<?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-8908658551701324159</id><updated>2011-11-27T23:24:59.394Z</updated><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Thought Of The Day'/><category term='Quote of the Month'/><category term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><category term='Music Video'/><category term='Script'/><category term='My Wider Perspective'/><category term='Pbleepd Stuff'/><category term='Neo-Soul'/><category term='Throwback'/><category term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>The Wider Perspective</title><subtitle type='html'>iBlog, uRead</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6653021758561929000</id><published>2010-04-07T02:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T02:31:27.381+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Something Old &amp; Anonymous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S7vfuZOHfYI/AAAAAAAAA9w/NEwGsPBvuQQ/s1600/POE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 311px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S7vfuZOHfYI/AAAAAAAAA9w/NEwGsPBvuQQ/s400/POE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457201361626561922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The laziness has gone beyond funny, I've neglected this blog when the readers have shown love, its not my fault I can assure you. Nevertheless I'm back and ready to get this pen rolling. Before I start blogging I'll throw one more throwback piece I did with my friend Cella. Bored at work in 2007, Cella emailed me challenging me to do a poem off the top of the head with her. She emails some lines, then I email the next lines, and so on and so forth. We didnt know what each other were talking about but we tried to make sense out of it. Check it below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UNTITLED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My black ball point intimately kisses the page and I watch the ink flow.&lt;br /&gt;From left to right my disgruntled face struggles to understand this rhythmic pattern that seems to be emerging of its own free will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Perfection knows no boundaries as my mind dips deep into the thoughts and fears I feel yet never knew,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Word by word, line by line, raw emotions materialize masking the confused appearance of my youthful face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my heart beat and emotions race, and at an unparalleled pace they manifest.&lt;br /&gt;My mind struggles to regulate itself, and signals seem blocked in a cross wired knot that seems to allow function only to my hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;So I write, I write vigorously leaving no time behind, I write visually leaving each image defined.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Dumbfounded whether these words are mine, hands too focused to read between the lines&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I travel back in time to the day you left me, exposed, alone, cold. Like a child, I relive every moment.&lt;br /&gt;I repaint every picture, every character, every object. Each brushstroke fills a space that was once left dormant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Revealing a masterpiece of destruction; the vivid imagery left scarred by the simple context&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The dress and the suit, this ink to this pad, you and me….black and white&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the repercussions of revealing this may be, inevitably tears will be shed.&lt;br /&gt;Yet as I weigh up the pros and cons on this scale of my life, I trust in the spirit to lead as he wishes. Knowing this was not prompted by my own vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;But by something deeper, for in your mind was a mutual diversity that to you could never be&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The commitment too powerful for you to apprehend. Blinded by the element of love, I was unable to see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am called to love? This same love that made me smile brought tears to my eyes an impaired vision.&lt;br /&gt;This same love that picked me up pushed me down, broke me, left me in pieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I travel back in time to the day you left me, I stand in front of the one I love, I stand in front of the one I loved.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;One of them loving me through and through, the other one was you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I stand in front of an incomplete image of someone who is almost unrecognizable,&lt;br /&gt;Were it not for my heartbeat, the song that echoes in my head, the quivering of my hands, as I try to keep balance, were it not for the familiar look in your eyes you would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;be a stranger. Ironic that in that precise moment you showed me the real you. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;The stage was set for the confrontation and you like so many wilted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So round and around I go, confusion still reigns and emotions are still ablaze. I struggle to find meaning, to let go. I struggle not to regret, not to resent, I struggle not to love and not to hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My hand still in control and the ink continuously flows, while the other hand soothes the bulging belly below. You are the core of what I create and you don’t even know&lt;/span&gt; and though explicitly stated I know you’d never be able to comprehend this puppet show, this classic opera this thriller, this…. what is this? Though explicitly stated, I still can’t fully comprehend this. What is this? &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A question only you could answer. And as the ink runs dry and my hands tremble, my thoughts of you are only explained through the tear drops trickling along my ball point pen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This tear stained log of my history now lies beneath a mounting pile and as I continue to cry, thoughts continue to run through my mind.&lt;br /&gt;The vision begins an automatic reply.&lt;br /&gt;With no delay I toss and turn and with my head buried in my pillow I scream out loud to vent. I hear the tick tocking of the clock and tip tapping of the rain against my window and as I find the strength to sit up, I hear a knock. I hear a whisper, a grunt, a cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Written by Cella Johnson &amp;amp; L.Mayne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still dont know what it was about but somehow it made sense&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-6653021758561929000?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6653021758561929000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6653021758561929000&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6653021758561929000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6653021758561929000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2010/04/something-old-anonymous.html' title='Something Old &amp; Anonymous'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S7vfuZOHfYI/AAAAAAAAA9w/NEwGsPBvuQQ/s72-c/POE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-5124281017848532946</id><published>2010-03-03T13:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:53:03.168Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pbleepd Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wider Perspective'/><title type='text'>Why Do They Want You When You’re Taken?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S45pEMxkuJI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/CljL8sSpaBc/s1600-h/WHY.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S45pEMxkuJI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/CljL8sSpaBc/s400/WHY.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444404520407054482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girls Says: &lt;/span&gt;So…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy Says:&lt;/span&gt; So…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl Says: &lt;/span&gt;Since when were you in a relationship?…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy Laughs:&lt;/span&gt; Wow you’ve got something to say too!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl Says: &lt;/span&gt;Well yeah I saw your relationship status, interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy Says:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah thought I might as well make it official&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl Says: &lt;/span&gt;Damn, why are all the good guys always taken?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy Says: &lt;/span&gt;Because some of you girls take too long to figure out who’s best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl Says: &lt;/span&gt;Maybe, just make sure she treats you right, or I might have to take her place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy Says: &lt;/span&gt;Ha! Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl Says:&lt;/span&gt; Im being serious… If you wasn’t taken the things me and you would do…wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Guy Laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In His Mind:&lt;/span&gt; And you’re telling me this NOW as supposed to a few weeks ago?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whyyyyyy!?! What is it about men or women in relationships that attract a collage of admiration and sudden affection confessionary from single friends, associates and/or newcomers? The statistics may be varied but the fact remains that once me becomes we, there’s a sudden flock of he’s or she’s ready to pounce…it’s an interesting coincidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did they suddenly come from? When did they start noticing your features? Why are they NOW laughing at your jokes and adding more o’s to their lol’s? Such are the different mindsets of the world there isn’t one sole explanation for why this happens; there are however many reasons as to what it is that makes them suddenly feel the need to disturb your relationship. So…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY DO THEY WANT YOU WHEN YOU'RE TAKEN?&lt;/span&gt; READ THE FULL ARTICLE &lt;a href="http://www.pbleepd.com/life-and-style/why-do-they-want-you-when-you%E2%80%99re-taken/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-5124281017848532946?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/5124281017848532946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=5124281017848532946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/5124281017848532946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/5124281017848532946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2010/03/why-do-they-want-you-when-youre-taken.html' title='Why Do They Want You When You’re Taken?'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S45pEMxkuJI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/CljL8sSpaBc/s72-c/WHY.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-5311463907994462604</id><published>2010-03-03T13:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T13:43:25.310Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neo-Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>Raheem DeVaughn Feat Jill Scott, Bilal, Anthony Hamilton, Ledisi, Chico DeBarge, Dwele, Algebra &amp; Chrisette Michele - Nobody Wins A War</title><content type='html'>Just heard this track now. Any song that features some of my favourite Neo-Soul artists deserves a post. Check out track 15 from Raheem DeVaughn's latest album "Love &amp;amp; War"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/df6NYp23TAI&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/df6NYp23TAI&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="340"&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/8908658551701324159-5311463907994462604?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/5311463907994462604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=5311463907994462604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/5311463907994462604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/5311463907994462604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2010/03/raheem-devaughn-feat-jill-scott-bilal.html' title='Raheem DeVaughn Feat Jill Scott, Bilal, Anthony Hamilton, Ledisi, Chico DeBarge, Dwele, Algebra &amp; Chrisette Michele - Nobody Wins A War'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-1568004073855820823</id><published>2010-02-03T05:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T05:18:52.217Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><title type='text'>Singular Motion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eTsIgDftGSQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eTsIgDftGSQ&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever listen to your ipod and start singing out loud like you thought you were alone and you start trying to hit the awkward notes and your face does that typical R&amp;amp;B or Pop squinch similar to the face you do when you're on the toilet.. and then you open your eyes and realise you're in public?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That happened to me this morning, luckily for those who listened, my voice isnt half bad (not that it counts for anything when &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s3kmGQrJLKg"&gt;Rihanna&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRLHHAsEbpk"&gt;Lumidee&lt;/a&gt; have music deals) . But I digress, it was classic Neo-Soul joints that had got me in this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ObdSno1uoQs"&gt;Tyrese-esque&lt;/a&gt; moment, more notably &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Musiq Soulchild&lt;/span&gt; albums......queue the turn of the track above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S2kF04BeaFI/AAAAAAAAA9A/joBVEYVayeA/s1600-h/sing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 271px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S2kF04BeaFI/AAAAAAAAA9A/joBVEYVayeA/s400/sing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433880831349123154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although Musiq's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Whereareyougoing&lt;/span&gt; (Still trying to figure out whats up with the lack of space bar use in his titles) centres around retrospective thinking and wanting to get his girlfriend back, it's the underlying message in the chorus that caught my attention today. "If you can't have the one you love, where are you going in your life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Can you be happy and content being single for the rest of your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh...I dunno. Generation and Evolution is obviously driven by reproduction amongst many things so we are designed for relations..some sort of connection with the opposite sex. But there are those who seem to be satisfied with being alone; those who post "Single" on their facebook status and throw a fit when enquiring minds wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always been under the impression that nobody truly wants to be single for a long period of time. The cold winters and fiery summers must stir up some type of feeling even in the most stubborn of people (it has to explain why exs and old flings had me receiving more phonecalls than a jobcentre receptionist this winter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be content and to be happy are two different things and though I'm not gonna be ignorant in thinking a single person cant be both, it's highly unlikely. You can be happy with being single, maybe after being in a long relationship or seeing the difficulties that can come from it but to be content with being alone for the rest of your life by choice...hmm Im not so sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;What's your perspective?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"No fate is worse than a life without a love"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-1568004073855820823?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/1568004073855820823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=1568004073855820823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1568004073855820823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1568004073855820823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2010/02/singular-motion.html' title='Singular Motion'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S2kF04BeaFI/AAAAAAAAA9A/joBVEYVayeA/s72-c/sing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-9177950504473137556</id><published>2010-01-07T20:51:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T15:13:34.503Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wider Perspective'/><title type='text'>The Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S0dLO9LjfLI/AAAAAAAAA8I/tdunWCwdL3w/s1600-h/explosion_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 401px; height: 168px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S0dLO9LjfLI/AAAAAAAAA8I/tdunWCwdL3w/s400/explosion_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424386996504329394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when you walk away never look back. let the room explode at the back of you like a fuckin' action movie! just keep walking... slowly&lt;/span&gt;" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MARLON WAYANS Twitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, leave a legacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ay the foundations for what you're about to do, those initial small steps make all the difference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;E&lt;/span&gt;nthusiasm is a birthright, you don't have to reach too far for it. Change your way of thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;G&lt;/span&gt;rasp the right opportunities that come your way; "what ifs" are a burden, "what next" implies movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;cquire Knowledge, you're never too old to learn. Research your field, competition and nurture the talent you already possess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;C&lt;/span&gt;ontrol your destiny, don't let "haters" or those who don't believe in you stir you away from your goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;ou are what you say and do, make it count&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Do not go where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path – and leave a trail.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-9177950504473137556?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/9177950504473137556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=9177950504473137556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/9177950504473137556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/9177950504473137556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2010/01/legacy.html' title='The Legacy'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S0dLO9LjfLI/AAAAAAAAA8I/tdunWCwdL3w/s72-c/explosion_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-2624307849770051280</id><published>2010-01-06T11:51:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:44:14.156Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><title type='text'>Spreading The Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S0SJSnxsR6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/sqcmZQAZSnY/s1600-h/typing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S0SJSnxsR6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/sqcmZQAZSnY/s400/typing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423610804268976034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Couple blog and article posts that have entertained or educated me over the past week. Enjoy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very Smart Brothas - &lt;a href="http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/stages-three-underrated-relationship-benchmarks/"&gt;Three Underrated Relationship Benchmarks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pbleepd - &lt;a href="http://www.pbleepd.com/entertainment/top-30-voices-of-the-decade/"&gt;Top 30 Voices of the Decade&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christiana Rants - &lt;a href="http://christianaa.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year.html"&gt;Happy New Year&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saffirm - &lt;a href="http://saffirm.wordpress.com/2010/01/04/5-ways-to-start-doing-instead-of-dreaming-in-2010/"&gt;5 Ways To Start Doing Instead of Dreaming in 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clutch Mag - &lt;a href="http://clutchmagonline.com/lifeculture/feature/how-to-be-a-player/"&gt;How To Be A Player&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adam WestBrook - &lt;a href="http://www.adamwestbrook.co.uk/"&gt;Innovation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;"Anyone who tries to make a distinction between education and entertainment doesn't know the first thing about either"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8908658551701324159-2624307849770051280?