<?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-6498716036610410845</id><updated>2011-10-13T07:15:29.746-07:00</updated><category term='photographers'/><category term='anger'/><category term='women'/><category term='men'/><category term='opponent'/><category term='enemies'/><category term='fake'/><category term='I spy'/><category term='msblasianpersuasion'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='money'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Straight...NO Chaser</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msblasianp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498716036610410845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msblasianp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diana "Ms. Blasian Persuasion" Lorenzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05499746469208257181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufO_9GWE4Bg/SsQIEFRQm2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/S4PBQ2nIZ1E/S220/DSC_0412+(3).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498716036610410845.post-7858613894473510096</id><published>2010-02-07T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T18:09:49.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I See You Aiming at My Pedestal...."</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5CSanders%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;&lt;!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face	{font-family:Wingdings;	panose-1:5 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 0;	mso-font-charset:2;	mso-generic-font-family:auto;	mso-font-pitch:variable;	mso-font-signature:0 268435456 0 0 -2147483648 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal	{mso-style-parent:"";	margin:0in;	margin-bottom:.0001pt;	mso-pagination:widow-orphan;	font-size:12.0pt;	font-family:"Times New Roman";	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";}@page Section1	{size:8.5in 11.0in;	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;	mso-header-margin:.5in;	mso-footer-margin:.5in;	mso-paper-source:0;}div.Section1	{page:Section1;}--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So…today a message came through on my BlackBerry. It was from an unknown number, but judging from the angry undertones of the SIMPLE MINDED message I pretty much have an idea of who it is. I don’t EVER get unwanted messages, but this COWARDLY message was sent through an ANONYMOUS number that actually doesn’t event exist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; WOW! I thought to myself as I looked at the words of the message. Who actually has time to go through all the trouble of sending something so STUPID?? That was another clue as to who sent the message to me. There is only ONE person I know of that has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING BETTER TO DO than sit around (jobless), while getting FAT, and try to steal MY JOY!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA! Funny how the message said: “yup, Karma is a bitch”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh is that right??? Such a TRUE statement my friend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; While you are sitting at home, internet thuggin (because I DOUBLE DARE you to come say all that NONSENSE to my face) I am on my laptop handling numbers for MY BUSINESS. A SUCCESSFUL one at that. Later, I will have dinner with the love of my life and our family while we sit around and laugh at this person’s IGNORANCE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I would keep writing, but I have money to make. Something “Anonymous” is unfamiliar with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes…Karma IS a bitch. Don’t throw stones if you live in a glass house….go play in traffic and have a nice day &lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498716036610410845-7858613894473510096?l=msblasianp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msblasianp.blogspot.com/feeds/7858613894473510096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://msblasianp.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-see-you-aiming-at-my-pedestal.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498716036610410845/posts/default/7858613894473510096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498716036610410845/posts/default/7858613894473510096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msblasianp.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-see-you-aiming-at-my-pedestal.html' title='&quot;I See You Aiming at My Pedestal....&quot;'/><author><name>Diana "Ms. Blasian Persuasion" Lorenzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05499746469208257181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufO_9GWE4Bg/SsQIEFRQm2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/S4PBQ2nIZ1E/S220/DSC_0412+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498716036610410845.post-4274071142682498805</id><published>2009-11-24T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T06:32:38.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Dumb Shit"  *First  Name Last Name*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is &lt;i&gt;TOO&lt;/i&gt; easy to get &lt;i&gt;SO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;busy and caught up in work, school, kids or whatever your “hustle” or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;grind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; is that sometimes no matter how high we have ou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;r guards &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Dumb Shit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;" somehow finds a way to slip through a crack and make its way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; into our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Dumb Shit&lt;/b&gt;" is a coward. "&lt;b&gt;Dumb Shit&lt;/b&gt;" is a sneaky little bitch. "&lt;b&gt;Dumb Shit&lt;/b&gt;" will creep around in the background. "&lt;b&gt;Dumb Shit&lt;/b&gt;" lurks in the shadows and waits for you to make a major or positive move and that’s when she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;’ll take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; action. She will talk shit about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; (behind your back of course) to your friends and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;family.S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; will see you running towards your goals and throw a stick in your path to trip you up, but act like she was no where around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; when you look around to see who did it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. "&lt;b&gt;Dumb Shit&lt;/b&gt;" gets on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;these &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;social sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;es, starts petty arguments and then plays the victim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. "&lt;b&gt;Dumb