<?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-1466648056922347315</id><updated>2011-07-30T08:32:36.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bez Mack's  thoughts and dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bezmack.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1466648056922347315/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bezmack.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bez Mack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277090764252980906</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>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466648056922347315.post-8227408644816511527</id><published>2009-09-20T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T19:28:56.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Slow down on electronics</title><content type='html'>Coming home, he was talking on the phone. The girl on the other end missed him so much that she was counting on the minutes. While he was telling her to get dressed she heard somebody talking to him on the other end then the phone disconnected. Neglecting the food she was eating she run out to get dressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came home with a big surround system; very excited he opened the package and started to place wires where it belongs but only to find out that the package is incomplete. She always wonders why guys are so obsessed about electronics. She observed him trying to figure out what went wrong. She still doesn’t get it though; he says he forgot how to put the wires together but she didn’t buy his story. The truth is he didn’t want to admit to her that he’s been punked. He didn’t have to tell her that because she knows him better than this. He’s blown up inside so she didn’t want to ignite another fire by making him feel guilty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t buy things from a person you don’t know; I don’t know but these days the thefts are so sophisticated that even the police officers take them some time to make it click. I’m not trying to blame him but guys should slow down when it comes to electronics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...going out? I don’t think so but she still hopes so. She was so bored the whole day doing nothing. The jobs she expected to get are not responding at all. She is an optimist though; she believes good things come to her life regardless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1466648056922347315-8227408644816511527?l=bezmack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bezmack.blogspot.com/feeds/8227408644816511527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bezmack.blogspot.com/2009/09/slow-down-on-electronics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1466648056922347315/posts/default/8227408644816511527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1466648056922347315/posts/default/8227408644816511527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bezmack.blogspot.com/2009/09/slow-down-on-electronics.html' title='Slow down on electronics'/><author><name>Bez Mack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277090764252980906</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-1466648056922347315.post-7021782860128245014</id><published>2009-07-03T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T08:00:40.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay back time</title><content type='html'>It is not too long&lt;br /&gt;I remember it&lt;br /&gt;You were crazy&lt;br /&gt;I was ignorant&lt;br /&gt;You use to beg me&lt;br /&gt;For us to meet&lt;br /&gt;You used to cry&lt;br /&gt;So I get laid&lt;br /&gt;When the time comes&lt;br /&gt;When it is my turn&lt;br /&gt;You are already gone&lt;br /&gt;You are far away&lt;br /&gt;No pay back time&lt;br /&gt;For me to play&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1466648056922347315-7021782860128245014?l=bezmack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bezmack.blogspot.com/feeds/7021782860128245014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bezmack.blogspot.com/2009/07/pay-back-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1466648056922347315/posts/default/7021782860128245014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1466648056922347315/posts/default/7021782860128245014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bezmack.blogspot.com/2009/07/pay-back-time.html' title='Pay back time'/><author><name>Bez Mack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277090764252980906</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-1466648056922347315.post-1234457053448420740</id><published>2009-07-02T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T13:40:19.984-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My fingers can’t stop</title><content type='html'>I asked myself if I love you&lt;br /&gt;It said it used to&lt;br /&gt;I asked myself if I still dream of you&lt;br /&gt;It said it used to&lt;br /&gt;I questioned my heart if it beats whenever I think of you&lt;br /&gt;It answered it does not anymore&lt;br /&gt;I requested my mind if I still think of you&lt;br /&gt;It opposed that it does no more&lt;br /&gt;I finally demand my fingers&lt;br /&gt;To tell me so honest&lt;br /&gt;And they said...&lt;br /&gt;They can't help it but to write&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t stop and will not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Mack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277090764252980906</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-1466648056922347315.post-1802264131085412933</id><published>2009-07-02T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T12:10:38.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eminem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXj0ZFF2trs/Sk0GF2WarPI/AAAAAAAAABY/vOmbsi7WTus/s1600-h/00-dj_haze_and_dj_capcom_eminem-before_the_relapse-bootleg-3-2008-bbh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AXj0ZFF2trs/Sk0GF2WarPI/AAAAAAAAABY/vOmbsi7WTus/s320/00-dj_haze_and_dj_capcom_eminem-before_the_relapse-bootleg-3-2008-bbh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353942229572037874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1466648056922347315-1802264131085412933?l=bezmack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bezmack.blogspot.com/feeds/1802264131085412933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bezmack.blogspot.com/2009/07/eminem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1466648056922347315/posts/default/1802264131085412933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1466648056922347315/posts/default/1802264131085412933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bezmack.blogspot.com/2009/07/eminem.html' title='eminem'/><author><name>Bez Mack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277090764252980906</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/_AXj0ZFF2trs/Sk0GF2WarPI/AAAAAAAAABY/vOmbsi7WTus/s72-c/00-dj_haze_and_dj_capcom_eminem-before_the_relapse-bootleg-3-2008-bbh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466648056922347315.post-8084334356863434307</id><published>2009-06-22T10:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T07:53:25.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If we can’t do it let’s not say it</title><content type='html'>When I was in high school there was this saying “ don’t promises a promises unless the promises you promises is a promises” well i hardly know the real meaning till a real deal blow my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got in to this thing I know nothing about and there happened a guy with humble promising helpful hand; thrilled, I gave him my story for him to end it, well he sleep with it and got me in to heart attack. I got no money to go for professionals and whenever I raise the question he keep on telling me that he’s going to finish it the next day. One month later still the same hope and promise…what a crap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is a big difference between making a promises and keeping it. There are some people who get carried away with your sad story and just to make you feel better they give you their word but they hardly know that they are hurting you more. The others with a big mouth knuckle heads say it just to impress others and the next day when they wake up you are not on the list. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how many of us really know the real meaning? How many of us fail to keep our promises? Well God knows that. But what i want to say is if we can’t do it let’s not say it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1466648056922347315-8084334356863434307?l=bezmack.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bezmack.blogspot.com/feeds/8084334356863434307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bezmack.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-i-was-in-high-school-there-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1466648056922347315/posts/default/8084334356863434307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1466648056922347315/posts/default/8084334356863434307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bezmack.blogspot.com/2009/06/when-i-was-in-high-school-there-was.html' title='If we can’t do it let’s not say it'/><author><name>Bez Mack</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06277090764252980906</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>
