<?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-8837917128420467519</id><updated>2011-07-31T03:22:06.482-05:00</updated><category term='perception'/><category term='deceit'/><category term='Abstract Gentleman'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='lies'/><category term='women'/><category term='males'/><category term='Inspiration'/><category term='Corey Goals Encouragement'/><category term='twitter'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>...An Abstract but True Gentleman</title><subtitle type='html'>Just the thoughts of a young man with an abysmal mind and an uphill climb to success.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Truest Gentleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15340697221977934900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkpmr6djs6s/ScveaneGCcI/AAAAAAAAABM/c7jjDmHRGe8/S220/fallin.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837917128420467519.post-6195434156766627180</id><published>2009-10-04T15:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:03:31.647-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perception'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deceit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='males'/><title type='text'>The perception or reality of females...pt 1</title><content type='html'>Fool me once, shame on me... Fool me twice, shame on you. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be damned if I don't recognize signs and act accordingly again. It's starting to become very sickening..and you ask yourself, "what is he talking about?!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking specifically about FEMALES. Yes, I said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a minute to put yourself in my shoes, just for a second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm a good guy, at least that's what I like to think and I cannot seem to put the pieces together. Why in sam hell do I get the wrong types EVERYTIME. When I say good guy I'm speaking of being courteous, sweet, and caring. You know, the basics. It's more complex than that, but I'm only giving the basics because that's what I seem to be working with each time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but back on topic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Females, wow, they just don't know what to do with a good man these days. As a matter of fact, they wouldn't know a good man if they sat on his face (pun/nonpun/ah f it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completely serious, most females cannot fathom what a good man is, let alone recognize one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The perception: They all are the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reality: We all have the same instincts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not take that very lightly because in truth, it is something that MUST be realized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the ladies, you have many different types but in my age bracket, they are by majority, if not all, indecisive. Now I know generalizing is not good, but as they say, "prove me wrong". A need for pessimism is irrelevant when dealing with the reality of our generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main issue I want to talk about in this part, part 1 of course, is the recognizing portion.  You could stand completely by a female, doing all that is asked of you, and still wind up taking the biggest L(oss) ever. When I say this, I'm not being sarcastic. Women turn men into dogs(cheaters/liars/etc) for aforementioned reasons. When women as individuals can begin to recognize a good man and act as though they have one, then things will become a lot easier for them. Until then, I guess I'm stuck with the rants of "there are no good men"/ "all the good men are gay or taken". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not angry, I'm just a little bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disclaimer: If you do not embody any of the traits listed as a woman, don't take this offensively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837917128420467519-6195434156766627180?l=thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/feeds/6195434156766627180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2009/10/perception-or-reality-of-femalespt-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/6195434156766627180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/6195434156766627180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2009/10/perception-or-reality-of-femalespt-1.html' title='The perception or reality of females...pt 1'/><author><name>The Truest Gentleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15340697221977934900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkpmr6djs6s/ScveaneGCcI/AAAAAAAAABM/c7jjDmHRGe8/S220/fallin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837917128420467519.post-5094159541453602252</id><published>2009-10-04T15:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T15:17:23.709-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>So, it's been quite some time since I've blogged. I've had quite a few experiences since then, but as they say same shit/different toilet. The silver lining is that I'm still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying to figure out the always perplexing minds of women at least to some extent, but everyday I continue to lose faith in our generation. The downfall seems to be lost in translation as well. Were we raised wrong, did we see the wrong things growing up through the eyes of technology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, I just find it kind of sad and unprogressive that we aren't exactly learning from the mistakes of generations past. They say one bad apple shouldn't be allowed to spoil the bunch, but these days it appears that the whole bunch IS spoiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life keeps going and all I hear is, "keep living". Everytime I hear that from someone older, I think to myself "I'm trying". In all honesty, the expectations I have for myself always feel like they are that much more than those of my peers and family. It's really hard to describe, but I never feel satisfied in anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that perfection is impossible, but despite the odds, I'll continue to strive for it ... even through all my mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837917128420467519-5094159541453602252?l=thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/feeds/5094159541453602252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-while.