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/2624307849770051280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=2624307849770051280&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2624307849770051280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2624307849770051280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2010/01/spreading-love.html' title='Spreading The Love'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S0SJSnxsR6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/sqcmZQAZSnY/s72-c/typing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-4316677854591857738</id><published>2010-01-04T13:26:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:39:53.581Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the Month'/><title type='text'>Quote Of The Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The secret of attraction is to love urself"&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Reverend Run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S0Hvl7CzYRI/AAAAAAAAA7g/dvWSEOLIsHs/s1600-h/Man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S0Hvl7CzYRI/AAAAAAAAA7g/dvWSEOLIsHs/s400/Man.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422878861114433810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Your attitude really does determine your altitude. The most important thing especially at this opening junction of the year is to think positive. Love yourself, what you do, what you can do and what you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; do. Fight off the negative energy and watch how much positivity will come your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8908658551701324159-4316677854591857738?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/4316677854591857738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=4316677854591857738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/4316677854591857738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/4316677854591857738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2010/01/quote-of-month.html' title='Quote Of The Month'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/S0Hvl7CzYRI/AAAAAAAAA7g/dvWSEOLIsHs/s72-c/Man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-1434334106816348481</id><published>2010-01-01T10:50:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:13:38.822Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><title type='text'>M is for.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sz8a6SiP1_I/AAAAAAAAA7A/wTxNLNPyJEw/s1600-h/Goals.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 121px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sz8a6SiP1_I/AAAAAAAAA7A/wTxNLNPyJEw/s400/Goals.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422082065087584242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The 1st of January always provides an immediate concoction of promises, expectations, hopes and dreams from all of us in the attempt to make sense and use of a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our resolutions and restorations are created as a long term guide, helping us to replace the mistakes, regrets, misconceptions and/or setbacks of previous experiences with new focus. But what is focus without structure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sz8bjcDHyfI/AAAAAAAAA7I/kT2-yEZF3yw/s1600-h/goals2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sz8bjcDHyfI/AAAAAAAAA7I/kT2-yEZF3yw/s400/goals2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422082772016024050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're all victims of not following our resolutions throughout the year, as the journey towards contentment and happiness is hardly linear.  However we use that as an excuse sometimes and end up back to square one and already planning for the next year. I believe alot of that is down to emphasis on long term planning as supposed to short steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When it comes to getting things done, we need fewer architects and more bricklayers"&lt;/span&gt; - Colleen C. Barrett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every goal or target we wish to achieve and accomplish there are always &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STEPS &lt;/span&gt;provided. It's necessary for us to plan these steps before we think about the resulting success. I've started the year concetrating on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 M'&lt;/span&gt;s that will take me to my year goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M is for Motivation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theory the result, success and/or goal accomplishment should be motivation enough however our journey towards this is always interrupted and we can lack focus afterwards. Its important that we gain small bits of inspiration whether it be something you see, read or hear. Whenever I lack motivation I like to watch the video clip below, it's a real uplifter and helps me to enjoy my craft aswell as re-establish the reason I started my work in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLN2k0b3g70&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OLN2k0b3g70&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M is for Milestones..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set yourself small targets to get yourself to the main target. This in turn gives your focus structure and you are always working towards what you want to achieve. I've proceeded in writing down things I need to do on a weekly basis on paper, however little they may be. This stretches from my work with &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.pbleepd.com/"&gt;Pbleepd&lt;/a&gt; to my daily prayer; organisation leads to productivity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sz8bwBZd9lI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/RfIn4iKIt5I/s1600-h/goals3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sz8bwBZd9lI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/RfIn4iKIt5I/s400/goals3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422082988200293970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M is for Mentor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is (insert concept here) if you have nobody to share it with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking to my older brother last week I realised how important it is to have somebody to talk to every now and again about life. We all have friends and family members we talk to but who do you single out as a mentor figure? It's imperative that we have someone to help guide us on our projects and keep us on the straight and narrow; constructive criticism and feedback are as worthy as appraisal and one word positives such as "good" and "yes".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M is for Movement..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"If Opportunity doesnt knock, build a door&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every industry and facet of life is filled with people who grasp at opportunities. Are you one them? We must align ourselves with those who are willing to do what they can to achieve their goals as well as staying true to themselves. Dont be stagnant, if you want something done then take the steps to do them and dont wait for things to happen. Keep it moving, or someone else will take what you "thought" belonged to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all my readers, followers and silent observers. Make 2010 another one to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay Blessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-1434334106816348481?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/1434334106816348481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=1434334106816348481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1434334106816348481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1434334106816348481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2010/01/m-is-for.html' title='M is for.....'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sz8a6SiP1_I/AAAAAAAAA7A/wTxNLNPyJEw/s72-c/Goals.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-4517230424490401122</id><published>2009-10-21T16:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:18:37.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Musings of Leon Mayne</title><content type='html'>Big shout out to my friend &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ronke&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;a href="http://themusingsofondolady.blogspot.com/"&gt;Musings of Ondo Lady&lt;/a&gt; for featuring me in her weekly&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "My Space" &lt;/span&gt;blog. I'll be attending her London blogger's meet up with some of the &lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" href="http://www.pbleepd.com/meet-the-team/"&gt;Pbleepd &lt;/a&gt;team so I'll post a little something on it. In the meantime check out &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://themusingsofondolady.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-space-leon-mayne.html"&gt;My Space - Leon Mayne&lt;/a&gt; (the name's been baited now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-4517230424490401122?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/4517230424490401122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=4517230424490401122&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/4517230424490401122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/4517230424490401122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/10/musings-of-leon-mayne.html' title='The Musings of Leon Mayne'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-2830152650002892086</id><published>2009-10-21T13:40:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:20:17.892+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wider Perspective'/><title type='text'>Hip Hop? No R&amp;B is Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/St8tX6tx_8I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ymN6T7_zLCU/s1600-h/RB1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 264px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/St8tX6tx_8I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ymN6T7_zLCU/s400/RB1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395080767534661570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had to bring this 2008 article I wrote back because certain people are mistaking certain tracks for R&amp;amp;B, Enjoy the read.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember, the pervasive influence of music has been sustained through it’s uncanny ability to relate to human emotion as well as diversify it’s sound to please the masses. One genre in particular that represented such claims was R’n’B which up until present has been able to re-invent itself time and time again providing music for the mind and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the late 80’s onwards R’n’B was established and divided into different forms of eclectic and soulful sounds including &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Soul&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;New Jack Swing&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Neo-Soul&lt;/span&gt;. These sub genres were the basis of the urban scene and introduced an array of amazing solo, duo and group singers. Whereas a large majority enjoyed R’n’B, the minimum record sales from capable artists in the 90’s meant that recognition was minimal amongst and against the influx of Rock, Country and Pop album sales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corporate strategy was therefore introduced by music labels in which they would produce R’n’B superstars; controlling their image and distribution of a certain type of R’n’B I like to call &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Urban pop&lt;/span&gt;. This would allow music sales to rise and is now seen as the forefront of contemporary R’n’B. Although this fills the pockets of CEOs, executives and artists alike, the strategy has somewhat stifled the identity that was and should be R’n’B. We are now accustomed to hearing artists sing popular songs rather than the rhythmic sounds of true R’n’B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is R’n’B?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhythm and Blues is the definition and representation of this sound often blending funk, dance and/or soul. There is a certain “limited but just right” level of exuberance shown in R’n’B music which makes it enjoyable to listen to as a genre. The combination of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Poetry, Feeling, Flow&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soul&lt;/span&gt; of the artist (hence where the sub genre “soul” came from) enabled listeners to have an emotional attachment to the content and meaning of an R’n’B song. However it seems in this era that these components of R’n’B have disappeared and the overall essence of the genre has left. The content is still the same, with the words portraying soulful stories however the substance has gone….Blues with no Rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the major reasons for this decline is the lack of true Rhythm and Blues artists in both the UK and the US. The 90’s (and partly noughties) had an abundance of talent filling our Discmans and stereos with R’n’B music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/St8sQRs4NuI/AAAAAAAAA5I/LHebTf-MSp0/s1600-h/RB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 454px; height: 115px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/St8sQRs4NuI/AAAAAAAAA5I/LHebTf-MSp0/s400/RB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395079536754308834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you remember…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UK: &lt;/span&gt;Lynden David Hall, Beverley Knight, Omar, Eternal, Floetry, Terri Walker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;US:&lt;/span&gt; Blackstreet, Jodeci, H-Town, Shai, Boyz II Men, SWV, Keith Sweat, 702, TLC, Brownstone, Montell Jordan, Next, Monica, Tamia, Lauryn Hill (etc etc etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UK have tried to bring in R’n’B influenced artists but their time has been short lived leaving it an almost non-existent genre in the UK. This wont surprise many as there has never been a sole year where a flood of UK R’n’B artists are on the scene at once even though there have been a number of them spread over the years. What makes the US list interesting is the number of groups involved in the generation of soul and swing. Today’s industry shows a decrease in melodic groups representing the genre. The solo artists are scattered around in different sub genre’s however the so called forefront of R’n’B has artists involved in Urban Pop and judging by the success it may be this way forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/St8tluR67WI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/yzIklqnLe28/s1600-h/RB2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 528px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/St8tluR67WI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/yzIklqnLe28/s400/RB2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395081004714749282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Contemporary R’n’B is dominated by the likes of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chris Brown, Ne-Yo, Rihanna, T-Pain&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Akon&lt;/span&gt;. All are talented, creative and entertaining artists, but they have been moulded by their labels into Urban Pop Figures. This wades well to the popularity of R’n’B but doesn’t truly represent the genre’s art form. Some may argue the case, as all of the named artists have produced songs that rival or emulate the sound of the 90’s; however the difference between the sound of today and the 90’s is that at least 90% of songs on an album in the soul/swing period had production representing R’n’B whereas today’s albums have at least 30-40% (often much more) urban pop tunes (club bangers). The search for sales rather than sound has reached even the legends in R’n’B with the King, Queen, Prince and Princess (R.Kelly, Mary J Blige, Usher and Beyonce) of the genre having to accommodate their styles and sounds to the up-tempo expectations of their labels and ultimately fans of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pop&lt;/span&gt;ular music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R’n’B artists such as Bobby Valentino are dropped by their labels due to record sales. This is no coincidence as Bobby V is known for producing tracks with more soul orientated content and flow. It seems as though the more records an R’n’B artist sells; the less soulful influence is involved.&lt;br /&gt;LOWER RECORD SALES:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; NEO SOUL/SOUL - Musiq, India Arie, Dwele, Jill Scott, Anthony Hamilton, Erykah Badu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;R&amp;amp;B - Trey Songz, Brian Mcknight, Donell Jones, Tank, Tyrese, Faith Evans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIGHER RECORD SALES:&lt;/span&gt; URBAN POP - Chris Brown, Ne-Yo, Rihanna, Akon, T-Pain, Ciara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the gap between Urban Pop and R’n’B record sales increasing it seems more and more likely that the genre as we know it will never be the same again. Could we be heading into a change of name for the genre? Is R’n’B dead? Well put it this way, if it isn’t dead it’s gone beyond a life support machine and is on its very last breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NGOLo1PBFEE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NGOLo1PBFEE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-2830152650002892086?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/2830152650002892086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=2830152650002892086&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2830152650002892086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2830152650002892086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/10/hip-hop-no-r-is-dead.html' title='Hip Hop? No R&amp;B is Dead'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/St8tX6tx_8I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/ymN6T7_zLCU/s72-c/RB1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-4875682566891790330</id><published>2009-08-16T19:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T19:48:41.601+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pbleepd Stuff'/><title type='text'>Pbleepd.Com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SohUd9E9ZaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/hsJiQU0HxzU/s1600-h/Pbleepd.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 92px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SohUd9E9ZaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/hsJiQU0HxzU/s400/Pbleepd.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370635429227619746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pbleepd website has officially relaunched, still alot of development to do but we'll get there. Check out the articles, reports and updates in the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  * Business - Finance, Networking, Management&lt;br /&gt;  * Education - ILL-LITERACY, Literature, Academia&lt;br /&gt;  * Events - Seminars, Workshops, Lectures, Parties etc&lt;br /&gt;  * Entertainment - Music, Film and TV, Radio, Games and Technology&lt;br /&gt;  * Life and Style - Men &amp;amp; Women, Fashion, Real Talk, Ask Gerald&lt;br /&gt;  * Politics - US, UK, World&lt;br /&gt;  * Sports - Football, Basketball, Tennis, Boxing, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as well as tuning into this blog daily make sure you check out some of our work on &lt;a href="http://www.pbleepd.com/"&gt;www.pbleepd.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-4875682566891790330?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/4875682566891790330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=4875682566891790330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/4875682566891790330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/4875682566891790330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/08/pbleepdcom.html' title='Pbleepd.Com'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SohUd9E9ZaI/AAAAAAAAA3A/hsJiQU0HxzU/s72-c/Pbleepd.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-8063229467264302160</id><published>2009-08-05T16:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T12:59:38.768+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>OFFICIAL VIDEO: Maxwell - Bad Habits</title><content type='html'>Probably my favourite track off the Black Summers Night album. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhw4DS56YNkw3V5pQ8"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhw4DS56YNkw3V5pQ8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&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/8908658551701324159-8063229467264302160?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/8063229467264302160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=8063229467264302160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8063229467264302160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8063229467264302160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/08/official-video-maxwell-bad-habit.html' title='OFFICIAL VIDEO: Maxwell - Bad Habits'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-8509260249231603771</id><published>2009-08-03T22:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:19:34.727+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the Month'/><title type='text'>Quote Of The Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SndUSgUSq6I/AAAAAAAAA2I/dQSuw87HNQg/s1600-h/HH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SndUSgUSq6I/AAAAAAAAA2I/dQSuw87HNQg/s400/HH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365850157924658082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The true measure of a man is how he treats someone who can do him absolutely no good" - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ann Landers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-8509260249231603771?