probably be somewhat relieved if he says no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, here we go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-4962076646782646476?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/4962076646782646476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=4962076646782646476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4962076646782646476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4962076646782646476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/01/jump-into-abyss.html' title='A jump into the Abyss'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-7694986538057895740</id><published>2009-01-18T19:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:50:50.751-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stopping a rolling boulder</title><content type='html'>This is going to hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I feel the need to make an attempt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-7694986538057895740?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/7694986538057895740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=7694986538057895740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7694986538057895740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7694986538057895740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/01/stopping-rolling-boulder.html' title='Stopping a rolling boulder'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-4864076459050921486</id><published>2009-01-14T19:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T19:47:35.839-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Viekevie</title><content type='html'>Today was a real viekevie day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean it was like impossible to keep focus, anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Too much competing, conflicting information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow afternoon's meeting is going to be much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leadership cannot be taught, it must be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the plunge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-4864076459050921486?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/4864076459050921486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=4864076459050921486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4864076459050921486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4864076459050921486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/01/viekevie.html' title='Viekevie'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-8480760177778600981</id><published>2009-01-11T21:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T21:17:40.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Design</title><content type='html'>Just because you are on a well trodden path, doesn't mean it leads to where you want to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year is the big 3 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I accomplished?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned&lt;br /&gt;to love and to let go&lt;br /&gt;to fight and to look before rushing into the fray&lt;br /&gt;to keep a dream in the field of vision, but not be afraid to pass by a road that seems to lead to it&lt;br /&gt;that sometimes courage is confronting the known rather than the unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be who I am now, if things had been different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't want it any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-8480760177778600981?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/8480760177778600981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=8480760177778600981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to catch up on some other activities. But I just had to say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see that "advanced" decay body they found today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He no doubt died last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the real count at 1,000.&lt;br /&gt;545 + 15% (unfound bodies) = 627 + 373 (missing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I don't feel unsafe day to day, maybe I'm oblivious but it was sunny today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-82706446838181210?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/82706446838181210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=82706446838181210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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an end, so I can move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K gets to progress to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find a new extracurricular come July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find something to invest in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-1811675744263629636?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/1811675744263629636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=1811675744263629636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1811675744263629636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1811675744263629636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-1291714445114499318</id><published>2008-12-25T18:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T18:31:11.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Year of the Ox</title><content type='html'>We are coming to the end of the year of the Rat and unto the year of the Ox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ox means hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangely, the year of the Rat has been good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just the right balance of sameness and change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to looking forward.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-1291714445114499318?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/1291714445114499318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=1291714445114499318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1291714445114499318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1291714445114499318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/12/year-of-ox.html' title='Year of the Ox'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-3920589251755234041</id><published>2008-12-21T21:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T21:14:51.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Annuity</title><content type='html'>Turns out the annuity, lead me to realise that my PAYE was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;HR going to hear my mouth in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-3920589251755234041?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-458883141947503697</id><published>2008-12-16T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T19:58:09.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling out to sea</title><content type='html'>You know it's been a bad day, when I've reverted to Dar Williams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-458883141947503697?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/458883141947503697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=458883141947503697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/458883141947503697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/458883141947503697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/12/calling-out-to-sea.html' title='Calling out to sea'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-4268621648899544038</id><published>2008-12-13T18:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T18:43:56.984-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spelling and Grammar</title><content type='html'>I can't bring myself to correct a lot of the bad spelling of my students. I, myself without autocorrect can't even spell potential correctly half the time and I use it on a fairly regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure it call all be attributed to dyslexia either. The English Language is a funny thing, words don't look, how they sound. Take a simple word like "because" it should look like becoz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next thing is grammar. My grammar is also appauling, but like I say, no one pays me to write. But due to force, my programming syntax is getting better these days, but that will quickly dissappear once I stop doing it on a daily basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is the point, my students don't really need a high level of written language on an every day basis. One drives, we don't really read when we drive, driving requires the exact sort of 3D perception that dyslexics are supposed to possess. So if you can't tell that on a 2D piece of paper which way "the" is pointing, who really cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gone to look for some pictures for the spelling review next Jan...