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/5094159541453602252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/5094159541453602252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>The Truest Gentleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15340697221977934900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkpmr6djs6s/ScveaneGCcI/AAAAAAAAABM/c7jjDmHRGe8/S220/fallin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837917128420467519.post-6662105450672404743</id><published>2009-04-30T22:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:24:21.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA PLAYOFFS!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nba.com/media/400x300_wah_screensaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.nba.com/media/400x300_wah_screensaver.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwzVbFQUokw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lwzVbFQUokw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Enough said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837917128420467519-6662105450672404743?l=thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/feeds/6662105450672404743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2009/04/nba-playoffs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/6662105450672404743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/6662105450672404743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2009/04/nba-playoffs.html' title='NBA PLAYOFFS!!!!'/><author><name>The Truest Gentleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15340697221977934900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkpmr6djs6s/ScveaneGCcI/AAAAAAAAABM/c7jjDmHRGe8/S220/fallin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837917128420467519.post-1128263157881753140</id><published>2009-04-18T14:46:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:51:57.263-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abstract Gentleman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inspiration'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Just checkin in</title><content type='html'>Ahh I'm back with a new blog, just checking in to let people know what I've been up to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am in school and in the process of making my return to The Ohio State University -&gt; O - H!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Other than that, I've been working on my blogsite - http://lifehasnoscript.blogspot.com  .. it's coming along really good, but a lot of stuff has been on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just trying to overcome adversity, while keeping my mind clear and focused on my set goals. It takes a strong person to deal with some of the things I'm going through right now, but I'll keep my head up and take it all in as lesson to my soul. There's always someone going through something THAT much worse right? ..Pretty much how I stay humbled and optimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Commercial about The DaVinci Code just popped up and I still haven't watched it, maybe I should?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to say I think outside of the box anyway, so it could only progress my abstract thoughts, which could be good or bad lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's a wonderful day and the NBA playoffs are here! If you're going through something in your life that causes a lot of stress, keep your head up, other people have it worse than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- An Abstract but True &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gentleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837917128420467519-1128263157881753140?l=thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/feeds/1128263157881753140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-checkin-in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/1128263157881753140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/1128263157881753140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-checkin-in.html' title='Just checkin in'/><author><name>The Truest Gentleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15340697221977934900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkpmr6djs6s/ScveaneGCcI/AAAAAAAAABM/c7jjDmHRGe8/S220/fallin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837917128420467519.post-5688703357324562018</id><published>2009-03-31T13:28:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T13:35:46.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corey Goals Encouragement'/><title type='text'>My Short-Term Goals</title><content type='html'>Alright, so I've been thinking about what I'm going to do short-term to better myself. How am I going to use the tools I already possess to better those around me? Well, I think I came up with a grand idea, that could encompass all those tools into one big effort.  - A website - The thing about it is that I have several connections that I could help get if off the ground and why not be of service to others when I have my free time. It would provide opportunities in the future and be another notch on my resume of experience. I think it could work, as a matter of fact, I KNOW it can work. I've decided to pursue my music a bit heavier and see what kind of pulse I can get from it. I've been asked by a few area producers to come in and collab with them, I just need more equipment to make it happen for myself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My year started off on a sour note, but now I'm starting to see what God has in store for me and my spirits are looking up. As long as I stay dedicated and disciplined within myself, then I will be successful. Thanks a lot to the man above for giving the strength I need to progress my life in a direction thats pleasing to me. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zxXWSbc8_9o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zxXWSbc8_9o&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="225" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837917128420467519-5688703357324562018?l=thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/feeds/5688703357324562018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-short-term-goals.