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/8509260249231603771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=8509260249231603771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8509260249231603771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8509260249231603771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/08/quote-of-month.html' title='Quote Of The Month'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SndUSgUSq6I/AAAAAAAAA2I/dQSuw87HNQg/s72-c/HH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-8192496882061226882</id><published>2009-07-23T11:04:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T04:54:06.309+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wider Perspective'/><title type='text'>Is A Title Needed?</title><content type='html'>It's been relatively long since I've been taken aback by someone's theory that wasn't on the same wavelength as mine. Lo and behold it wasn't a new found discovery or an epiphany, just an examination of current affairs. It started off with a question..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Theorist:&lt;/span&gt; Do you see yourself getting married?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Theorist&lt;/span&gt;: Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband:&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm ok or Hmmm I dont believe you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Theorist&lt;/span&gt;: Just Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah good luck with that. How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Theorist: &lt;/span&gt;No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband:&lt;/span&gt; Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Marriage is merely a glamorous ceremony followed by a generic contract, I dont need it to consumate or define the bond between me and my partner" - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Theorist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Followed by three abrupt and interchanging diagonal finger clicks she sat down proud of herself. I laughed for a few minutes but she made a valid point. Indeed it's the opinion of more than one of my friends that marriage is not an option; whereas some have yet to experience love and could possibly be deemed naive to pass judgement, there are those that have been there and made their reasons justifiable. Thirty minutes after The Theorist sprung her analogy it got me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Is Marriage a manufactured tradition made for social structure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's arguable yet intriguing that we are more or less geared and guided towards one direction in life. Although our journeys are different and some refuse to follow the concepts, it's still the majority that view this direction as the path of happiness and contentment. And that is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Academia --&gt; Job --&gt; Relationship --&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Marriage&lt;/span&gt; --&gt; Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The path is almost a birthright that most feel fine with but can appear like a forced structure built by societies' standards. There are no rules that say you have to follow this tradition and the rebels in alot of us dont but this seems like the general jist of life's journey and Marriage is fittingly the breaker of the middle ground between one side of contenment/happiness and the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does love need a title via contract? Are relationships bound by wedlock? Or  is The Theorist seeing past the initial or overall values of marriage and even religion?&lt;br /&gt;If it is indeed part of the system then kudos to the inventor because this is one artificial battery thats gonna forever be caught up in the matrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Love: a temporary insanity, curable by marriage"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8908658551701324159-8192496882061226882?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/8192496882061226882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=8192496882061226882&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8192496882061226882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8192496882061226882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-title-needed.html' title='Is A Title Needed?'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-7899712052215239984</id><published>2009-07-12T01:47:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T02:04:13.600+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><title type='text'>WQST Radio Presents Melanie Fiona Meets The Illadeplphonics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SlkzrZfzEQI/AAAAAAAAAzI/tqIzCBSqxWM/s1600-h/Picnik+collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SlkzrZfzEQI/AAAAAAAAAzI/tqIzCBSqxWM/s320/Picnik+collage.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357370052405563650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Questlove &amp;amp; Melanie Fiona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What do you get when you mix one of the greatest drummers and musically educated minds with one of the best and sexiest modern voices of my time???....A mixtape. Im looking forward to hearing what these two have to offer on "The Bridge". I just downloaded it via Melanie Fiona's twitter. Im expecting good results after seeing this video. Click on the link below to download the mixtape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/download/624168747e1625b4/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DOWNLOAD HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"A painter paints a picture on a canvas but a musician paints their picture on silence"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-7899712052215239984?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/7899712052215239984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=7899712052215239984&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/7899712052215239984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/7899712052215239984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/07/wqst-radio-presents-melanie-fiona-meets.html' title='WQST Radio Presents Melanie Fiona Meets The Illadeplphonics'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SlkzrZfzEQI/AAAAAAAAAzI/tqIzCBSqxWM/s72-c/Picnik+collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6892561049045296999</id><published>2009-06-09T23:44:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:43:10.214+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><title type='text'>"I Just Wanna Be, I Just Wanna Be Successful"</title><content type='html'>Thought I had an idea of what my house would look like until I saw this. Just when humility had taken over Im now back in the black hole of cliched ideologies. Success is a defying definition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let me paint the picture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16,400 square feet, Eight bedrooms suites, Nine bathrooms, Six reception rooms, A cinema, Beauty salon. Gym with pool, Elevator service and underground parking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="divplaylist" width="335" height="28"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=7618307-d4d"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=7618307-d4d" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="335" height="28"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...  Cue this amazing London home designed by Anil and Marisa Varma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Si-xZ8tFQRI/AAAAAAAAAvI/DP4epBM1nRY/s1600-h/DH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Si-xZ8tFQRI/AAAAAAAAAvI/DP4epBM1nRY/s320/DH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345686342062129426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Si-wZvHaBUI/AAAAAAAAAuo/OFOKQF-sAvg/s1600-h/dh2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 273px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Si-wZvHaBUI/AAAAAAAAAuo/OFOKQF-sAvg/s320/dh2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345685238902818114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Si-wZ1IghzI/AAAAAAAAAuw/sTg4tfQw4Eg/s1600-h/dh3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Si-wZ1IghzI/AAAAAAAAAuw/sTg4tfQw4Eg/s320/dh3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345685240518051634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Si-waNc-gUI/AAAAAAAAAvA/DiRba0Ey1Tw/s1600-h/dh5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Si-waNc-gUI/AAAAAAAAAvA/DiRba0Ey1Tw/s320/dh5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345685247046353218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Si-waOKD8HI/AAAAAAAAAu4/EdDG5HU00jo/s1600-h/dh4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Si-waOKD8HI/AAAAAAAAAu4/EdDG5HU00jo/s320/dh4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345685247235453042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen a few mansions in London but nothing quite like this, give me a couple years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"The home is the bottom line of life, the anvil upon which attitudes and convictions are hammered. It is the single most influential force in our earthly existence. No price tag can adequately reflect uts value. No gauge can measure its unltimate influence for good or ill. It is at home, among family members that we come to terms with circumstances. It is here life makes up its mind."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-6892561049045296999?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6892561049045296999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6892561049045296999&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6892561049045296999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6892561049045296999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-just-wanna-be-i-just-wanna-be.html' title='&quot;I Just Wanna Be, I Just Wanna Be Successful&quot;'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Si-xZ8tFQRI/AAAAAAAAAvI/DP4epBM1nRY/s72-c/DH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-3595744430452019100</id><published>2009-06-04T14:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T14:26:13.407+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the Month'/><title type='text'>Quote Of The Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SifK_lFgcpI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Lty79NkaiJo/s1600-h/KT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SifK_lFgcpI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Lty79NkaiJo/s320/KT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343462676534162066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Don't bother to be better than your contemporaries or predecessors. Try to be better than yourself" - &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;William Faulkner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-3595744430452019100?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/3595744430452019100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=3595744430452019100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/3595744430452019100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/3595744430452019100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/06/quote-of-month.html' title='Quote Of The Month'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SifK_lFgcpI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Lty79NkaiJo/s72-c/KT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-1174054843089723083</id><published>2009-05-23T08:07:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T18:45:30.652+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>Spreading The Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SheoIctrw7I/AAAAAAAAAto/-Ka7xZBZRxs/s1600-h/BL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SheoIctrw7I/AAAAAAAAAto/-Ka7xZBZRxs/s320/BL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338920746371236786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot of scriptwork to master today plus an impromptu birthday event to plan for tomorrow (Guess how old Im gonna be) so here's a few posts from some of my favourite blogs. .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Very Smart Brothers -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/im-sooooo-grownextended/"&gt; I'm So Grown (Extended)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Christina Rants -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://christianaa.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html"&gt;I'm Back&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Complex Simplicity -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://complex-simpliciti.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends-i-etiquette.html"&gt;Friends 1: Etiquette&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://complex-simpliciti.blogspot.com/2009/05/friends-ii-rules-of-engagement.html"&gt;Friends 2: Rules of Engagement&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Not The Way It Has To Go, Just What I Prefer -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://thankme-later.blogspot.com/2009/05/girl-i-dont-care-about-how-good-you.html"&gt;Girl I Don't Care About How Good You Look, Impress Me, Show Me A Pay Stub &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Blogs are whatever we make them, defining 'blog' is a fool's errand"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-1174054843089723083?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/1174054843089723083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=1174054843089723083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1174054843089723083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1174054843089723083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/05/spreading-love.html' title='Spreading The Love'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SheoIctrw7I/AAAAAAAAAto/-Ka7xZBZRxs/s72-c/BL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-3588089667683890231</id><published>2009-05-21T12:56:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T13:48:42.320+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><title type='text'>Hey!! Where did all the black sitcoms go?....Revisited</title><content type='html'>Last year at this exact same time I wrote an article about the decrease in black sitcoms (right &lt;a href="http://www.pbleepd.com/entertainment_black_sitcoms.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;) and spoke about how they were hanging on to a thread with only &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;The Game&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Everybody Hates Chris&lt;/span&gt; as the portioned genre's sole representatives. A year on and as of today US &amp;amp; UK have NO black sitcoms left. Stateside, The &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;CW&lt;/span&gt; Channel announced that The Game would not be renewed for a fourth season nor will Everybody Hates Chris for a fifth one leaving the country with only re-runs and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occasional&lt;/span&gt; reality shows. How did it get to this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/ShVY_RhhdJI/AAAAAAAAAtY/9TaMda8tCgw/s1600-h/TG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/ShVY_RhhdJI/AAAAAAAAAtY/9TaMda8tCgw/s320/TG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338270777376601234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the plethora of writers/creators that made such great shows as Girlfriends, My Wife &amp;amp; Kids or One on One.....nothing. So why no shows? The networks will tell you lack of viewers which would be true in the result of any cancellation of any sitcom but it's a little bit deeper than that. I'm gonna try and steer clear from the racism route but you have to pay attention to how TV execs minds work when it comes to ethnic representation. In the US there are 5 networks that gather the most viewers of sitcoms...CBS, ABC, NBC, Fox and CW. The first four I would class as primary networks as people watch everything on those channels where as CW would be a secondary network. When shows such as the Fresh Prince were at their peak they were being shown in the primary networks, which solidified more viewers and a bigger fan base. Fast forward to now and all the "ethnic" related comedies are being put on secondary networks; CW is a great network but with it's programming only marketed towards a certain target group it will always fall short especially if airing sitcoms up against other sitcom competitors on other channels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/ShVZILYLymI/AAAAAAAAAtg/TMBE-f5zTrI/s1600-h/EHC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/ShVZILYLymI/AAAAAAAAAtg/TMBE-f5zTrI/s320/EHC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338270930345642594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hilarious sitcoms such as Two &amp;amp; a Half Men &amp;amp; Scrubs are given even more chances to flourish because they're on primary networks. Its time for TV execs to stop putting black sitcoms in a box and actually air them to a wide range of viewers. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UK's&lt;/span&gt; situation is even worse with Trouble (the only channel that showed more than two black sitcoms, re-runs or not) being taken off Sky leaving us with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ANTM&lt;/span&gt; all day. We &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; seen a UK sitcom in 6 years and that was The Crouches (nothing to be proud of). I cant help but think the failure of The Crouches has made TV networks in the UK cautious and unwilling to risk another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is this the last we've seen of a black sitcom anywhere period?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the seasons to see &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Game&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X09KI6-c_N0&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=139E052AC8F0C167&amp;amp;index=0&amp;amp;playnext=1"&gt;Season 2&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NwPd0pjJtLs&amp;amp;feature=PlayList&amp;amp;p=B3E6865B9F0F6BB1&amp;amp;index=0&amp;amp;playnext=1"&gt;Season 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"All television is educational television. The question is, what is it teaching?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-3588089667683890231?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/3588089667683890231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=3588089667683890231&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/3588089667683890231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/3588089667683890231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/05/hey-where-did-all-black-sitcoms.html' title='Hey!! Where did all the black sitcoms go?....Revisited'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/ShVY_RhhdJI/AAAAAAAAAtY/9TaMda8tCgw/s72-c/TG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-113860647936597339</id><published>2009-05-14T16:14:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T15:55:09.606+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><title type='text'>Gear Grinders (As Inspired By VSB &amp; Greggie)</title><content type='html'>Since I didnt join the "25 things you dont know about me" hype I thought I'd follow in the footsteps of VSB and Greggie and might aswell let you know what pretty much annoys me or &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVj7TRAu9iU"&gt;Grinds My Gears&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SgzupPaN3bI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Eq-y6c2r3Lk/s1600-h/A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 282px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SgzupPaN3bI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Eq-y6c2r3Lk/s400/A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335902050805734834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What Grinds My Gears, Part 1, Take 1, Marker....Action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; When people say "Life is short", come on now what exactly is longer? Life moves at a fast pace but it aint short. It aint short when you're waiting for your payslip and you're only in the first week of the month is it?..thats what I thought&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;amp;postID=113860647936597339"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;. Skinny Jeans on dudes...yeah that aint remotely cool, I dont wanna see the outline of a guy's crotch. I know that stuff must be cutting blood circulation everywhere below the waist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;. Bluetooth Headsets: I didnt know people still rocked these until last week when I saw a cool guy, doing a cool guy walk, in his cool guy clothes, wearing a cool guy hat and talking the cool guy talk. By cool I mean moron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;Girls who dont eat, why? thats like part of the trinity of human lifestyle..you eat, you Number 2 and you sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; The Train person: There's always that one person on the train on your way to work who either smells, talks too loud, plays stupid ass music on their phone or coughs and sneezes outward...no mouth/tissue cover up or nothing....The Swine Flu extortionist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; I cant stand girls who whore themselves in the entertainment circuit. We all want success but earn it respectfully and with hard work, if you havent got the talent go on Big Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; When girls say they'll pay as a test!! Why do that? Get a guy all curious until he says "no Im paying" and she's like "good"......Say you'll pay for me again and see what happens; I'll have your wallet crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; People that talk the talk but neeeever walk the walk this ranges from those "2000 and mine" peeps to people like Arsene Wenger and Ricky Hatton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;Over-Twitterers: This doesn't refer to people who put up alot of twitter updates, it refers to people who put up alot of twitter updates about random crap. "just woke up, morning twitterers" "just put butter on my bread because I like butter" "my bread tasted good, because of the butter I like" "Have you ever wondered why butter is yellow?".........