&lt;br /&gt;Scissors - maybe I am not that bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-4268621648899544038?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/4268621648899544038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=4268621648899544038' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4268621648899544038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4268621648899544038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/12/spelling-and-grammar.html' title='Spelling and Grammar'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-4165669819063579990</id><published>2008-12-04T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:38:11.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Priorities</title><content type='html'>Have any hope that the person who is in power during the next boom will build us a hospital before giving themselves a palace?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-4165669819063579990?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/4165669819063579990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=4165669819063579990' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4165669819063579990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4165669819063579990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/12/priorities.html' title='Priorities'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-4581587674841263521</id><published>2008-11-27T18:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:08:30.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That time of year again</title><content type='html'>Around this time of year, I watch the tax payable on my bonus and think. I should get an annuity. Unfortunately in this respect, I have too much knowledge to be sold by a regular agent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An annuity is by nature a long term product. In my case it matures in 20 years. Therefore the decision in choosing your pension provider is not one to take lightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have a reasonable belief that the company will be around when you come to collect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've boiled it down to Tatil and Scotia. It's not that I don't have confidence in Guardian, Sagicor, Clico etc. It's just personal preference really and I have a hook up in both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second are you being sold the correct product. Whilst I was living in the UK there was a huge misselling of pensions scandal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically they would sell you the product they got the most commission on, not the product that best suited your needs.&lt;br /&gt;In the end the law judgement was that agents were liable for the first ten years of the policy life and persistency rates became part of regulatory reporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The persistency rate is the number of policies sold x number of years ago to which policyholders are still actively contributing.  It is expected to decrease over time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the local insurance companies are front end commission based, hence the same incentive for misselling exists in the market. In one case the commission is as high as 40% of contributions in the first year. Evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So question for agent. What is your persistency rate? Even if I have to explain what it is, you should still be able to give it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second question, What life expectancy are your commutation factors based on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The commutation factor is what is $1.00 worth at maturity for the rest of your life. Now we don't actually work out life tables for this country so you will be assumed to be living in the UK, US or Canada depending on the affliation of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However hopefully as medical advances continue, it should be assumed that life expectancy also increases so that $1.00 should be worth more. Ideally the commutation in the quote should consider this.&lt;br /&gt;For myself female at age 50 it should be somewhere between 12 and 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next question is how are the assets managed and do you have control to balance the fund. This is a valid question for Scotia not for Tatil.&lt;br /&gt;They should ideally have some long term bonds in the fund but the government doesn't issue many of these so we are always mismatching the durations of the assets to the liabilities in this country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at the end of all this I'll probably still end up banking on my tree farm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-4581587674841263521?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/4581587674841263521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=4581587674841263521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4581587674841263521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4581587674841263521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/11/that-time-of-year-again.html' title='That time of year again'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-6419899941145768842</id><published>2008-11-21T19:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T20:43:20.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Market</title><content type='html'>We usually go to the Central Market on a Sunday morning. You have to leave the house by 7am if you want to meet a good range of products. On arriving to the market, we drive around to the back to look for a park. There are no lines in the car park but Trinis do a pretty good job of spacing out the lines of cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst going through the back entrance you get a very pungent whiff of urine as it is down wind from the public restrooms. There is a large skiff and usually by this time, piles of cork husks once corn is available. Just pass the entrance is a pineapple/ watermelon vendor and a coconut vendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vendors tend to specialise. Citrus vendors sell citrus maybe some banana, odd grap of coconuts. Paw Paw vendors paw paw and so on.&lt;br /&gt;These speciality vendors tend to be in the back (priority side) and sell off their pickups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the shed are the clothes vendors on the back and dry good on the front. On the front side are assorted vegetable vendors. Here you get the imported carrot, cabbage etc mixed with the local cucumber, christophene etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid I don't know most of the vendors names, but I can split up with my shopping partner and say "meet you by sours" Sours is the always sour potato man. Or I will say I gon by rover. Rover is a lady fish vendor who drives a rover. Clearly fish vending is good business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the strangers who are not regulars with spring balance scales don't give true weight. Beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Generally market comes up to $300 these days, it used to be $200, this does not include fish. But considering how much time it takes the fruit to grow the prices are good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paw paw - 6 months&lt;br /&gt;Banana - 3 months&lt;br /&gt;Coconut - 3 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years to grow, minutes to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-6419899941145768842?