<?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-18988398</id><updated>2011-11-27T12:04:32.360-12:00</updated><title type='text'>My L3v3L</title><subtitle type='html'>Somewhere I lie, waiting for somewhere to bite. Becareful beCause the floor is slippery and you may fall so hold on to your beliefs and dont pass away. Its gonna be a wild ride.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myl3v3l.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18988398/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myl3v3l.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ivo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxXPJmrYIA/S8cSHztkQxI/AAAAAAAADqY/kTopWqMg5d0/S220/26831_10150156053750176_884850175_11880141_1932252_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988398.post-1012538126668815766</id><published>2010-05-15T21:59:00.003-12:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:09:57.848-12:00</updated><title type='text'>A View</title><content type='html'>Cassy is 5, she is currently sitting on a small paint warned wooden stool her daddy, a farmer, made on a lazy summer Sunday. Cassy has on her favourite light sea shore blue dress, her shoes laced with little daisy shaped beads. Cassy´s jet black hair is pulled back and holded with a white ribbon. her front gaped teeth line peaks between her lips as she hums some made up song. Her artistic mummy staring at passing clouds lays, in red stained Jean dungarees, beside the wooden stool. A wind breeze blows a flying lady bird into focus, it battles the gust and finally lands on the side of the bloody knife Cassy still holds from stabbing her mummy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18988398-1012538126668815766?l=myl3v3l.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myl3v3l.blogspot.com/feeds/1012538126668815766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18988398&amp;postID=1012538126668815766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18988398/posts/default/1012538126668815766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18988398/posts/default/1012538126668815766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myl3v3l.blogspot.com/2010/05/view.html' title='A View'/><author><name>Ivo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxXPJmrYIA/S8cSHztkQxI/AAAAAAAADqY/kTopWqMg5d0/S220/26831_10150156053750176_884850175_11880141_1932252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988398.post-3772514085113344946</id><published>2008-01-10T09:30:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T05:34:47.404-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweat Pea</title><content type='html'>You take another breath on that cigarette and you look at me, I feel like I'm suppose to say something to you but nothing comes out. "are you happy now?" you ask me. My left hand rubs my forehead gently as if thinking but at the same time repenting. "What do you wanna hear from me, sorry is that it?" she closes her eyes upon hearing me say these words and a teardrop sparkles on the side of her eye. She stands and I feel small, oh so small I feel. I reach out trying to hold her hand but she moves away as if disgusted by my existence, and I feel it spear through my heart. There in that instance, Love had turned into hatred, there all that was would be never more. She puts out the cigarette on the ash tray which sited on the table between us, she turns away, the kind of turn trying to hide a the agony she was experiencing and walked out through the door. and as the door came back to it's closed position the jukebox starts to play&lt;object data="http://hotpot.uvic.ca/howto/hbs_mp3_player.swf" width="24" height="17" style="vertical-align: bottom;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="type" value="application/x-shockwave-flash" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="src" value="http://files.openomy.com/public/L3v3L/mp3_player.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="data" value="http://files.openomy.com/public/L3v3L/mp3_player.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="codebase" value="http://files.openomy.com/public/L3v3L/mp3_player.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="TheSound=http://iguessimfloating.net/assets/mp3s/07%20Sweet%20Pea.mp3" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://files.openomy.com/public/L3v3L/mp3_player.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="loop" value="false" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://iguessimfloating.net/assets/mp3s/07%20Sweet%20Pea.mp3"&gt;http://iguessimfloating.net/assets/mp3s/07%20Sweet%20Pea.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; and the bar which I sit in feels blurry maby because of the too many drinks I had or maby because I had lost all my reasons of existence. Bob comes over and asks me something something and I nod as if I heard, he pats me on the shoulder and says something like "thats life.."&lt;br /&gt;After that I get up and grab the chair that I was sitting on, and I smash it against the jukebox until it stopped playing that stupid song. Bob grabs me and tries to calm me down. "That was our song Bob, that's the fucking song I use to sing her to sleep".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18988398-3772514085113344946?l=myl3v3l.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myl3v3l.blogspot.com/feeds/3772514085113344946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18988398&amp;postID=3772514085113344946' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18988398/posts/default/3772514085113344946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18988398/posts/default/3772514085113344946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myl3v3l.