&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;KILL YOURSELF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; Summers coming so expect muscle bound dudes with really tight tops. Listen we all like to look big but for the love of eyes please recognise that size "small" is for small people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;. Middle-aged people in clubs is not working for me Im sorry. I understand that they like to feel young and enjoy the music but I dont think Im ready to share a floor with one of Jesus' classmates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12.&lt;/span&gt; I dont like people with bad breath and they dont know it. Im a really nice person and used to hint at whether someone wanted a chewing gum but sometimes you just gotta throw it in their mouth, works wonders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; Polo shirts should never be worn with the collar up! I've noticed that it's a common style...it's also poorthetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;. The &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1mf2KL0sV98"&gt;stanky leg&lt;/a&gt;, I do not endorse this dance move in any way. It is ridiculous, where do they get this stuff from seriously!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15.&lt;/span&gt; Dry Music Video concepts are beginning to annoy me. Alot of work goes into making a video but you wouldnt guess from some of the stuff on TV. Directors need to be more creative or innovative. If not how about this for a crazy idea, follow the story the song depicts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;. White cars: There's nothing wrong with these actually, my friend's gotta nice white car. But lets be honest if you're gonna be driving a white car on a regular basis it aint gonna stay crispy clean very long. Why buy it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt; Follow Fashion is slyly annoying especially when it's pandemic fashion. Ed Hardy and Lyle &amp;amp; Scott must die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. &lt;/span&gt;Im in a train station making my way home, I hear echoes of great music wave across the tiled walls, as I get to the escalator I see a man playing an instrument for money. I hold change in my hand look at him but carry on walking, why? because homeless people aren't meant to have such instruments and be well dressed and this dude is. Nonsense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt; If I havent offered you my food, that means I dont want you to have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ANY&lt;/span&gt; of my food. "Can I have some fo...NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt; UK Television. Has anyone in the history of life stared at a car for 5 seconds knowing it's going to knock them over even though they have time to move out the way? Yes...in Eastenders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"What annoyances are more painful than those of which we cannot complain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-113860647936597339?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/113860647936597339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=113860647936597339&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/113860647936597339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/113860647936597339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/05/gear-grinders-as-inspired-by-vsb.html' title='Gear Grinders (As Inspired By VSB &amp; Greggie)'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SgzupPaN3bI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Eq-y6c2r3Lk/s72-c/A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-8859849705186017513</id><published>2009-05-13T18:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T18:09:24.530+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>Mos Def - Casa Bey</title><content type='html'>Mr Def drops the first video from his anticpated Ecstatic album, I am definitely copping it. Are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/CAfkrdlp5QLtjgWH"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/CAfkrdlp5QLtjgWH" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-8859849705186017513?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/8859849705186017513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=8859849705186017513&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8859849705186017513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8859849705186017513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/05/mos-def-casa-bey.html' title='Mos Def - Casa Bey'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-9045771959363052652</id><published>2009-05-02T17:14:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:04:13.308+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the Month'/><title type='text'>Quote Of The Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sfx2G0SkG2I/AAAAAAAAAro/LnoXEtjx9sE/s1600-h/ID.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sfx2G0SkG2I/AAAAAAAAAro/LnoXEtjx9sE/s400/ID.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331265918387624802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Individual ideas, like breaths, are waiting to be drawn from unlimited supply&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Margaret Danner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-9045771959363052652?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/9045771959363052652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=9045771959363052652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/9045771959363052652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/9045771959363052652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/05/quote-of-month.html' title='Quote Of The Month'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sfx2G0SkG2I/AAAAAAAAAro/LnoXEtjx9sE/s72-c/ID.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-1355771476686990642</id><published>2009-05-01T12:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T12:46:58.004+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throwback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>Friday Means Throwback</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SfrhDOj63LI/AAAAAAAAArg/t34-Q4fdqVc/s1600-h/MD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 199px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SfrhDOj63LI/AAAAAAAAArg/t34-Q4fdqVc/s400/MD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330820554511015090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diverse artist, conscious &amp;amp; intelligent lyrics, love for the craft &amp;amp; master of the art. Mos Def is one of those Hip-Hop artists that will have longevity because of his dedication to Hip-Hop, his beefless career and because he's just that damn good. Today's Throwback is a personal favourite of mine; it's theraputic, inspiring, relaxing and nurturing. Despite Mos Def not rapping the track still reigns supreme due to it's poetic and tranquil substance. Word of advice, play this track as soon as you wake up, instant focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mos Def -&lt;/span&gt; Umi Says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CsihHoyqwWY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CsihHoyqwWY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" 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;Make sure you pick up his album "Ecstatic" this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Life is a song of your choice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-1355771476686990642?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/1355771476686990642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=1355771476686990642&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1355771476686990642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1355771476686990642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/05/friday-means-throwback.html' title='Friday Means Throwback'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SfrhDOj63LI/AAAAAAAAArg/t34-Q4fdqVc/s72-c/MD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-1293838857760970453</id><published>2009-04-28T22:49:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T04:36:51.908+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wider Perspective'/><title type='text'>Women Bend, Men Break</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SffIRCgTsYI/AAAAAAAAAq4/AwrKKbwQ5sE/s1600-h/WM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SffIRCgTsYI/AAAAAAAAAq4/AwrKKbwQ5sE/s400/WM.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329948879071981954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well done &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" href="http://www.jamiefoxx.com/index2.cfm"&gt;Jamie Foxx&lt;/a&gt; for coming up with this phrase two weeks ago on his Foxxhole radio show (the same show that had the infamous &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QTJicuDPg2w"&gt;Miley Cyrus diss&lt;/a&gt;). It is a complex analysis made simple by it's abiding definition -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Women bend, Men break"&lt;/span&gt;. You see relationships as we know grow from strength to strength with the constant rotation of love, trust and commitment. A bond is created between a man and a woman based on these foundations and we often find a relationship blossoming. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/span&gt; there comes a time...scratch that numerous times when this relationship is tested and 8 times out of 10 that so called strength portrayed becomes curiously fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldnt be accurate to say every test has the same reaction but more often than not you find in circumstancial scenarios women bend while men break. Now when we say women bend we are refering to their reaction to a negative scenario that can affect a relationship....the woman is clearly affected (hence the bending) but rather than show outright anger she conceals it and saves the issue for a rainy day. When it comes to the man on the other hand he has less tolerance and his reaction is instant and somewhat volatile (hence the breaking) towards the situation. If you pay your attention to the scenarios below......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see your partner talking to someone of the opposite sex, and they are friendlier than usual&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Woman Bends&lt;/span&gt;: She'll see her man talking to another girl and even though it upsets her, she wont react. Instead she'll collect her thoughts and save it for another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Man Breaks&lt;/span&gt;: He sees her talking to a guy and it's an instant reaction, he's angry and lets her &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; the guy she's talking to know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;New Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your partner has a new friend of the opposite sex that they speak to often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Woman Bends:&lt;/span&gt; She'll wait (and hope) for her man to tell her who the new friend is. If he doesnt say, she'll ask about her and ask to meet her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Man Breaks:&lt;/span&gt; He'll ask (complain) about her new friend and request less time be spent speaking to him. When meeting the friend he gives him the cold shoulder and the eyes to let him know. The new friend unsurprisingly rarely speaks to her ever again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holiday in Napa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your partner's going on a party holiday....in Napa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Woman Bends:&lt;/span&gt; Has her suspicions but quietly trusts her partner wil behave himself (pssh..in Napa? haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Man Breaks:&lt;/span&gt; He knows she's likely to misbehave especially with some of the girls she's going with. He's not happy, he gets into an argument which either forces her to misbehave or forces &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; to join her in Napa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You aint getting any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your partner aint in the mood for sex, simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Woman Bends:&lt;/span&gt; She shows anger but doesnt complain for too long, she collects her thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Man Breaks:&lt;/span&gt; Its the end of the world, he's fuming and doesnt know what to do with himself, he has no control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Miscellaneous Objects&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see something in the car that doesnt belong to you...and sure as hell dont belong to your partner....but whoever it belongs to is the same sex as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Woman Bends:&lt;/span&gt; Save it for a Rainy Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Man Breaks:&lt;/span&gt; Everyday is a rainy day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What time you call this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your partner comes home late....&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;real late&lt;/span&gt; after a party. They look and smell different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Woman Bends&lt;/span&gt;: She doesnt say anything, she logs it into her memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Man Breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; If he hasnt called her already before she even hits the door, he'll turn into CSI Miami.com/ForensicDetectives and go mad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenarios dont lie......the scenarios do not lie! So I guess after that the next thing is to look at the even &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;wider perspective&lt;/span&gt; and disect why. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Why do women bend and men break?&lt;/span&gt; The truth is I dunno, maybe it's control issues. Reading an essay once the writer interstingly suggested that there's sometimes a gap between a man's ability to reason and his ability to feel whereas women can connect reason with emotion whilst also knowing that reason can't solve all emotional issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all like to be in control of our life...men more or less take pride in being in "control" of their relationship and when they sense that their "control" has been comprimised they react aggressively (masculinity revisited) because they aren't used to not being in "control", they havent gained the necessary knowledge of how to react. Women know that breaking hardly creates control so they wait, they bend...they are tactful...they wait til the man is at a vulnerable or weak position and then they unleash. Does that make women are stronger than men?....well thats another blog post in itself. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"The weaker the argument, the stronger the words"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-1293838857760970453?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/1293838857760970453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=1293838857760970453&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1293838857760970453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1293838857760970453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/04/women-bend-men-break.html' title='Women Bend, Men Break'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SffIRCgTsYI/AAAAAAAAAq4/AwrKKbwQ5sE/s72-c/WM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-2247235749324038562</id><published>2009-04-24T16:50:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T04:35:33.255+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throwback'/><title type='text'>Friday Means Throwback</title><content type='html'>This has been a strange week. I swear I've seen more women over 6ft this week than in my entire lifetime. Speaking to a substantial amount of women looking up is an interesting experience. I've accepted the fact that at 6ft (and a half) and 22 years old Im not growing anymore but this female growth spurt has to stop!! Nah Im playing, tall women get the thumbs up..... but I aint ready for the photos with them.  Enjoy the throwback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Skeelo - &lt;/span&gt;I Wish I Was A Little Bit Taller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="390"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/gFNU6G3gb5/aus=false/pv=2/"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/gFNU6G3gb5/aus=false/pv=2/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="460" height="390"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"If you aren't in over head you don't know how tall you are"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-2247235749324038562?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/2247235749324038562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=2247235749324038562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2247235749324038562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2247235749324038562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-means-throwback_24.html' title='Friday Means Throwback'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-8228657602042580483</id><published>2009-04-23T12:58:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T13:17:25.792+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>PREMIER VIDEO: The Foreign Exchange Feat Darien Brockington - Take Off The Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SfBbkJ1HcSI/AAAAAAAAAp4/gJ_MEUV6cxM/s1600-h/FE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SfBbkJ1HcSI/AAAAAAAAAp4/gJ_MEUV6cxM/s400/FE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327859035851419938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not many know about the Foreign Exchange but they are one of the few musicians that are holding the flag for modern music. Made up of Nicolay and Phonte from rap group Little Brother, FE have a great blend of Neo-Soul, Jazz, Hip-Hop &amp;amp; Funk and you can hear a couple of their tracks off my playlist. Here's their new video with affiliate Darien Brockington; keep a look out for the second track at the end, should sound familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/theforeignexchange"&gt;The Foreign Exchange Myspace&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/darienakadbrock"&gt;Darien Brockington Myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4253640&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4253640&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;" &gt;"Take a music bath once or twice a week for a few seasons.  You will find it is to the soul what a water bath is to the body"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-8228657602042580483?