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/6419899941145768842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=6419899941145768842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/6419899941145768842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/6419899941145768842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/11/central-market.html' title='Central Market'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-866585056626449445</id><published>2008-11-18T20:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:07:46.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Negative NPV</title><content type='html'>Going to look for some articles on what to do if due to current economic outlook your project now has a negative NPV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely this must be a very topical subject at the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-866585056626449445?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/866585056626449445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=866585056626449445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/866585056626449445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/866585056626449445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/11/negative-npv.html' title='Negative NPV'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-372662258476350534</id><published>2008-11-18T20:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:03:03.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time stands still</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/117/299571298_30686b981d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/117/299571298_30686b981d_m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Check date posted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-372662258476350534?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/372662258476350534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=372662258476350534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/372662258476350534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/372662258476350534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/11/time-stands-still.html' title='Time stands still'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/117/299571298_30686b981d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-8014279821054383385</id><published>2008-11-07T23:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:50:38.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>86 year old aunt on Barack Obama's win</title><content type='html'>"The world has gone crazy. Who ever heard of a black man ruling white men. There is going to be a lot more oppression... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst I do think the old woman is depressingly pessimistic, she is by no means addled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsh economic situations, tend to make us most divisive like crabs in a barrel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I am young enough that I dare to hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-8014279821054383385?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/8014279821054383385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=8014279821054383385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/8014279821054383385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/8014279821054383385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/11/86-year-old-aunt-on-barack-obamas-win.html' title='86 year old aunt on Barack Obama&apos;s win'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-760580648568321264</id><published>2008-11-02T12:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T13:04:36.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I sell/ give away</title><content type='html'>All my things I no longer use? Create some space ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Shocked CD&lt;br /&gt;Indigo Girls CD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linoleum for carving, Linoleum carving set.&lt;br /&gt;Art straws&lt;br /&gt;Raffia&lt;br /&gt;Wool assorted crochet and knitting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Embroidery stuff&lt;br /&gt;Match stick model never completed&lt;br /&gt;Trivia Pursuit sets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what ever else lies in storage on my top two shelves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm all that effort.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-760580648568321264?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/760580648568321264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=760580648568321264' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/760580648568321264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/760580648568321264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/11/should-i-sell-give-away.html' title='Should I sell/ give away'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-1777720341065056116</id><published>2008-10-31T18:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:08:08.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Other things</title><content type='html'>Was seriously screwed over at work this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Other Things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got five okra and two bodi this week.&lt;br /&gt;The Bodi is coming nicely, but  it has too much vine on that trellis between it the pepper vine and poui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corn is a dismal failure, as was trip to land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike everyone else in the house, I have not gotten the flu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am officially on track for the course. Very pleased about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is only five days to one week's vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally get the pj, multiple user development done by someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good visit to the beach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-1777720341065056116?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/1777720341065056116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=1777720341065056116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1777720341065056116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1777720341065056116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/10/other-things.html' title='Other things'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-4051967898596702025</id><published>2008-10-21T21:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T21:42:08.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Premium Gas</title><content type='html'>Uhm... so now that the market price has fallen, the "opportunity" cost of the subsidy no longer exists. So...any bets that it takes two more IMF reports to revert the Premium gas price to $3.00...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Education is about learning to think for yourself. Maybe the Mrs. could help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-4051967898596702025?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/4051967898596702025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=4051967898596702025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4051967898596702025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/4051967898596702025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/10/premium-gas.html' title='Premium Gas'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-2893758649732754094</id><published>2008-10-20T15:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T15:43:21.291-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My christmas wish.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjB-GBJNXJ8/SPzfPgIY2hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zblDkgpkwLE/s1600-h/My+desire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjB-GBJNXJ8/SPzfPgIY2hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zblDkgpkwLE/s320/My+desire.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259323922278046226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-2893758649732754094?