Shit&lt;/b&gt;" will lie on you with every breath that comes out of her mouth. "&lt;b&gt;Dumb Shit&lt;/b&gt;" will throw a rock at the perso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;n standing in front of you and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;point&amp;nbsp; to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;i&gt;YOU &lt;/i&gt;when that person turns around to find out who did it and leave you to fight for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Dumb Shit&lt;/b&gt;" doesn’t just come into your life in the form of spiteful, deceitful acts from an enemy, a bitter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;baby mama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; or baby daddy, spiteful ex, jealous co-worker, etc. "&lt;b&gt;Dumb Shit&lt;/b&gt;" is on some Matrix type shit and will take form as malicious back stabbing drama from a family member, best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;,girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; or boyfriend, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Don't worry, it has happened to the best of us. There’s nothing wrong with letting "&lt;b&gt;Dumb Shit&lt;/b&gt;" slip by every now and then. That means you are WORKING and GRINDING EXTRA SUPER HARD.What matters is…&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.how&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; you handle "&lt;b&gt;Dumb Shit&lt;/b&gt;" when you&lt;i&gt; do&lt;/i&gt; finally realize she is “standing” in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;VIP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; your &lt;b&gt;TRUE&lt;/b&gt; friends and family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;poppin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ottles that &lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt; bought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;. What's my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;advice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; When you do look over and do a double t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;ake because you ABSOLUTELY CANNOT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;believe that "&lt;b&gt;Dumb Shit&lt;/b&gt;" has the NERVE to be smiling in your face like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;you're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; a dummy….smile back.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Yes&lt;/b&gt;! Smile Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: orange; margin: 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; as soon as you get "&lt;b&gt;Dumb Shit&lt;/b&gt;" in a dark alley….beat the shit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;outta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; her and do what you have to do to make sure she comes up missing. Make sure that bitch will never come back into your life and make things difficult for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; TRUE GRINDERS don’t have time for "&lt;b&gt;Dumb Shit&lt;/b&gt;" that isn't contributing to our success. If this offends you or you are taking this the wrong way then &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;YOU&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; may be related to "&lt;b&gt;Dumb Shit&lt;/b&gt;". Maybe you two are distant cousins or something. If that's the case, then truthfully…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;NONE OF US give a damn about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;how you feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: lime; margin: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498716036610410845-4274071142682498805?l=msblasianp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msblasianp.blogspot.com/feeds/4274071142682498805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://msblasianp.blogspot.com/2009/11/dumb-shit-first-name-last-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498716036610410845/posts/default/4274071142682498805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498716036610410845/posts/default/4274071142682498805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msblasianp.blogspot.com/2009/11/dumb-shit-first-name-last-name.html' title='&quot;Dumb Shit&quot;  *First  Name Last Name*'/><author><name>Diana "Ms. Blasian Persuasion" Lorenzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05499746469208257181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufO_9GWE4Bg/SsQIEFRQm2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/S4PBQ2nIZ1E/S220/DSC_0412+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498716036610410845.post-8479566693880273506</id><published>2009-10-13T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T16:47:06.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='enemies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opponent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anger'/><title type='text'>Behind Enemy Lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Have any of you ever had&amp;nbsp;someone make the ultimate mistake of &lt;em&gt;underestimating&lt;/em&gt; you? Someone that just &lt;strong&gt;flat out&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;said&lt;/em&gt; something to or about you, then turn around and say to their lil homeboy or homegirl "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;she/he aint shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;As they take that last turn on their heel as theyre walking away…before they can even get the word "&lt;em&gt;shit&lt;/em&gt;" out their mouth, you find that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; last bit of that &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pure uncooked uncut raw&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;DESPISE&lt;/span&gt; mixed with straight up savage anger and&amp;nbsp;some sort of&amp;nbsp;animalistic type &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;RAGE&lt;/span&gt; that's been &lt;em&gt;slowly&lt;/em&gt; but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;surely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; building up inside of you and eating away at every little last nerve of &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;very few&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;nerves&amp;nbsp;that you happen to&amp;nbsp;have left, somehow sent a&amp;nbsp;message from&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;DEEP&lt;/strong&gt; within your brain---&amp;gt; down to your arm---&amp;gt; down to your hand. What was the message?&amp;nbsp;The message was actually a COMMAND: “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;grab the back of that ugly neck walking away&lt;/span&gt; from you and proceed to choke the pure shit out of them while yelling: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;“&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Now what!? Say something now!