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/8228657602042580483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=8228657602042580483&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8228657602042580483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8228657602042580483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/04/premier-video-foreign-exchange-feat.html' title='PREMIER VIDEO: The Foreign Exchange Feat Darien Brockington - Take Off The Blues'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SfBbkJ1HcSI/AAAAAAAAAp4/gJ_MEUV6cxM/s72-c/FE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-5384884853485902994</id><published>2009-04-22T14:00:00.018+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T15:16:11.309+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wider Perspective'/><title type='text'>It's Who AND What You Know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SfB3ZPaWPmI/AAAAAAAAAqA/rfAf-cXDb1o/s1600-h/Huh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SfB3ZPaWPmI/AAAAAAAAAqA/rfAf-cXDb1o/s400/Huh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327889634696773218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont ever let anyone distill in your head that "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's Not What You Know, It's Who You Know&lt;/span&gt;" That's a whole bunch of crap. You really think someone you know will let you progress without some kinda knowledge? if the answer is yes then your progression in life will be somewhat stifled by your inability to learn and adapt it to experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who and What you know combined is more powerful than one or the other. The more skills learnt the better and being able to combine your gift, talent, intelligence and creativity with communication and people skills will only provide a stronger foundation for future growth. If there's anything I learnt from my years at Uni it's that it was a platform for higher learning academically and socially, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Network, Network, Network&lt;/span&gt;. The socio-technological era we live in only adds weight to this with modern technology geared towards communication and feedback from each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being said however dont feel that if you dont know people that you're headed in the wrong direction. The truth is "who you know" is just an added bonus to "what you know" but dont let not knowing someone stop you from acheiving your dream...If Opportunity Doesn't Knock, Build A Door. Acquire knowledge to solidify &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;What You Know, &lt;/span&gt;and if you dont network just know that at the very least the one person who knows you (the man upstairs) will guide you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Only the educated are free"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-5384884853485902994?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/5384884853485902994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=5384884853485902994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/5384884853485902994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/5384884853485902994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-who-and-what-you-know.html' title='It&apos;s Who AND What You Know'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SfB3ZPaWPmI/AAAAAAAAAqA/rfAf-cXDb1o/s72-c/Huh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-3735127740437297845</id><published>2009-04-20T14:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T14:27:33.948+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Of The Day'/><title type='text'>What's Next? (Thought Of The Day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SeyOnQmWeKI/AAAAAAAAApo/E3ghat2a_CQ/s1600-h/WN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 257px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SeyOnQmWeKI/AAAAAAAAApo/E3ghat2a_CQ/s400/WN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326789264394320034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You ever reach a stage in your life and wonder if anything new's gonna happen? You "think" you've overturned obstacles and passed small milestones and stages and now you're waiting? It isn't exactly a crossroads because a crossroads still has options; but it isnt a dead end because you've still got something to look forward to (at least you think you should). Instead it's like reaching a traffic junction and there's no indication of whether you should turn left or right. What's Next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's Next is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;. There's no  major epiphany or stand out discovery, it's all about you. Good things comes to those who wait but better things comes to those who dont procrastinate. Everyone has a particular milestone they want to reach in life but have a different mindset as to how they are going to get there. Too often I've seen people around me give up too easily or take a less effective road making cliched mistakes in thinking the path to success, happiness and portioned contentment is a straight road with only minor bumps. The laziness sets in, they blend in with the rest and become a ground eagle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to figure out what's next you have to master what's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;? Whatever it is you want to achieve in life starts from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; and the small steps you take towards that goal. Focus on your character, your weaknesses, your strengths and your potential in order to implement your actions, your talents and your skills. Tie up any loose ends you have now however small and possibly insignificant to give yourself a clean slate and no excuse to flourish in future. What's Next is you dealing with What's Now. What's Now is you planning for What's Next. Confused?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"The toughest part about getting to the top of the ladder is about getting through the crowd at the bottom"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-3735127740437297845?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/3735127740437297845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=3735127740437297845&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/3735127740437297845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/3735127740437297845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/04/whats-next-thought-of-day.html' title='What&apos;s Next? (Thought Of The Day)'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SeyOnQmWeKI/AAAAAAAAApo/E3ghat2a_CQ/s72-c/WN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6503261039547284488</id><published>2009-04-07T14:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:20:32.989+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>Lil Wayne Feat Young Money - Every Girl</title><content type='html'>Been bumping this track for a while now, didnt think they would bring a video for it due to the language but they did. I will definitely be bumping this in the summer, old or not. Here's Lil Wayne bringing through his Young Money label including Dreezy, enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PWEObfKT1aU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PWEObfKT1aU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" 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(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Music is a performance and needs the audience"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-6503261039547284488?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6503261039547284488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6503261039547284488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6503261039547284488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6503261039547284488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/04/lil-wayne-feat-young-money-every-girl.html' title='Lil Wayne Feat Young Money - Every Girl'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-2830160092844091158</id><published>2009-04-06T18:21:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T15:20:49.583+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><title type='text'>Nice Guys Finish Second To Last</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sdtc14K4E3I/AAAAAAAAApg/KYg7GdGX9_g/s1600-h/NG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 174px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sdtc14K4E3I/AAAAAAAAApg/KYg7GdGX9_g/s400/NG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321949465349198706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;....well Im assuming nice guys come before Serial Killers, if not then I can only think the female demographic are simply put, mental!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like asking the questions rather than answering them this week. The old cliche about nice guys finishing last will forever be a hackneyed phrase because 8 times out of 10 it's true. There's a future desire for the nice guy but a current need for the not so nice guy instilled in many the mind of a female. Some, not all claim the nice guy lacks the "X Factor"...what does the X stand for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows! but the not so great guys are definitely getting the long end of the stick. Im yet to know where this social "commandment" truly stems from seeing as the population of girls who choose the not so nice guys is vast let alone the female population full stop. So Ladies and Gents I ask you, do females prefer the Eric Benets, the Chris Browns or the Jeremy Kyle/Maury characters of this world or is there just a short supply of nice guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"It's nice to be important but more important to be nice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-2830160092844091158?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/2830160092844091158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=2830160092844091158&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2830160092844091158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2830160092844091158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/04/nice-guys-finish-second-to-last.html' title='Nice Guys Finish Second To Last'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sdtc14K4E3I/AAAAAAAAApg/KYg7GdGX9_g/s72-c/NG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-1093267248963347260</id><published>2009-04-03T09:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:38:15.158+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throwback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>Friday Means Throwback</title><content type='html'>You always get those unprompted moments which rarely get repeated ever again; earlier this week I was chilling with a group of friends and we were talking about how music developed then kinda declined in originality and pureness over the past few years. Then we found ourselves bubbling to old school motown classics, 80's/90's grooves and Hip-Hop. For once I actually stayed in the room to bare some of the tone deaf girls shriek the tunes of  Cheryl Lynn, Anita Baker, Regina Belle etc and the guys rapping over each other in unison (its possible) to Nas, Big L, Pac and Biggie etc. We joked, sang and flowed all night and the setting/atmosphere reminded me of the track below. Mainstream R'n'B will never be the same...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Janet Jackson -&lt;/span&gt; That's The Way Love Goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSYj9cbNWQ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vSYj9cbNWQ8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Music is an artform that transcends language"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-1093267248963347260?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/1093267248963347260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=1093267248963347260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1093267248963347260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1093267248963347260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-means-throwback.html' title='Friday Means Throwback'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-419876649606168204</id><published>2009-04-03T00:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:45:15.326+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the Month'/><title type='text'>Quote Of The Month</title><content type='html'>Simply put....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"BE THE PERSON YOU WOULD MOST LIKE TO MEET"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SdXamJADhMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0CSlSx9naVs/s1600-h/SS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SdXamJADhMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0CSlSx9naVs/s400/SS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320398883594142914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-419876649606168204?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/419876649606168204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=419876649606168204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/419876649606168204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/419876649606168204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/04/quote-of-month.html' title='Quote Of The Month'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SdXamJADhMI/AAAAAAAAAo4/0CSlSx9naVs/s72-c/SS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6741663650825575580</id><published>2009-03-31T22:14:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:48:11.784+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wider Perspective'/><title type='text'>Just A Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy Says:&lt;/span&gt; How long have we been talking now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl Says:&lt;/span&gt; 6 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy Says:&lt;/span&gt; No...I mean wow... but I meant how long have we known each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl Says:&lt;/span&gt; a few months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy Says:&lt;/span&gt; feels like years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl Says:&lt;/span&gt; I know right? you're probably one of the few people let alone guys that I feel comfortable talking to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy Says:&lt;/span&gt; same &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Akward silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl and Guy Says:&lt;/span&gt; So.....oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl Says:&lt;/span&gt; You first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy Says:&lt;/span&gt; Ok, Lets say hypothetically speaking we were together and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Girl Laughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy Says:&lt;/span&gt; Why you laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl Says:&lt;/span&gt; Haha I dunno, Me and you together just sounds weird, you're like a brother to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Echoes ring through the guys head:&lt;/span&gt; "a brother to me"...."a brother to me"...."a brother to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SdOYu4YgtRI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/PFwYE1dWcT4/s1600-h/BH1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 154px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SdOYu4YgtRI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/PFwYE1dWcT4/s400/BH1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319763516031284498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can think of only two more instances where a girl could tell a guy something that pretty much shatters his world. Its a hard pill to swallow and an even harder zone to get out of. The moment a girl brings the terminology "brother" or "friend" in a situation where a guy's trying to be with her, he has to concede defeat whether he wants to believe it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine an olympic stadium represents the girl's thoughts, the girl is a gold medal and the guy is a 400metre hurdler who has reached the final; he has "trained" all his life for this moment and now he's up for the prize against other worthy opponents (random dudes after her). The race begins and he's off, jumping hurdle after hurdle with consumate ease. He jumps over the nerves hurdle, jumps over the sense of humour hurdle, jumps over the ambition hurdle, then it gets a little tense and it hits between the 200 &amp;amp; 300metre mark. At this point it's his perserverance thats pushing him as he knows the last 100 metres beckons; he jumps over the likes and dislikes hurdles, jumps over the ex hurdles, clatters the "how many" hurdles but still manages to stay on his feet. He now reaches the final stretch, he's in the lead and is on the verge of claiming everything he's worked hard for. All of a sudden as he gets to the last few hurdles and there's a change in logistics, he's losing abit of breath, has he trained too hard? Now he's relying on just his adrenalin as his opponents are catching up. He's still in the lead and believes he can do it but the next hurdle has a different look to it, it seems jumpable from afar but as he gets closer there is something more solidified about this hurdle...ah yes, this is the friendship/brother hurdle. He skips across the track towards the hurdle and jumps but his front leg gets caught in the hurdle and he falls to the ground. Time moves in slow motion as he sees his opponents run and jump OVER the friendship/brother past him towards the finish line. He gets up but he knows it's too late, for as much as he is the crowd favourite he cannot claim the prize....pissed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="255"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v2154999&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v2154999&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1" width="400" height="255"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No guy I know likes when someone they're after hits them with the "like a friend/brother" tag. It's a mental and physical drain to a guy's system as he has spent quality time getting to know the girl and vice-versa; the mental gap has already been bridged and the physical was there from the get go so he's now feenin for her. What happens now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SdOZENMtBNI/AAAAAAAAAoY/MZagYK9-b-g/s1600-h/BH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 211px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SdOZENMtBNI/AAAAAAAAAoY/MZagYK9-b-g/s400/BH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319763882396157138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As any guy would do they try to retrace their steps as to where it all went wrong.  Was it when he told her his weaknesses? Did he play one too many of her favourite slow jams in the background? Was he procrastinating in asking her out? Did he play the good samaritan and spend maybe one minute/hour too long talking about her ex? Who knows!! What he does know is that he now has to sit there with the shattered memories of what could have been....for what awaits him could be more devastating than ever; her calling him to speak about OTHER guys and asking for advice. And like a good friend he is and has been to her he gives her the advice she needs to hear knowing fully well he should be that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thanks him and even coins the phrase I love you but he knows its a "friend" thing. All that's left to do now is cry like a little school girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no moral or solution to this story because frankly it can happen to the best of us but at least it answers the question on whether girls and guys can be friends....yes, yes they can, hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Love is blind, friendship closes it's eyes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-6741663650825575580?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6741663650825575580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6741663650825575580&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6741663650825575580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6741663650825575580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-friend.html' title='Just A Friend'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SdOYu4YgtRI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/PFwYE1dWcT4/s72-c/BH1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-95971012850499884</id><published>2009-03-31T01:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T01:43:42.986+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>Acquired Knowledge</title><content type='html'>Here's a couple of recent blog posts from a few blogs I follow that have been in an interesting read over the past week since I've been back online. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thankme-later.blogspot.com/2009/03/figured-id-make-quick-note-about-this.html"&gt;"When You Know Better, You Do Better"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://necolebitchie.com/2009/03/30/5-signs-they-arent-good-enough-for-you"&gt;5 Signs They Aren't Good Enough For You&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.verysmartbrothas.com/the-wrong-time-always-seems-like-the-right-time-right-before-the-wrong-time/"&gt;The Wrong Time Seems Like The Right Time, Right Before The Wrong Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smartshoes.blogspot.com/2009/03/red-light-smart-shoes.html"&gt;Red Light&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://christianaa.blogspot.com/2009/03/christiana-and-pac-mans-lessons.html"&gt;Christiana and Pac-Man Lessons&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"There are more writers of blogs right now than there are readers, so that's clearly a vanity phenomenon"&lt;/span&gt; -Highlarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8908658551701324159-95971012850499884?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/95971012850499884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=95971012850499884&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/95971012850499884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/95971012850499884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/acquired-knowledge.html' title='Acquired Knowledge'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-3120223951329512469</id><published>2009-03-30T21:59:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T23:23:08.505+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wider Perspective'/><title type='text'>Are We Nosy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SdFEc2Dy5tI/AAAAAAAAAoI/e_j0H2QoM3w/s1600-h/ED.