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/5688703357324562018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/5688703357324562018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-short-term-goals.html' title='My Short-Term Goals'/><author><name>The Truest Gentleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15340697221977934900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkpmr6djs6s/ScveaneGCcI/AAAAAAAAABM/c7jjDmHRGe8/S220/fallin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837917128420467519.post-2387411934731620327</id><published>2009-03-29T17:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T17:44:15.778-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='twitter'/><title type='text'>Twitter</title><content type='html'>Haven't able to blog lately, probably just writers block because I like to think things through before I post them in a blog, but I'm back now and will be coming with some new thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mann I gave in and got twitter, so now I can "tweet" with everybody else lol SMH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://twitter.com/ThatGentleman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;check it out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837917128420467519-2387411934731620327?l=thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/feeds/2387411934731620327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2009/03/twitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/2387411934731620327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/2387411934731620327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2009/03/twitter.html' title='Twitter'/><author><name>The Truest Gentleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15340697221977934900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkpmr6djs6s/ScveaneGCcI/AAAAAAAAABM/c7jjDmHRGe8/S220/fallin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837917128420467519.post-7746810539044438844</id><published>2009-01-12T10:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:44:25.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My mom is the greatest...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Momma raised me, pop I miss you&lt;br /&gt;God help me forgive him I got some issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momma loved me, pop left me&lt;br /&gt;Grandma dressed me, plus she fed me&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moms love is unmatched.&lt;br /&gt;When I look throughout my life, there's only one person that was always there.. my mom&lt;br /&gt;I hear my friends pain when they lose their mom, it kills a part of their soul. I am thankful that my mom is still here for me. She is the greatest woman alive to me and that's been debated in my head from every angle. My father wasn't there for me, he made me feel as if I wasn't his at all. My mom was my mother and father, taking care of me and my sisters without us seeing that she struggled one time. My mother is responsible for making me the person that I am today and there is not one single person on this Earth who can say that have had more impact on my life. I could never thank my mom for all that she did for me, I love her with all my heart. We have our rough times and our good times, but I never forget who always told me, "your daddy loves you." The lord blessed me with a mom who had the strength of many. I get my strength from her, she is the reason why I strive to do the best I possibly can. I do not know if she'll ever know how much I care about her, but I wish I could show her. If I am ever in a tough spot in my life, I think about what all my mom has sacrificed to make me who I am. I never was a troublemaker, only a perfectionist. She allowed me to think for myself, but think within God's words and I thank her from my soul. I couldn't imagine what my life would be like without my mother. I've cried on her shoulder and she's wiped away my tears and told me, "everything will be alright, I'm here." My father couldn't hold a candle to what my mom has done for me. 19years later and I'm still here and doing well, thanks to my mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the strongest woman that I know, I love you mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your son,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837917128420467519-7746810539044438844?l=thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/feeds/7746810539044438844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-mom-is-greatest.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/7746810539044438844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/7746810539044438844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-mom-is-greatest.html' title='My mom is the greatest...'/><author><name>The Truest Gentleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15340697221977934900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkpmr6djs6s/ScveaneGCcI/AAAAAAAAABM/c7jjDmHRGe8/S220/fallin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837917128420467519.post-6722534650437035178</id><published>2009-01-12T10:05:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T10:50:37.350-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Lost?</title><content type='html'>or did I just take a detour?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="225" height="144"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLQ0ZC-wTJc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HLQ0ZC-wTJc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They do say,"everything happens for a reason", right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit and look out the window, i can see a plane flying through the distant blue skies and it makes me wonder. The plane knows where it's going right? Shouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am searching for any piece of insight that can help me find where I truly want to be, not mentally, but spiritually. Music touches my soul and I never feel lost within it, but its not my current track. The track that I walk on is not filled with harmony, musical notes, and great composers. I am the composer but I am missing one piece of me, my motivation. I carry great visions of success and pictures for my future. If my life were a song, I envisioned it in winning a Grammy. Drake said he was "24hours from greatness,"so I guess that makes me 2:04 from my dreams. My song doesn't repeat, it plays only once and in that short time I must make the most of it. There is no intro, no drumbreaks, just solid playing. When its over, I want to say I touched someone's life and not just mine. Only then will I not be lost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you lost?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837917128420467519-6722534650437035178?l=thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/feeds/6722534650437035178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-i-lost.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/6722534650437035178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/6722534650437035178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2009/01/am-i-lost.html' title='Am I Lost?'