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufO_9GWE4Bg/StTxc3CociI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7cG1PXOrOh0/s1600-h/blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufO_9GWE4Bg/StTxc3CociI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7cG1PXOrOh0/s320/blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;HAHAHAHA.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay okay&lt;/em&gt;. This &lt;em&gt;may&lt;/em&gt; not be the right way to handle things (and Im not saying that its wrong either). Okay…&lt;strong&gt;damn&lt;/strong&gt;…yes its totally wrong *&lt;em&gt;sigh&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I'm often underestimated in a lot of things that I do. As Ive gotten older, my tolerance for a lot of the &lt;strong&gt;B.S.&lt;/strong&gt; has &lt;em&gt;definitely&lt;/em&gt; become almost &lt;strong&gt;non-existent&lt;/strong&gt;. I’ve worked hard for &lt;em&gt;YEARS&lt;/em&gt;, I've put in alot of work, and I've given up alot to accomplish what I have done so far. I’ve BEEN holding down a family while others got to run the streets and party and bullshit. Nine times out of ten...well...eight times out of ten, I am always the bigger person and most the time that has led to me having to carry the weight of biting my tongue in ALOT of situations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Yeah, people hear me cracking jokes. They see the pictures of me smiling, the red carpet events, VIP, calendars, magazines, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Little do the people know. I've been through and survived some crazy things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am one hell of a resilient person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I’ve endured some pretty &lt;strong&gt;unbelievable&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;unnecessary&lt;/strong&gt; crap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;I don’t choose to share that part of my life with many people. If,&amp;nbsp; for some strange reason, I&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;decide to let a person know my REAL story, then&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;congratulations&lt;/span&gt; I consider you &lt;em&gt;family&lt;/em&gt; now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Walk a day in my shoes? &lt;strong&gt;HA&lt;/strong&gt;! These shoes are customed made for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. So please don’t be ignorant and misjudge me thinking that you can do what I do. I’d &lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt; to have to leave a "customized" shoe print on your face. *I’m kidding. Well….&lt;em&gt;not really&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;We all have a life story. Shit…some of us have &lt;strong&gt;NOVELS&lt;/strong&gt;! Do what &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt; do. Stop worrying about the next person. More importantly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"&gt;never under estimate your opponent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Your opponent is &lt;strong&gt;anyone and everyone&lt;/strong&gt;, including&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sometimes. Watch &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; you do and &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt; you say. My motto? "Believe NONE of what you see and NONE of what you hear." Situations change, people change. Friends become enemies, Enemies become friends, Lovers can turn into haters….and you all know the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Well….all I know is…&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I've &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; done &lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt; and to underestimate me is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;going to do anything but give me one more thing to laugh and blog about. Now a days, you &lt;strong&gt;cant&lt;/strong&gt; just be ten steps ahead of someone, you have to be soooo far ahead of them that they cant see anything but the dust you left when you took off running.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Now what!? Say something now!&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;em&gt;sweet smile*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498716036610410845-8479566693880273506?l=msblasianp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msblasianp.blogspot.com/feeds/8479566693880273506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://msblasianp.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-any-of-you-ever-had-anyone-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498716036610410845/posts/default/8479566693880273506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498716036610410845/posts/default/8479566693880273506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msblasianp.blogspot.com/2009/10/have-any-of-you-ever-had-anyone-make.html' title='Behind Enemy Lines'/><author><name>Diana "Ms. Blasian Persuasion" Lorenzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05499746469208257181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufO_9GWE4Bg/SsQIEFRQm2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/S4PBQ2nIZ1E/S220/DSC_0412+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufO_9GWE4Bg/StTxc3CociI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7cG1PXOrOh0/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498716036610410845.post-1676942037269560908</id><published>2009-10-03T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T09:11:07.709-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='men'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I spy'/><title type='text'>I Spy With My Little Eye......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufO_9GWE4Bg/Sse5wpmmDAI/AAAAAAAAABY/EXHhnT5FPE0/s1600-h/chinese-lady-magnifying-glass-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufO_9GWE4Bg/Sse5wpmmDAI/AAAAAAAAABY/EXHhnT5FPE0/s320/chinese-lady-magnifying-glass-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;a man with a camera that claims to be a photographer just so he can take pictures of half naked girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&amp;nbsp;a guy in in the strip club throwin money in the air….but its secretly his &lt;strong&gt;rent money&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... a female that puts pictures on myspace and claims “&lt;em&gt;Im a model."