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SdFEc2Dy5tI/AAAAAAAAAoI/e_j0H2QoM3w/s400/ED.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319107897239725778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So we've got social networking sites, reality TV shows, advanced google mapping and that girl who stares across the road when you're leaving your house making you that much more paranoid about what she's planning...no? maybe thats just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way the first three modes of "entertainment" have got me wondering whether there's a sudden burst of subtle voyeurism in the minds of it's users. You take &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; for instance and disect what it's used for...the benefits are obvious, catching up with friends, networking, contacting people when you havent got minutes/credit (good times), sharing files etc but then what happens in between that? Fortunately for Mark Zuckerberg however and unfortunately for us Facebook can become addictive and you find yourself roaming for friends out of bordeom checking up on their photos, relationship statuses, eavesdropping on their conversations with a mutual friend or with a randomer, or your on the receiving end of an unwanted add/message from someone who's seen a photo of you in their school friend's twice removed cousin's facebook rave...you know the one where you're in a photo with your three friends holding a champagne glass in those new sharp megapixel cameras.... or maybe you're that person who adds them lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social networks have kinda taken two directions. The first direction is the original purpose and the second is straight voyeurism/nosiness/"inner" behaviour. Its not our faults I guess, these mediums are just designed to make us be the receiver or the trigger of such behaviour. Take &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Twitter&lt;/span&gt; for another example, it is again great for networking, communication and promotion but from another perspective it's just an ever updating list of statuses about what everybody's up to...nosy!! I have fallen for the trap a couple of times since being on twitter but it's hard not to since thats all it is, you have to "follow" each other to make sense of it all so essentially it's a networking stalker starter kit. It's the closest you'll get to speaking to certain celebs/superstars so I guess thats ok....yep nothing more fun than making friends with famous people who dont talk back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's the reality TV shows which are beginning to wipe out original programming (still kinda pissed about &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Trouble TV&lt;/span&gt; getting &lt;a href="http://pbleepdblog.blogspot.com/2009/03/trouble-to-make-way-for-living-tv.html"&gt;locked off&lt;/a&gt;, re-runs or not). I used to wonder why there wasn't any innovative programmes on TV til I realised that viewers just dont watch it. No ad revenue for TV networks means bankruptcy and so they venture into the world of "reality" and make shows where viewers can participate. The public love eavesdropping, its what the word "public" is based on, trust me. As for the google map innovation, well it doesnt take a genius to know what that may lead to. All in all I cant help but think media mediums have helped illustrate a fact that we all have known at the back of our minds, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we are nosy!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"The things most people want to know about are usually none of their business. It's a 50/50 on whether they can make it their business with positive outcome"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-3120223951329512469?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/3120223951329512469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=3120223951329512469&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/3120223951329512469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/3120223951329512469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/are-we-nosy.html' title='Are We Nosy?'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SdFEc2Dy5tI/AAAAAAAAAoI/e_j0H2QoM3w/s72-c/ED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-8790229868411969930</id><published>2009-03-29T18:16:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T14:14:31.336+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>Mish-Mash #5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sc_4dvOLNrI/AAAAAAAAAno/eYlWlXcdSyI/s1600-h/TV.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 197px; height: 164px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sc_4dvOLNrI/AAAAAAAAAno/eYlWlXcdSyI/s320/TV.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318742874723661490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So for the first time in a while I get to chill on a sunday with no commitments whatsoever. I got my food set on continuous, my laptop for my notes and my sky remote firmly in my hand as I chill watching TV. I flick to Trouble and catch up with some sitcom re-runs only to hear the channel announce that on April 1st there'll be no more Trouble TV. What!?! Where am I gonna go to when Im bored? The one channel that allowed decent sitcom imports some airtime is getting replaced by more &lt;a href="http://www.livingtv.co.uk/"&gt;Living TV&lt;/a&gt;...booo! One on One &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;, Martin &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;, Girlfriends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;, All Of Us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone,&lt;/span&gt; Fresh Prince &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;, How I Met Your Mother Gone, My Wife &amp;amp; Kids &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gone&lt;/span&gt;. Now I gotta watch size zeros screaming at my screen; I just wanna throw a cheeseburger at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sc_46a9DUAI/AAAAAAAAAn4/eT5lwvgnr64/s1600-h/DD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 152px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sc_46a9DUAI/AAAAAAAAAn4/eT5lwvgnr64/s320/DD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318743367499337730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you havent seen ""Diary of A Tired Black Man" yet watch it, not for the acting but for the comments in between scenes. Hilarious. I finally got to watch it last night on DVD and it was interesting. quite thought provoking too, definitely an argument starter. I'll be raising a question from it as part of my debate week on my blog this week. Check the original youtube clip that got the director a movie deal by clicking &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pz7BZSfYpls"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Might watch the movie below too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eBl4PVZ4mbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eBl4PVZ4mbA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sc_4d_0tBvI/AAAAAAAAAnw/rJaqslOw3Mg/s1600-h/MS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 135px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sc_4d_0tBvI/AAAAAAAAAnw/rJaqslOw3Mg/s320/MS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318742879180228338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You wanna release an album with no hype then do it like Mos Def. Rather than get involved in some kinda beef track or try something innovative Def kept it simple and let his "words" do the talking. He joins an elite group of artists whose albums Im looking forward to this year including Eminem, Lupe Fiasco, Kanye West, Ginuwine, Chipmunk, Rick Ross, Busta Rhymes, Teedra Moses even. Anyway check a preview for his album The Ecstatic This Spring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=53995151,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor="&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=53995151,t=1,mt=video,searchID=,primarycolor=,secondarycolor=" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sc_46mtnKTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/nMPJ46ST3xU/s1600-h/SW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 152px; height: 101px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sc_46mtnKTI/AAAAAAAAAoA/nMPJ46ST3xU/s320/SW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318743370655803698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May 30th will be the first part to my new script for the blog. This one is likely to be done in advance so there's more chance of it actually being on time (maybe). So gear up, 8 weeks to go! Gonna start a whole new blog also with a couple friends soon called "Real Talk" so stay tuned for that one, controversial yet conditioned for the average reader..you'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;New Ginuwine Single Featuring Number 10 in my &lt;a href="http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2008/12/broadbands-top-10-women.html"&gt;Top 10&lt;/a&gt; Lisa Raye &amp;amp; my supposed look-a-like Tyrese (I still to this day dont see the resemblance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="460" height="201"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x8sxpg_last-chance-bmf_creation&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x8sxpg_last-chance-bmf_creation&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="460" height="201"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x8sxpg_last-chance-bmf_creation"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/BlakMusicFirst"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broadband's Music Rotation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Young Jeezy - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Don't Do It&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake -&lt;/span&gt; Say What's Real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nas Feat Marsha Ambrosius -&lt;/span&gt; If I Ruled The World (2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eric Benet -&lt;/span&gt; Chocolate Legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rick Ross -&lt;/span&gt; Cigar Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Dream -&lt;/span&gt; Sweat It Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lil Wayne -&lt;/span&gt; Been A Week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lethal Bizzle Feat Donaeo -&lt;/span&gt; Go Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Consequence &amp;amp; Kid Cudi -&lt;/span&gt; Buggin' Out '09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nelly Furtado -&lt;/span&gt; I Gotta Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jennifer Hudson Feat Ludacris -&lt;/span&gt; Pocketbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight that's it, Im off to catch up with three weeks worth of radio via The Foxxhole and Speedy's Comedy Corner. Keep checking up on this blog and the &lt;a href="http://www.pbleepd.co.uk/"&gt;Pbleepd Blog&lt;/a&gt;. The &lt;a href="http://www.pbleepd.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; is coming back I assure you and stay tuned for Debate week starting tomorrow right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Easy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/8908658551701324159-8790229868411969930?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/8790229868411969930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=8790229868411969930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8790229868411969930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8790229868411969930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/mish-mash-5.html' title='Mish-Mash #5'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sc_4dvOLNrI/AAAAAAAAAno/eYlWlXcdSyI/s72-c/TV.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-5738700620215010440</id><published>2009-03-27T13:39:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:38:19.283Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Of The Day'/><title type='text'>Swagger (Thought Of The Day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Swagger:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A dashing or confident air or way of doing something"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SczkIH_aqgI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Z16T7NKdVbQ/s1600-h/SW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SczkIH_aqgI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Z16T7NKdVbQ/s320/SW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317876088252836354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gonna keep this one relatively short since it's a topic that has been questioned, elaborated and overall done to death. I've seen a few blogs (&lt;a href="http://necolebitchie.com/2008/10/02/death-of-swag-hater"&gt;Necole Bitchie&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://verybutterz.blogspot.com/2008/10/swagger-swag.html"&gt;Butterz&lt;/a&gt;, etc) on how swagger is the most annoying term and topic in the world today and I find it hard to disagree. However in an industry where violence and hate is often the number 1 antidote for a hit tune or record I somewhat don't have a huge problem with swagger being introduced to an artist's forte. Warranted the tediousness derived from it's repetitive use in EVERY track is a common cause of frustration but you do have some sense of positivity in thinking "wow maybe they &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; diversify their content". Only problem is that the diversification just stops there and as lovers of music the public are now hung on the word too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="divplaylist" width="335" height="28"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6936977-16d"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6936977-16d" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="335" height="28"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see so many people obsessed with the word that it's created it's own culture but as much they may like the word it doesnt actually mean they have swagger. The definition in the dictionary is just the basics so dont think because you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;say&lt;/span&gt; you have swagger "confidently" that you can go around tarnishing it's name. Stay true to yourself and stop following fashion because swagger is somewhat a follow fashion phenomenon that has reversed the positive notion of standing out to now just fitting in. Swagger is like Sugar in a sense that too much of it is too bad for you. Where swagger was entertaining before it has unfortunately resurfaced as a virus spreading across the world and it wont stop until everyone is colour co-ordinating their eye colour with their belts. Like my swaggajacking friend (lol) Eileen said, the new "swagger" is just being yourself...being normal. and I'm as normal as they get haha *brushes shoulders off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"He who trims himself to suit everyone will soon whittle himself away"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8908658551701324159-5738700620215010440?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/5738700620215010440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=5738700620215010440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/5738700620215010440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/5738700620215010440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/swagger-thought-of-day.html' title='Swagger (Thought Of The Day)'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SczkIH_aqgI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Z16T7NKdVbQ/s72-c/SW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6278891560891794239</id><published>2009-03-27T12:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T13:20:43.554Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throwback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>Friday Means Throwback!</title><content type='html'>Right now if someone was gonna ask me who have been the top female solo voices of R'n'B in my era the list in no order would include Faith Evans, Mary J. Blige, Jill Scott, Toni Braxton &amp;amp; Lauryn Hill, Brandy, Aaliyah, India Arie, Erykah Badu, Mariah Carey &amp;amp; Ledisi. (Yes there's no Beyonce, shock horror). I couldnt say who's the best because I'd be twiddling my thumbs for hours, days, weeks but what I will say is that out of all the above Mary J Blige has probably had in my opinion the most amount of stand out classic tracks (sorry Jill). She envokes alot of passion into her songs and you can feel it every time she performs, hear it in every album and see it in every video. I dunno what it is but "There's something about Mary".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mary J. Blige -&lt;/span&gt; Seven Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="255" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="id=v2154392&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=0&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed height="255" width="400" id="uvp_fop" allowfullscreen="true" src="http://d.yimg.com/m/up/fop/embedflv/swf/fop.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=v2154392&amp;amp;eID=1301797&amp;amp;lang=us&amp;amp;ympsc=4195329&amp;amp;enableFullScreen=1&amp;amp;shareEnable=1"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-6278891560891794239?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6278891560891794239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6278891560891794239&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6278891560891794239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6278891560891794239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-means-throwback_27.html' title='Friday Means Throwback!'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-2819021168259300320</id><published>2009-03-25T15:14:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T02:42:54.159Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neo-Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>Eric Benet - Chocolate Legs</title><content type='html'>Despite his mental illness (you gotta be crazy to cheat on Halle Berry) you cant deny he knows how to make good music. I will definitely be picking up his new album, the tune below is big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhxS7LcR091UqpRG6G"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshhxS7LcR091UqpRG6G" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-2819021168259300320?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/2819021168259300320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=2819021168259300320&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2819021168259300320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2819021168259300320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/eric-benet-chocolate-legs.html' title='Eric Benet - Chocolate Legs'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-2729646008242329136</id><published>2009-03-25T13:22:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:56:24.469Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>Gone For A Minute Now Im Back Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/ScpFPdYqXUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/YwijAaIjjcM/s1600-h/IC.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 187px; height: 139px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/ScpFPdYqXUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/YwijAaIjjcM/s320/IC.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317138441952714050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you". Let me just quickly shake off this blog rust.........aight Lets Go!! Now technically this break in blogs and internet use was not my decision since my router decided to heat up and just reject my attempts at logging on but it's opened my eyes to how pervasive the net is; and it's kinda scary. I realised how much it is incorporated in our everyday routine; the average person I know will use the net 60 hours a week which I guess isnt too bad when you consider the 168 hours in a week. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HOWEVER&lt;/span&gt;, ask yourselves how many of those hours are spent doing something productive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/ScpFqYhUv9I/AAAAAAAAAmI/rNxm7-8-0rA/s1600-h/IA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 145px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/ScpFqYhUv9I/AAAAAAAAAmI/rNxm7-8-0rA/s320/IA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317138904503336914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I imagine it's the same..ish scenario for you....You switch on your PC or Laptop, get frustrated for a moment having to wait for all your programs and downloads to load up, your screen is filled with so many folders and software that you can barely see your background image, you click on Mozilla Firefox or Internet Explorer or Safari and your on. You get the tabs ready for multiple windows and your life begins..or ends. First it's the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Email &lt;/span&gt;(hotmail, yahoo, gmail etc)  then the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;social networking&lt;/span&gt; sites (facebook, twitter, myspace) maybe a couple of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;s (Perez Hilton, YBF, Bossip......Pbleepd Blog, The Wider Perspective..ahem) and then your preferences (Sky Sports, Asos, The Times etc). Or with alot of people these days it's straight to facebook..Haha You know Im right! It's a continuous cycle and under my frustrations of not being able to come online I was quietly happy to be away at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one technological habit fails (the internet) another one begins (TV) and so I spent a week in front of my Sky Box watching sitcoms, dramas, sports, documentaries and the news. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Random questions:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why have Channel U changed their name to Channel AKA?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Where's Trouble + 1?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Why do BET have no UK programmes?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Who the hell are all these new people on Eastenders? &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(I havent seen it since Grant left again)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Why does everyone love Hollyoaks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; it has the worse ac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ting ever. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Why does Paris Hilton UK TV deals before me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Why are Fox News allowed to broadcast politics when they are clearly against Obama?&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/ScpFPB-cXHI/AAAAAAAAAl4/dp4qbewR3lE/s1600-h/TB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/ScpFPB-cXHI/AAAAAAAAAl4/dp4qbewR3lE/s320/TB.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317138434594987122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Under those TV frustrations I found pleasure in watching some random programmes. I remember Ondo Lady blogging a while back about some show called Stylista; and while Im not into fashion/modelling reality shows it's actually a decent show (I can watch it and still retain my masculinity right?) Soccer AM is still the best morning show created (pssh Live and Kicking). 24 destroys anything else on TV and Top Gear is the shining light in the darkness that is Emmerdale. But above all of this I was glad to see Angie Le Mar's "The Brothers" stage show on MTV Base last night; warranted the change from Richard Blackwood to Harvey was weird but its good to see something creative and different on TV as well as a modern show with a predominantly black cast. The acting was abit "meh" in parts but the plot seems good enough. Lets hope it opens doors to more possibilities because there is a big hole in the TV World that needs to be filled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway briefly back to the initial topic, put down the mouse or take your fingers off the touchpad and pick up another habit. Take some time off the net and do something else....anything, you'll be surprised to find how much we're consumed by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"The time to relax is when you dont have time for it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-2729646008242329136?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/2729646008242329136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=2729646008242329136&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2729646008242329136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2729646008242329136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/gone-for-minute-now-im-back-again.html' title='Gone For A Minute Now Im Back Again'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/ScpFPdYqXUI/AAAAAAAAAmA/YwijAaIjjcM/s72-c/IC.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-4062481537706900872</id><published>2009-03-16T15:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:38:41.538Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>V.I.P MJ Tickets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sb5ybmW1VlI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Gdp2BhIExhk/s1600-h/MJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sb5ybmW1VlI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Gdp2BhIExhk/s400/MJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313810428822115922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Michael Jackson tickets were sold out quickly!! but if anyone's willing to buy a V.I.P ticket for any of the tour dates this summer at the O2 Arena which includes a backstage pass, food and what not than I have a link to one available. It costs £1,000 (whoa!! yes I no) Im not saying the price is pretty but I know people who are selling theirs for as silly as £15,000 on ebay so this is a bargain. Anyone want this ticket or of if you know someone who does then let me know. Email: preacher2@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-4062481537706900872?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/4062481537706900872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=4062481537706900872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/4062481537706900872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/4062481537706900872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/vip-mj-tickets.html' title='V.I.P MJ Tickets'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sb5ybmW1VlI/AAAAAAAAAlg/Gdp2BhIExhk/s72-c/MJ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6096438683331853406</id><published>2009-03-16T12:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T15:29:23.660Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wider Perspective'/><title type='text'>Its Hard To Get Why We Still Play Hard To Get</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Life is a game, I just play it to play it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;- Jay-Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Contradictory behaviour never ceases to amaze me when it comes to us and our behaviours. In the very same aspects of life where games are considered negative (love, relationship) we continue to play those very same games in an attempt to get or get the better of one another....fuuny. Im gonna try very briefly to understand the "hard to get" theory via the female contingent. The 21st century has unleashed the most docile yet independent species on the planet...women! Women generally know &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; they want and can usually have &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;which&lt;/span&gt; they want sometimes &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; they want; but the concern turns to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"How"&lt;/span&gt; they want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post far from refers to all women, generalising would be boring...and untrue of course, but a substantial amount of women are flip-siding the definition of dolicty which in result causes them to "play" hard to get. But why? Well the initial why is easy. Some women dont want to come across easy, they dont want the man to lose interest after he gets them, they want to know how interested the guy is and whether he is willing to work hard for her. I get that part and they're all good reasons but isnt using the "hard to  get" method to acquire such knowledge playing games? and we know how women "hate" games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was under the impression that games and love dont mix, and while that stage of the relationship isnt love it is initially a platform for love which is supposed to be a no game zone. Some men love the chase no question (I do on occasion) but some of us dont (I dont on many the occasion) and when games are introduced a women has turned (effectively on purpose) a yes or no situation into a variety of thoughts from the male perspective. He is now wondering not only whether he should continue or not but whether the woman is gonna leave him chopped and skrewed, whether the she is worthy of a relationship or a Hit &amp;amp; Run, etc etc. While women see this is as a test to seperate the men from the boys they are failing to recognise that after a man has proclaimed his interest in a woman and laid the cards on the table he has delivered an ultimatum, games should rarely be played at this point. Playing games can easily result in the Boomerang theory (watch the movie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to get should be at most a natural trait and not a tested theory. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Say What's Real:&lt;/span&gt; If you aren't sure whether you wanna give a guy your number because of previous troubles or you aint feeling him, just say it! dont encourage hope. Dont cancel dates just to see if he'll crack, tell him you need to trust him first. It aint that hard is it? That being said "hard to get" does create a fun challenge when both are aware and willing to partake in such activity. But when they aint, its time consuming and only begs the question whether relationships are founded on trust, love and GAMES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Never pretend to a love or like which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8908658551701324159-6096438683331853406?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6096438683331853406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6096438683331853406&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6096438683331853406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6096438683331853406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-hard-to-get-why-we-still-play-hard.html' title='Its Hard To Get Why We Still Play Hard To Get'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6571709928445977467</id><published>2009-03-14T18:33:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T19:19:07.777Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>"Face"book Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Mehhh I hate the new home page?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Waaah what happened to my old facebook?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Argh! why do they keep changing it?"&lt;/span&gt; I've been hearing these statements all day in a failed attempt by friends to cheer me up through conversation (ARGH MAN UTD!!). Seems as though everyone hates the new face of facebook and it's kinda funny because no matter how much y'all complain about it you will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;STILL &lt;/span&gt;go on it everyday and it will &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt; change. Just embrace the annoyance yet benefit that is facebook and expect the unexpected because unfortunately for multi-million to billion dollar businesses they mistake growth for change and dont understand the term "if it aint broke dont fix it". Im 4 months into my facebook hiatus but have decided to make a comeback in the near future when business is running...maybe. I say maybe because it's such a potent and popular site but man it's annoying as Julian Smith has pointed out below.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVA047JAQsk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PVA047JAQsk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&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/8908658551701324159-6571709928445977467?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6571709928445977467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6571709928445977467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6571709928445977467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6571709928445977467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/facebook-drama.html' title='&quot;Face&quot;book Drama'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-9093521058981499618</id><published>2009-03-14T14:58:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T15:58:36.511Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>I Think It Would Be Fair To Say Im "Pbleepd"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbvSjeD8KWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/epoypFOsosM/s1600-h/NV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbvSjeD8KWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/epoypFOsosM/s400/NV.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313071692220475746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a double entendre but Im definitely not refering to the &lt;a href="http://www.pbleepd.com/"&gt;company&lt;/a&gt; Im co-running; believe Im literally Pissed!! Constant superlatives have been coming out my mouth for the last 2 hours. Im just gonna give myself time to vent frustrations because I just witnessed an absolute shambles. The scoreline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MANCHESTER UNITED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 - 4&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LIVERPOOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WHAT!?!?!&lt;/span&gt; Im a passionate football fan and when I see my team perform in such a shambolic way I dont know whether to break something or beat someone, but they both seem pretty reasonable right now. Argh!!! Shout out to &lt;a href="http://verybutterz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Elijah&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/1ikes"&gt;Ikes&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://urbanbod.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mas &lt;/a&gt;who have doubled my anger in the last hour or so by letting me know how they feel about today's result. It's probably one of the worst feelings in the world to have someone who is always reliable to mess up on such an important occasion, Nemandja Vidic (in the pic) is that reliable person who &lt;a href="http://pbleepdblog.blogspot.com/search/label/Shegged"&gt;shegged&lt;/a&gt; today. I cant stay mad at him but it's gonna take a while for me to forgive a performance which rivals George Bush's presidency and London Transport...utter s***!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my mood done for the day. Im off to listen to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1hP1dI6X9U0&amp;amp;feature=channel_page"&gt;Speedy's Comedy Corner&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m4CuShveeRQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;The Foxxhole&lt;/a&gt; to cheer myself up. They say you should never go to sleep angry but I always watch Match of the Day so mark Saturday 14th March as my first negative day in 2009. Im so pissed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband&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/8908658551701324159-9093521058981499618?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/9093521058981499618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=9093521058981499618&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/9093521058981499618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/9093521058981499618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-think-it-would-be-fair-to-say-im.html' title='I Think It Would Be Fair To Say Im &quot;Pbleepd&quot;'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbvSjeD8KWI/AAAAAAAAAlY/epoypFOsosM/s72-c/NV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-7003094503750745126</id><published>2009-03-13T08:45:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:48:45.048Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throwback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>Friday Means Throwback</title><content type='html'>In order to be the best in Hip-Hop some say you have to have a high pedigree in these fields : Flow, Lyrical ability, freestyle ability, versatility and content. There are a few yet substantial amount of rappers who have applied to the fields successfully regardless of record sales (I'll be posting a blog about it next week) but being a fan of content alone I still believe there was/is none greater than 2Pac. Some....well many may argue that he doesnt necessarily excel in all categories but like I said Im a man of content and when it comes to that I cant think of any better. There's a long list of 2Pac videos but Im gonna put up a tune that is rumoured to have been ghost produced by J Dilla. I will indeed get slack from a couple people for my "opinion" but it's my blog and I run this, ya hear? (Hip-Hop debate blog next week, stay tuned)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2Pac -&lt;/strong&gt; Do for Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EtFx5v6rOdQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&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/EtFx5v6rOdQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" 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(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Music is perpetual, and only the hearing is intermittent"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-7003094503750745126?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/7003094503750745126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=7003094503750745126&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/7003094503750745126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/7003094503750745126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-means-throwback_13.html' title='Friday Means Throwback'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-3670640024964680250</id><published>2009-03-12T16:48:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T19:11:59.900Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><title type='text'>Jay-Z's Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbldgHM9U2I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/j6PZvdVq1GQ/s1600-h/JZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 216px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbldgHM9U2I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/j6PZvdVq1GQ/s400/JZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312380041730806626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Undoubtedly one of the best (maybe &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thee&lt;/span&gt; best) lyricists to ever touch a mic, Jay-Z has been a man on a mission ever since he first broke on to the scene commercially with the album &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reasonable_Doubt"&gt;Reasonable Doubt&lt;/a&gt;. Now an entrepreneur, Sean Carter's growth + maturity = experience has given him awareness and wisdom and he is now able to translate that learnt knowledge into great lyrics off the mic too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While browsing BET's &lt;a href="http://www.bet.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; I came across Lowkey's &lt;a href="http://blogs.bet.com/music/soundOff/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;; he had a post on Jay-Z's feature in American magazine &lt;a href="http://www.bestlifeonline.com/"&gt;BEST LIFE&lt;/a&gt;. It strayed away from Hip-Hop for a second and focused on the man himself, I was inspired and equally respectful of his "6 Principles To Living The Best Life". Not that I needed the encouragement to think positive but I will definitely use them as a constant reminder for me to carry on what Im doing. These are essentially principles and guides that every single person should use especially in this current climate. What do you think?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sean Carter's 6 Principles To Living The Best Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be Your Own Biggest Fan… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Believe in whatever it is you’re doing. If you don’t believe it, no one else will.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Take Control, Then Let It Go… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Work really hard and apply yourself in a way that when the job is done, you can look in the mirror and say, ‘I’ve exhausted all possibilities. I’ve done everything to make this right’. After that, let it go: It’s out of your control.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Focus On The Process, Not The Result…..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“People get consumed by the trappings of success. They forget the reason they wanted to do what they wanted to do in the first place. Whether you have zero money or a million dollars, it doesn’t change who you are. Keep yourself inspired.” &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Never Act On Your Fears…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Card players have a saying: ‘Play the cards, not the money’. If your hand is good, it doesn’t matter if there’s $2 on the table or $2,000. You determine your outcome. Don’t make decisions based on the fear. People can be jealous of you and bait you, but you can be mature and handle the situation.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Use Money The Right Way&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“For some people money can be a burden and lead to bad decisions. But money should make you comfortable so that you don’t have to compromise yourself or do anything just for money. It should give you the freedom to do what you love.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.Don’t Stop Growing…..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Growth doesn’t stop when you’ve become successful. That’s when it starts.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well said Sean....well said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Needs are great, but your possibilities are greater"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-3670640024964680250?