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/2893758649732754094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=2893758649732754094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2893758649732754094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2893758649732754094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-christmas-wish.html' title='My christmas wish.'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EjB-GBJNXJ8/SPzfPgIY2hI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zblDkgpkwLE/s72-c/My+desire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-5148255270734432943</id><published>2008-10-11T23:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T00:03:14.012-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At least eight months</title><content type='html'>It's going to take at least eight months for the slow down to hit Trinidad in full. Why, because the government has the heritage fund to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for the naive who believe that they can't do a "Prevatt" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you really trust any of the signatories on the fund?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-5148255270734432943?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/5148255270734432943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=5148255270734432943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/5148255270734432943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/5148255270734432943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/10/at-least-eight-months.html' title='At least eight months'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-315228190688353759</id><published>2008-10-04T19:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T19:37:08.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brisingr</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you have to go around the world and back to arrive at a point two steps away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is sad but true fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only Brom had just taken Eragon to the elves and told him the truth, (pg 101, Eragon).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm rereading after the revelations of Brisingr. Everything is obvious with hindsight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two years to await the conclusion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-315228190688353759?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/315228190688353759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=315228190688353759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/315228190688353759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/315228190688353759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/10/brisingr.html' title='Brisingr'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-8197943634778634935</id><published>2008-09-29T23:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T23:16:36.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not Cat</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow I'm going to negotiate my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am past anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am almost at defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing I want most is something intangible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a chance to glimpse what might have been.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's probably a delusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other party will never understand why it's a deal breaker for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a point when the wrong choice for the right reasons, becomes the right choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-8197943634778634935?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/8197943634778634935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=8197943634778634935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/8197943634778634935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/8197943634778634935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-not-cat.html' title='I&apos;m not Cat'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-3776068396820022979</id><published>2008-09-28T21:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T21:16:12.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Shop</title><content type='html'>The best movie in the Film Festival so far.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-3776068396820022979?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/3776068396820022979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=3776068396820022979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3776068396820022979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3776068396820022979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/09/candy-shop.html' title='Candy Shop'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-2971849507853719344</id><published>2008-09-22T22:08:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:17:35.192-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bastante</title><content type='html'>Just came back from &lt;a href="http://www.thepriceofsugar.com/"&gt;The Price of Sugar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have to say I am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;I've spent the last few days moping because I'm not happy with the current work situation. But I have to say, my life is really not very shitty. In fact it's pretty spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have running water, more or less constant.&lt;br /&gt;I have electricity and unlimited broadband.&lt;br /&gt;And I have never had to make hard financial decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always had enough, perhaps not all I wanted, but  enough. Bastante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-2971849507853719344?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/2971849507853719344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=2971849507853719344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2971849507853719344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2971849507853719344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/09/bastante.html' title='Bastante'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-5734318704586315756</id><published>2008-09-22T22:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T22:08:48.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cascade Taxi Fare</title><content type='html'>Is now $4.00&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-5734318704586315756?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/5734318704586315756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=5734318704586315756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/5734318704586315756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/5734318704586315756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/09/cascade-taxi-fare.html' title='Cascade Taxi Fare'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-3728042748375727674</id><published>2008-09-21T18:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:34:50.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamfall</title><content type='html'>I have just finished reading Dreamfall, the final in a series by Joan Vinge. I can't believe that after what Cat has gone through, Ms Vinge intended for him to end up still drifting. But we'll never know since the author had a debilitating car crash shortly after she wrote it and hasn't written anything since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to find a more hopeful book, Brisingr, is next. After that I'll probably taper off the sci-fi/fantasy theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this was a good time for me to read Dreamfall, It reminded of the need for compromise and well that sometimes you have to make hard choices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"None of this would have happened. But other things would have. Maybe they wouldn't have been any better"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-3728042748375727674?