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... a female that cant buy her baby a crib but has the “finest” clothing and “real” jewelry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... rappers that claim&amp;nbsp;they're reppin for “their city” but hates on every other rapper in the city tryin to get on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... promoters that claim certain celebrities will be appearing at their event as a “&lt;em&gt;special invited guest&lt;/em&gt;” but they know the celebrity &lt;strong&gt;WILL NOT BE THERE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... a man that tries to holla at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; female in the club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... women that have&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt; money, go to the club while "ladies get in free" and wait for men to buy them drinks all night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... people who try to “stunt” and buy &lt;strong&gt;ONE&lt;/strong&gt; bottle of Rose' Moet but have to share it with 5 other niggas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... females that&amp;nbsp;smile in your face but &lt;strong&gt;will fuck your man behind your back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... niggas that take pictures with their &lt;em&gt;homeboys&lt;/em&gt; nice car and put the pic up as&lt;em&gt; their&lt;/em&gt; profile pic on myspace and front like its &lt;em&gt;their&lt;/em&gt; car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I spy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;... artists that spend money on jewelry, clothes, women and cars but &lt;strong&gt;NEVER &lt;/strong&gt;want to pay to do shows or get on mixtapes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... single mothers that work hard, never cause problems and still get a bad name because of the baby mamas that DON’T know how to act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... fathers that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ARE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; good fathers and take care of their responsiblites but never get any credit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I spy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;... men that have a wife at home but trick off at the club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-size: large;"&gt;What do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; spy?&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6498716036610410845-1676942037269560908?l=msblasianp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://msblasianp.blogspot.com/feeds/1676942037269560908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://msblasianp.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-spy-with-my-little-eye.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498716036610410845/posts/default/1676942037269560908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6498716036610410845/posts/default/1676942037269560908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://msblasianp.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-spy-with-my-little-eye.html' title='I Spy With My Little Eye......'/><author><name>Diana "Ms. Blasian Persuasion" Lorenzo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05499746469208257181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ufO_9GWE4Bg/SsQIEFRQm2I/AAAAAAAAAAw/S4PBQ2nIZ1E/S220/DSC_0412+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ufO_9GWE4Bg/Sse5wpmmDAI/AAAAAAAAABY/EXHhnT5FPE0/s72-c/chinese-lady-magnifying-glass-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6498716036610410845.post-4023783766287289947</id><published>2009-09-30T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T18:51:38.111-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='msblasianpersuasion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fake'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Loose Lips Sink Ships</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufO_9GWE4Bg/SsN6tNtSZLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5defhgqB2Pc/s1600-h/twitter+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387284496457557170" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ufO_9GWE4Bg/SsN6tNtSZLI/AAAAAAAAAAg/5defhgqB2Pc/s320/twitter+logo.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 214px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Now that we have all discovered and become addicted to Twitter to express our opinions, post quotes and jokes that we find amusing, promote our “work” or to just plain post random and meaningless things such as “I am eating" or "I am walking down the hallway" Twitter has also become the devils playground and also a safe haven for all the “&lt;em&gt;internet thugs&lt;/em&gt;” that are lurking.&lt;br /&gt;The internet has given a lot of individuals &lt;strong&gt;FALSE COURAGE&lt;/strong&gt; to post and tweet like they are invincible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tsk Tsk Tsk&lt;/em&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, everything comes to light. It’s a small world and Twitter has made it even smaller. Be careful what you say on the net. Before you start feeling brave behind your little keyboard in the safety of your cozy little home, I need you to &lt;strong&gt;THINK BEFORE YOU SPEAK&lt;/strong&gt;. People &lt;strong&gt;DO&lt;/strong&gt; take tweets seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;I sit back and observe. I watch people “pop off at the mouth” in their timeline or take little sneak shots at people.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t front, it has happened to me. The pointless sneak disses, the indirect tweets to me. What do &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; do about it? &lt;strong&gt;Absolutely NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;. I prop my feet on my table, sit back, laugh and just wait for shit to hit the fan.&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t I do shit about it? &lt;strong&gt;Because I actually AM SOMEBODY. I do REAL things, I have EVERYTHING to lose and I &lt;em&gt;REFUSE&lt;/em&gt; to shine light on ANYONE that is worth ZERO to me.&lt;/strong&gt; That would be a complete waste of my time. I actually appreciate the negativity. It motivates me to do even better. If you’re “&lt;em&gt;hating&lt;/em&gt;” on what I've done and what I’m doing now….thats GREAT. Soon you’ll be ready to drive yourself off a cliff because Im just getting started.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the “&lt;em&gt;internet thuggin&lt;/em&gt;” doesn’t mean….&lt;strong&gt;SHIT&lt;/strong&gt;. Most of the “&lt;em&gt;shit talkers&lt;/em&gt;” “&lt;em&gt;back stabbers&lt;/em&gt;” “&lt;em&gt;tough guys/girls&lt;/em&gt;” &lt;strong&gt;WILL NOT&lt;/strong&gt; back up what they say when it comes down it. It’s like watching someone talk about what they “would’ve done” when you know for a fact that what they would’ve done is what they &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt;….&lt;strong&gt;NOTHING&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Twitter has given a lot of fake people, a lot of “&lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;” people, a platform to pretend to be something they &lt;strong&gt;NEVER HAVE BEEN AND NEVER WILL BE&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, “popping off at the mouth” doesn’t end on a positive note. It may amuse the idiots that don’t know any better but one day all that “yapping” will catch up. If you aren’t built for war, play your position and &lt;strong&gt;SHUT THE HELL UP&lt;/strong&gt;. 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