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-take-another-breath-on-that.html' title='Sweat Pea'/><author><name>Ivo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxXPJmrYIA/S8cSHztkQxI/AAAAAAAADqY/kTopWqMg5d0/S220/26831_10150156053750176_884850175_11880141_1932252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988398.post-3825705965099312114</id><published>2008-01-10T06:46:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T06:57:17.343-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>While as a child I some times found myself  trying to imagine what it would feel like drowning. It seemed like a Silent and painful death, first you panic knowing that your going to die, then you hold your breath resisting, trying to survive for just a little longer soon you feel it, the beating of your heart. You feel it through out your whole body the thumping from your chest and you feel light and weak.As soon as you know it you've opened up letting the water flood into your chest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18988398-3825705965099312114?l=myl3v3l.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myl3v3l.blogspot.com/feeds/3825705965099312114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18988398&amp;postID=3825705965099312114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18988398/posts/default/3825705965099312114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18988398/posts/default/3825705965099312114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myl3v3l.blogspot.com/2008/01/saudades.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Ivo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxXPJmrYIA/S8cSHztkQxI/AAAAAAAADqY/kTopWqMg5d0/S220/26831_10150156053750176_884850175_11880141_1932252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988398.post-6926601943966689557</id><published>2008-01-08T19:28:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T19:40:13.804-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Father, who arts in Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You ask me to forgive every one but it is only you that I can not forgive. why did you leave me as soon as I took my first breath. You left me to rote, The first and only words I heard from your mouth were, make your own decisions and if they are the wrong ones made, try your best to run away from them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;The only gift you gave me was an axe with a note attached, "Guess what this is for?" written on it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;You gave me the power to create but made sure I always knew that all that I created would be yours, and all of it would be nothing compared to what you could do with ease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I'll grab this axe and do you know what I'm gonna do with it? I'm going to shove it in your face and after that I'm gonna smash everything that makes me what I am, and I'll ask you: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Guess what that was for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irrovabos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/18988398-6926601943966689557?l=myl3v3l.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myl3v3l.blogspot.com/feeds/6926601943966689557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18988398&amp;postID=6926601943966689557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18988398/posts/default/6926601943966689557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18988398/posts/default/6926601943966689557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myl3v3l.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-father-who-arts-in-heaven.html' title='Our Father, who arts in Heaven'/><author><name>Ivo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxXPJmrYIA/S8cSHztkQxI/AAAAAAAADqY/kTopWqMg5d0/S220/26831_10150156053750176_884850175_11880141_1932252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988398.post-3826582884832030417</id><published>2007-12-26T22:42:00.001-12:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T22:03:49.052-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Cassiopeia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;The hospital doors opened and I never thought that I would be eager and happy to enter such a place. I couldn’t wait to see Cassy open her eyes to this world for the first time, I wanted to be there to welcome her and show her that I would always be there to protect her, to guide her. I hear screams from various rooms but that doesn’t matter at the moment, I have to get to my wife as soon as possible. I can’t believe it, I’m going to be a father. who would’ve of thought that the boy who played amongst the animals, son of a farmer, from today all the day drifting would have to end, I had a life to look after now. I’m ok with that, oh Cassy &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;bring me happiness, bring me love my daughter. Each room that I enter seems stranger than the one before. Oh Cassy bring me meaning, bring me Reason.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I reach the Room.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;I hold her in my hand, and she seems to look straight at me, I start to cry. Her tiny hands her tiny feet, she looks exactly like her beautiful mother. I bring her close and whisper to her ear, Oh Cassy you were everything I expected, thank you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;My eyes tighten and the tears start to flood out, and I hear the doctor’s petty for the pain that I should had been feeling “Sorry, We couldn’t do anything for both of them, peace be with you sir." I left those Hospital doors. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;And my final words before hitting the ground, Oh Cassy bring me Harmony.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/18988398-3826582884832030417?l=myl3v3l.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myl3v3l.blogspot.com/feeds/3826582884832030417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18988398&amp;postID=3826582884832030417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18988398/posts/default/3826582884832030417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18988398/posts/default/3826582884832030417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myl3v3l.blogspot.com/2007/12/cassiopeia.html' title='Cassiopeia'/><author><name>Ivo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxXPJmrYIA/S8cSHztkQxI/AAAAAAAADqY/kTopWqMg5d0/S220/26831_10150156053750176_884850175_11880141_1932252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988398.post-3919317269911819413</id><published>2007-12-26T17:56:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T18:03:16.264-12:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart TWO  Ocean “What Colour is your blood?”