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/3728042748375727674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=3728042748375727674' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3728042748375727674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3728042748375727674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/09/dreamfall.html' title='Dreamfall'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-53610807671147157</id><published>2008-09-14T17:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T18:32:47.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I must not tell lies</title><content type='html'>There have been several &lt;a href="http://flutrackers.com/forum/archive/index.php?t-70335.html"&gt;news reports&lt;/a&gt; about dengue over the last few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the &lt;a href="http://www.newsday.co.tt/news/0,84495.html"&gt;official status&lt;/a&gt; is that there is no dengue outbreak in Trinidad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I believe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the dengue reality reached me over a month ago. Since then friends, family and co-workers have all come down with the disease. A few have reached hospital, thankfully none have died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;a href="http://www.newsday.co.tt/politics/0,86223.html"&gt;Patrick&lt;/a&gt; is like &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Potter_and_the_Order_of_the_Phoenix"&gt;Cornelius Fudge&lt;/a&gt;, and it is only when the serpent appears in the ministry itself that he will believe the truth that is plain to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-53610807671147157?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/53610807671147157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=53610807671147157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/53610807671147157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/53610807671147157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-must-not-tell-lies.html' title='I must not tell lies'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-7657398621705577141</id><published>2008-09-07T19:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T20:22:36.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>September 8, 2008</title><content type='html'>I am going to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, short of Inshan getting arrested under the terrorism bill again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why, because I don't know what exactly we are protesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not for this general protest thing, it is too oanti.&lt;br /&gt;At some point you have to stop being anti and start being for something.&lt;br /&gt;The opposition still hasn't figured out what they are for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you invited me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remove VAT from fast food/ food preparation enterprises.&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to pay VAT on my KFC. I might support you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Come take part in some guerrilla planting on some state lands, with trees, ie stuff that would provide food but not require lots of aftercare like breadfruit. I would come with spade in hand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;But to stay home- in this weather and do what exactly? No that does help. I'll do more good helping ALTA register students on Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-7657398621705577141?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/7657398621705577141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=7657398621705577141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7657398621705577141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7657398621705577141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-8-2008.html' title='September 8, 2008'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-7720508982236663488</id><published>2008-09-04T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T17:59:40.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what is a man, what has he got?&lt;br /&gt;If not himself, then he has naught&lt;br /&gt;To say the things he truly feels and not the words of one who kneels&lt;br /&gt;The record shows I took the blows and did it my way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-7720508982236663488?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/7720508982236663488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=7720508982236663488' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7720508982236663488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7720508982236663488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-there-were-times-im-sure-you-knew.html' title='Yes, there were times, I&apos;m sure you knew When I bit off more than I could chew'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-6524245691441494055</id><published>2008-09-02T17:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:24:26.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Steups</title><content type='html'>Daz alls Iz feelin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De wuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De plant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waitin for Bringsr to dilude me mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-6524245691441494055?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/6524245691441494055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=6524245691441494055' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/6524245691441494055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/6524245691441494055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/09/steups.html' title='Steups'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-6253015172821863343</id><published>2008-08-16T21:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:03:22.958-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rice and Breadfruit</title><content type='html'>Breadfruit is in season again, this is the second time for the year. If we would pick and process it, if only to use it for livestock feed, we could probably cut down on the wheat/rice import bill and dependency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to get some ole time hill rice to try an experimental bed. Just to see how it comes out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The corn is doing OK, but it is suffering from too much water. The rain is really taking a toll on the other plants as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bodi is being eaten by the birds, heck everyting is being eaten by the birds and some insect or other. Organic is not viable for commercial production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickier is coming along well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need to make a professional tree climber friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-6253015172821863343?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/6253015172821863343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=6253015172821863343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/6253015172821863343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/6253015172821863343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/08/rice-and-breadfruit.html' title='Rice and Breadfruit'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-5270783583048267563</id><published>2008-08-05T20:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T20:07:18.559-04:00</updated><title type='text'>clan mentality</title><content type='html'>When things go wrong, Trinidadians resort to clan mentality. It was one of the most infuriating things I found when I returned. Everyone asks you so is XX your family? Forget individuality, someone will judge you because of what your grandfather did to his father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between that and a commissioner of police who can't secure his own house, we are doomed to self destruct, sooner rather than later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-5270783583048267563?