/><author><name>The Truest Gentleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15340697221977934900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkpmr6djs6s/ScveaneGCcI/AAAAAAAAABM/c7jjDmHRGe8/S220/fallin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837917128420467519.post-4783745646462738862</id><published>2008-12-10T10:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T10:40:56.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Definition of an Abstract Gentleman</title><content type='html'>ab·stract  (b-strkt, bstrkt)&lt;br /&gt;adj.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Difficult to understand; abstruse&lt;br /&gt;-Having an intellectual and affective artistic content that depends solely on intrinsic form rather than on narrative content or pictorial representation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Gentleman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- A well-mannered and considerate man with high standards of proper behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Combine the two and you have me. Seems simple right?&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't rarely get understood that easily for being so simple. What is a TRUE gentleman these days? Does he open doors, but smash every girl possible? Does he hold out for the perfect one only to be disappointed?? To some, the word gentleman does not exist because of the standards men today have set for themselves. I call myself an abstract gentleman because even though I may act like a true gentleman, some of my ideas that I conjure in the twisted maze for a head I have, are practical, yet misunderstood. Sometimes I wonder why I act the way I do towards women, in wanting to understand them completely and wanting to know them mentally before anything else. The guys may say that's putting it on the pedestal but I just like to call it preparing myself mentally for the wifey. In order to understand the ever emotional women in today's society, you have to understand the causes of them becoming sappy. A gentleman could and would listen to them, but an ABSTRACT gentleman would take a step back and think on it for a while, thinking of all possible reasons and ways to correct this problem. We listen, but do not speak, think but do no reveal, speak but do not lecture. In order to understand an abstract gentleman, you must put all hormones to the side and think of man and women on a spiritual level. Are we here to bang each other but are we here to help each other? Most people say its the latter option, but do not conduct themselves in actions that would affirm those sentiments. Our generation is one that will affect the world for years to come and we MUST set an example for the coming generations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8837917128420467519-4783745646462738862?l=thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4783745646462738862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2008/12/definition-of-abstract-gentleman.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/4783745646462738862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/4783745646462738862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2008/12/definition-of-abstract-gentleman.html' title='Definition of an Abstract Gentleman'/><author><name>The Truest Gentleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15340697221977934900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkpmr6djs6s/ScveaneGCcI/AAAAAAAAABM/c7jjDmHRGe8/S220/fallin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8837917128420467519.post-4286040352772191425</id><published>2008-12-09T21:08:00.014-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T13:14:19.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Through adversity, I WILL prevail</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.photoshopstar.com/effects/making-of-abstract-art-piece/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 256px;" src="http://www.photoshopstar.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/lonium-abstract-artwork1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"I won't retire my thrown, or surrender my crown"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-That's how I'm feeling right about now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ykg5zWBIGbw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ykg5zWBIGbw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Somehow he must be stopped, somethin must be d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;one"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;They cannot stop the force that drives me, they cannot rip that heart out of my chest that fuels me, they cannot take my goals away and distract me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;It seems like someone's always out to try and criticize my actions without looking in the mirror first. From the girls to the lame cats out there doing running watered down game. I'm trying to get focused once and do what I expect of myself. Adversity has taught me lessons before and it will once again. I made my mistakes and now it is time to learn from them and move forward with my life without regrets. Success is not defined by how much money a person has, it is truly defined by a person's happiness and self worth. I am my own enemy, I feel it in me, it's my time is now. I know what my potential is and few people do, but in order to tap it, I must do something I have never done before.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give effort&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;:tomorrow I'll explain why I'm an abstract gentleman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"There is no education like adversity" - Benjamin Disraeli&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/8837917128420467519-4286040352772191425?l=thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/feeds/4286040352772191425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2008/12/through-adversity-i-will-prevail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/4286040352772191425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8837917128420467519/posts/default/4286040352772191425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thetruestgentleman.blogspot.com/2008/12/through-adversity-i-will-prevail.html' title='Through adversity, I WILL prevail'/><author><name>The Truest Gentleman</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15340697221977934900</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkpmr6djs6s/ScveaneGCcI/AAAAAAAAABM/c7jjDmHRGe8/S220/fallin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