</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Love is a word used many times&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I love you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Do you love me? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I love my job&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I love money&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Jesus loves you! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Yes most of us face these thoughts all without questioning where this love came from and where it will take us. We love and long to be loved. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Love can become your cross or it can become your light. Either way it becomes water.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Complete and True Love is Water.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Water a liquid form that we thrive for, every day. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Water, in large portions can drown us or even poison us. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Its most beautiful characteristic, the ability to give life. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;It can evaporate so easily but always giving birth to a rainy day which can be seen as a day to stay in doors or a day to feel the drops hitting on ones face. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Water can carve beauty into the hardest rocks and it can create life from the dead. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Life is a desert and every drop of water is a god sent but what about when you find the end of the desert. What do you do when you encounter the sea, do you throw yourself in? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;No, you start building a boat with all the wood you found on the way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Wood that scarred your back now is used to survive all smiles and frowns that the sea has to offer, and after being in the water for so long you become part of that sea and when it twists and turns so do you. Sometimes you might feel like there’s a drought going on but remember water never disappears completely it just changes into another state and when you least expect it, it pours, it pours down so hard and you notice that teardrop coming from your inner being and you remember, you remember that you are part of the sea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Today it poured and I saw.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;I saw her, a Rainbow.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;A smile in the sky.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Today I love.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/18988398-3919317269911819413?l=myl3v3l.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myl3v3l.blogspot.com/feeds/3919317269911819413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18988398&amp;postID=3919317269911819413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18988398/posts/default/3919317269911819413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18988398/posts/default/3919317269911819413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myl3v3l.blogspot.com/2007/12/heart-two-ocean-what-colour-is-your.html' title='Heart TWO  Ocean “What Colour is your blood?”'/><author><name>Ivo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxXPJmrYIA/S8cSHztkQxI/AAAAAAAADqY/kTopWqMg5d0/S220/26831_10150156053750176_884850175_11880141_1932252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18988398.post-116000076028948851</id><published>2006-10-04T10:25:00.000-12:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T10:26:00.290-12:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Bang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L3v3L: "is it on?..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camera man: "Yes man hurry up I need to go to the toilet"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L3v3L: "errr ok... Hi My name is..... is this safe to say out my name?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camera man: "Yes you prick, no one gives a fuck about you now hurry the fuck up"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L3v3L: "ok... My name Is Ivo I come from portugal..... errr...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camera man whispers: "talk about things you like to do"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L3v3L:" I like to do??... O errrr... I Like to...errr I like to eat Ice cream?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camera man whispers:"yeah yeah thats it.. carry on..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L3v3L:"I like to sleep... errr I like peanut butter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Beep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Camera man:"SHIT!!! battery just died... we'll try another day"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18988398-116000076028948851?l=myl3v3l.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myl3v3l.blogspot.com/feeds/116000076028948851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18988398&amp;postID=116000076028948851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18988398/posts/default/116000076028948851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18988398/posts/default/116000076028948851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myl3v3l.blogspot.com/2006/10/big-bang.html' title='The Big Bang'/><author><name>Ivo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PTxXPJmrYIA/S8cSHztkQxI/AAAAAAAADqY/kTopWqMg5d0/S220/26831_10150156053750176_884850175_11880141_1932252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