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/5270783583048267563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=5270783583048267563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/5270783583048267563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/5270783583048267563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/08/clan-mentality.html' title='clan mentality'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-7180130422621263752</id><published>2008-07-28T21:27:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T21:28:36.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Real or perceived</title><content type='html'>So what was the real reason the current prime minister and leader of the opposition were NOT in the Red house on July 27, 1990?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-7180130422621263752?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/7180130422621263752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=7180130422621263752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7180130422621263752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/7180130422621263752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/07/real-or-perceived.html' title='Real or perceived'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-2022098887060817832</id><published>2008-07-21T23:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T23:42:23.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Hour work week</title><content type='html'>Absolute Hogwash!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of another theory I once bought into. That you could change your life by travelling. Travel as a road to transformation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere, I realised I was just running. It gets kind of tiring to keep running. Don't get me wrong Travel can be enlightening but it doesn't transform you. There is no quick fix, well not for me at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it takes more courage and strength to face the known, than the unknown. Sometimes you close your eyes and take the risk to stay rather than flee to somewhere "better".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you leave for a better life&lt;br /&gt;You will have to fight for that life wherever you go.&lt;br /&gt;You do not choose to fight in this life.&lt;br /&gt;To live is to struggle, to fight&lt;br /&gt;But you can pick your battleground."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-2022098887060817832?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/2022098887060817832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=2022098887060817832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2022098887060817832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2022098887060817832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/07/4-hour-work-week.html' title='4 Hour work week'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-1309902891166601093</id><published>2008-07-20T17:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:38:29.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>Well if they had known all it would take to kick in avatar state was a rock on the back, I think Saka would have done it a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least the authors did not feel the need unlike some others(HPDH), to needlessly kill off some of the main characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next serial I am looking forward to is the last book in the Eragon series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All's well that ends well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-1309902891166601093?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/1309902891166601093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=1309902891166601093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1309902891166601093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1309902891166601093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/07/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-560242036389590183</id><published>2008-07-16T22:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T22:21:44.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing up</title><content type='html'>The corn is now taller than me but the paw paw is suffering from fungus. Too much rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about volunteering for the evening shift for a while. 4-10pm everyday. They will be providing dinner and transport so it's not a bad deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a night owl anyway. The final season of Avatar is here. I'll miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to find out how his chakra gets unclear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-560242036389590183?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/560242036389590183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=560242036389590183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/560242036389590183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/560242036389590183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/07/growing-up.html' title='Growing up'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-8490732177678771431</id><published>2008-07-07T21:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T21:34:03.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropout</title><content type='html'>Been feeling stressed out. Sometimes when I'm tired and feeling unappreciated I learnt to do something you are really good at.&lt;br /&gt;Hence the reason I have been spending hours playing &lt;a href="http://ww1.freearcade.com/Dropout.jav/Dropout.html"&gt;dropout&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now consistently in the top five and am aiming for one of the all time top scores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-8490732177678771431?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/8490732177678771431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=8490732177678771431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/8490732177678771431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/8490732177678771431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/07/dropout.html' title='Dropout'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-8514053556228126437</id><published>2008-06-30T20:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:47:09.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100th post</title><content type='html'>Wow, OK this is officially my longest lasting blog. The others usually died before this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been blog reading much, mostly because I have been reading books. I read by vaps. One month it is like a book a day, then I don't read for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been to the Logos as yet, but they aren't good for fiction books, but might have some non-fiction bargains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that the school term is over I have six hours a week extra, need to find something constructive to do with them. Thinking about taking up sowing. Never mind my friends who laugh. The best deal I have found is a $700 Brother at Standard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The variance on small appliances like this is enormous in this country, mostly because of the large number of small resellers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-8514053556228126437?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/8514053556228126437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=8514053556228126437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/8514053556228126437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/8514053556228126437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/06/100th-post.html' title='100th post'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-8542437635080426720</id><published>2008-06-23T21:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:22:00.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Littlest Hobo</title><content type='html'>I'm bored at work. It's not there is not a lot of work to do, but I have passed the learning curve. Now it's just a bunch of nonsensical bureaucracy.  So  I am vaguely looking to move, not something better necessarily just different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my greatest weakness this instinct to flee. To unroot myself and look for a thermal to catch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primary School - Didn't change school, but essentially became part of the class I took lessons with at another school.&lt;br /&gt;Secondary School - Changed school in the middle of lower six- turned out to be a good move.&lt;br /&gt;University - Dropped out in the middle of final year, completed a different final year programme the next academic year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since then I have as many jobs in as many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;There's a voice&lt;br /&gt;That keeps on calling me&lt;br /&gt;Down the road&lt;br /&gt;That's where I'll always be&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-8542437635080426720?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/8542437635080426720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=8542437635080426720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/8542437635080426720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/8542437635080426720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/06/littlest-hobo.html' title='Littlest Hobo'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-2688773658315051890</id><published>2008-06-20T18:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T18:27:36.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>yuh is a trini when.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh get ‘licks’ with a guava whip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh could name three kinds of mango. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh know how to scootch somebody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh use to collect FRICO milk toys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh know how to brakes a fall with a drink in yuh hand.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh could point with yuh mouth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh could make chow with anything………anything! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh know how to storm a party. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh have a ‘jep ness’ in de gallery. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh get sting by de same ‘jep’ and try to kill the ‘jep’ with a broom and      get sting again! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh drink anything with ice in it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh EAT the ice when yuh finish the drink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh eat doubles for breakfast on a Sunday morning or any morning.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh does bite up chicken bone then spit it out on the plate even if eating      out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh eat bread and condensed milk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh does call any hot drink ‘tea’. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh does say “boy” at the start of a sentence. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh does say “man” at the end of the sentence. So the person grow up between      de sentence ent? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh does get “vex” and not angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh does call any vaccination an “injection”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh once own a bata or a 'flame' to go to school and coast them.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                “ENT” means yes, no, really, true etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                yuh mother does make de best sweetbread and pelau.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh father beat yuh for no reason. (abuse) and when yuh cry he ask “what yuh      crying for?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh shorten sentences by saying “whayuhsaying” and “whahappening”.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Fellas, yuh flirt by having a foolish grin while raising yuh eyebrows.      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh know what is de meaning of “dotish” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh own a cutlass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 150%; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                Yuh break biche at least once in yuh life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•                For you rain is a good excuse to miss school and work. Yuh could be living      on a hill and somehow the &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;place get flood      out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•      &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yuh know what a macko is....&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•      &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yuh don't like when a macko minding yuh business but yet you      guilty of mackoing...... dont lie! yuh know yuh &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;fas!&lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;" lang="EN-TT"&gt;•   &lt;span style="color:navy;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy;"&gt;             Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uh guilty of saying at least one of these expressions on a      daily basis: 'waaay boy', 'dread', 'for real', 'nah man', 'stop it nah',      'scene', 'yuh done know', 'daz my one', 'wham to she boy'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-2688773658315051890?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/2688773658315051890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=2688773658315051890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2688773658315051890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/2688773658315051890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/06/yuh-is-trini-when.html' title='yuh is a trini when.....'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-3372211331958513681</id><published>2008-06-16T18:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T18:47:13.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not quite</title><content type='html'>Spoke a little soon, the rains aren't quite here. But I've already planted so I am committed. The guvament corn seed are growing quite nicely. Also planting sorrel for the first time. Cane season is almost gone. Pigeon peas is still fruiting he must be confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-3372211331958513681?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/3372211331958513681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=3372211331958513681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3372211331958513681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/3372211331958513681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/06/not-quite.html' title='Not quite'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1606179606156942803.post-1641057455032803131</id><published>2008-06-13T08:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T08:10:04.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The rains have come</title><content type='html'>Oh how very special are we&lt;br /&gt;For just a moment to be&lt;br /&gt;Part of life, eternally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh how very special are we&lt;br /&gt;To have on our family tree&lt;br /&gt;Mother Earth and Father Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turns the seasons around&lt;br /&gt;And so she changes her gown&lt;br /&gt;But they always look in their prime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1606179606156942803-1641057455032803131?l=4dogeaters.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/feeds/1641057455032803131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1606179606156942803&amp;postID=1641057455032803131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1641057455032803131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1606179606156942803/posts/default/1641057455032803131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://4dogeaters.blogspot.com/2008/06/rains-have-come.html' title='The rains have come'/><author><name>Viekevie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05414521944731568133</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