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/3670640024964680250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=3670640024964680250&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/3670640024964680250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/3670640024964680250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/jay-zs-lyrics.html' title='Jay-Z&apos;s Lyrics'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbldgHM9U2I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/j6PZvdVq1GQ/s72-c/JZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-8609430842075324911</id><published>2009-03-12T11:03:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-14T14:50:03.867Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Poetry Throwback</title><content type='html'>Did this right at the beginning of 2007 when I came back from my holiday in Ghana. I think I was inspired by the "stares" from certain people because me and my family were in first class boarding. It all just got me thinking about racism and hating, sad story. First and only time I was close to doing a Chris Brown (sorry had to use him as a verb at least once) on some lady. I accidentally tripped her afterwards at Heathrow Airport....accidentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Plight Of A Black Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Innocence bestowed in a newborn is overshadowed by the guilty pleads of it's emerging haters,&lt;br /&gt;The child of colour is ironically simplified as a figure of darkness by a few the day it is born,&lt;br /&gt;Not their fault, they are catapaulted into a world where obstacles are made harder because of the colour of their skin,&lt;br /&gt;The joy and equality evident in the primary and junior years become secondary in secondary...school that is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the elements of teenagehood and education become intertwined in a sea of choices,&lt;br /&gt;Academics become only a fragment of education as the observations of the "streets" become the major learning experience,&lt;br /&gt;Libraries deemed kryptonite to his kind on the news, so which path should he choose?&lt;br /&gt;Influenced by vision he is at a stage where peer pressure is the percentage winner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will he aspire for a salary figure that has five 0's or will he turn to a war battling daily with 5 . 0?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what trail he goes, he'll find it hard to gain support from his own,&lt;br /&gt;For the screwfaces await him, no subject reason, just the narrow-mind of the human being.&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for him he will always be judged, from the hoodies to the suit, haters cant get enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like danger follows wherever he goes, the devil tryna take what's rightfully the lord's child,&lt;br /&gt;Parties barely safe, for the pops aren't from a bottle of champagne, no my friend that isn't red wine....&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless his instincts and beliefs manufacture his journey in life,&lt;br /&gt;Good friends and abiding family the driving force behind his forward movement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Plight of the Black Man is blatantly evident, The Success of a Black Man is what's relevant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya Damn Right It's Copyrighted 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Poetry is about the grief. Politics is about the greivance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-8609430842075324911?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/8609430842075324911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=8609430842075324911&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8609430842075324911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8609430842075324911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/poetry-throwback.html' title='Poetry Throwback'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-2647472584925288855</id><published>2009-03-11T15:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-11T15:47:05.767Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>Keri Nice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbfczCfZq-I/AAAAAAAAAlI/mi3HHJ17VTQ/s1600-h/KH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbfczCfZq-I/AAAAAAAAAlI/mi3HHJ17VTQ/s400/KH.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311957054906805218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now Im not saying I love her or anything but Keri Hilson is DEFINITELY doing it for me right now.  She's got that www.girlnextdoor.com/sexyashell thing about her with the writing talent to boot thats capturing my eye. She's not in my &lt;a href="http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2008/12/broadbands-top-10-women.html"&gt;Top 10&lt;/a&gt; just yet (which has had some readjustment in the last couple months) but she aint far off it. She's definitely marketable and has good songwriting credits with &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Clutch"&gt;The Clutch&lt;/a&gt;, hopefully her solo career kicks off when her album drops. Here's a teaser of her new vid featuring Kanye (Last time you get to see his mullet, I can live with that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBY3WPqhen0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mBY3WPqhen0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" 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(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-2647472584925288855?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/2647472584925288855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=2647472584925288855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2647472584925288855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2647472584925288855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/keri-nice.html' title='Keri Nice'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbfczCfZq-I/AAAAAAAAAlI/mi3HHJ17VTQ/s72-c/KH.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6120902627373397071</id><published>2009-03-09T07:42:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-11T16:46:00.196Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script'/><title type='text'>Scriptwriter Chronicles: MEN ON THE ROAD (Part 25)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Part 25 - Til' Death Do Us Part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jane sits in the hospital room, tears rolling down her slightly bruised face, her scratched hands form a headrest as she looks out the window. She turns around to have another look at Julian on the hospital bed. He has a host of bruises and bandaging as well as tubing on his body. He has been staring at her for the last few minutes after regaining consciousness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're awake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been awake for a long time, just trying to, you know, muster everything I heard before the crash &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen......&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;she sighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is everyone?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's totally another story in itself&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my sister?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's in another room with Gerald&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; Listen I..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Julian interrupts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald, is he alright? I remember us laying upside down in the car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 Hours Earlier..&lt;/span&gt;...David's car screams to a halt as other cars pile up in front of him. Nadine and Ritchie rush towards Julian's car with David not far behind. There are already bystanders in their droves looking on, the motorwat is at a halt. They look into the car and see that Julian, Gerald and Sebastian are all unconscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My God!! there's blood everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright don't panic let's just get them out of here. Nadine try and open the door &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;David goes round the other side to try and pull Gerald out, Nadine opens the door on the driver's side. Ritchie stares mencingly at Sebastian in the backseat who begins to gain consciousness, he proceeds to pull out Julian slowly&lt;/span&gt; It's ok Jules, it's Ritchie we're gonna get you outta here &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Nadine is in tears&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ok here we go. You got Gerald David?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;David pulls Gerald clear of the car while Ritchie pulls Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; someone call the Ambulance, Nadine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the bystanders did it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well call again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Sebastian? Ritchie looks over at the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about him? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Nadine cant believe her ears. Two bystanders pull Sebastian out the car as Nadine calls the ambulance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Wake up Julian, come on. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ritchie takes off his top to apply pressure to the blood. Sebastian meanwhile hobbles over to them suffering minor injuries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are they ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know, the ambulance are on their way. What happened? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sebastian ignores the question&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's Julian doing Ritchie? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ritchie ignores him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ritchie!? Im talking to you!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ritchie gets up and punches Sebastian square in the nose, he begins to bleed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gives you the f***** right to ask any questions ay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritchie! Nadine takes tissue out of her bag for Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the f***!! Are you crazy! what the hell you playing at?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant find the right words for you now but once we get these into the hospital, believe you're gonna have to deal with me. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;He continues to apply pressure to Julian's side. David shakes his head at Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to present....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Julian holds his side. Jane attempts to tend to him but he gently pulls her hand away. She turns away which is when Julian notices her bruises and scratches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late for that, I've heard what I needed to hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened before the crash?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to your head?....What happened to your face?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say you wasnt the only one involved in a crash collision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Just under 2 hours earlier....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;The women stand in different parts of the room shocked, confused and irate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No No No...what!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wait no, this this...this...no! Jane takes a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the truth. I've been sleep with Sebastian &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kim breathes heavily as Natalie and Michelle exchange contrasting looks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I though Julian was cheating on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah Joshua saw him dropping these &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;reveals condoms&lt;/span&gt; as he went to his car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are mine! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kim snatches the condoms&lt;/span&gt; So he was gonna use them with you!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Wait what colour is Sebastian's car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Evelyn begins to process her conversation with Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My God it makes sense. Jane you are...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A F***** slut!! All this time you lead to me believe my brother was in the wrong when you've been spreading your legs for this cunt all along. Bitch!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Michelle tackles Jane to the ground and they exchange brutal slaps and punches. Natalie pulls Michelle off causing Kim to intervene. Kim pulls Natalie back allowing Michelle to take a swipe at Jane's hand. Natalie throws Kim to the ground and pulls Michelle off. The two stand side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you defending her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullshit you knew!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was I supposed to know he was seeing you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly he didnt mention it once!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont even wanna hear your voice right now Jane so if you know what's best for you you'll shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think him not mentioning anything justifies your actions!?!? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt; Yeah didnt think so. Im so angry right now, you made a prick of me, Evelyn and my brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long have you two been doing this for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so I should speak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserve to know this and dont get smart with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...6 Months. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Michelle looks disgusted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I dont expect you to understand...but we loved each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My God &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kim fumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell do you know about love? You commit to marriage and move on for a fling as a result of love? You are a certified slut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my purse?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kim storms around looking for her purse, she takes a detour to the kitchen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I not on the other side of the room smashing your face in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F*** you Michelle you don't know the issues me and him were through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please shut your dirty mouth. Issues my ass! You are a slut, a whore, a tart everything under the sun and when Jules gets back I hope he knows how to deal with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kim bursts through the kitchen door welding a knife. Michelle picks up a vodka bottle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! Whoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna sleep with my man? Then pay the consequences. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jane backpedals and falls back into the sofa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Natalie puts her hands out and uges them to stop. Michelle chucks the bottle at Natalie but misses, and it smashes against the wall. Kim walks towards Jane but Evelyn stands in her way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not worth it Kim, put the knife down please &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Evelyn's phone rings, she picks up still attempting to block Kim.&lt;/span&gt; David now is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; the right time...I'll call yo....an accident?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Back to present....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Julian is still holding his side his breathing patterns are a little slower. He laughs a little...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Evelyn thought I was cheating? that's funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeah, I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim sounds really passionate. Willing to do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anything&lt;/span&gt; for her partner &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jane's guilt is clearly shown&lt;/span&gt; Oww Oww Oww &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Julian holds his side once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;An hour and a half earlier....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Gerald and Julian lay on strecther beds in the hospital van. Sebastian has been treated for his minor injuries. The Police and Fire Brigade are present also..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Medic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You guys getting on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No just me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be on too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont even know us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont wanna be anywhere near Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sick and tired of this bullshit. I have every right to be on that van too. I dont give a shit what you two think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Medic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen we need to get to the hospital now so either everyone get on or everyone get off; your friends need to be treated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian just come with me to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Policeman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady and Gents we'll be coming to the hospital to question you all shortly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ritchie and Nadine get in the van while Sebastian gets in the car with David. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meanwhile Cameron receives a knock on the door&lt;/span&gt;. He opens the door to see Kim, Evelyn and Michelle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to go to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Across the road Jane and Natalie go into Natalie's car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew what you were getting into...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, No I didnt. I don't know Sebastian was seeing Kim, I didn't know Julian would be in an accident, a robbery or any of this. This is a mess. I hope he's alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll be fine, Julian's strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah...why do I feel like I made a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you did. I mean Sebastian loves you but how can you trust him if he's able to cheat on Kim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn the car around....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my wedding rings &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;They turn around and drive past Cameron's car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are they going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who gives a f***?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's ok I've heard worse from my brother &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cameron and Kim are whispering to each other in the front seats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! What does that mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Im gathering they are gonna get done for it, we just have to pray they dont snitch on the three of us. You gonna be alright though? today must of felt like a kick in the teeth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont know the half of it. I didnt even get to slap the bitch. But you just wait what I do to her and that prick when we get to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure you stay calm. The three of us dont need too much attention right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to present..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so quiet now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking; the doctor says you need to rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not easy to rest witnessing what's going on around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You didnt see anything Jules you were unconscious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tell me everything, I know there's more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Just over an hour earlier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julian and Gerald are pushed through the hospital by medics and doctors. Nadine, Ritchie, Sebastian and David are advised to stay in reception until further notice. There is major tension as they wait. Ritchie clicks his knuckles while Sebastian stares at him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You have a problem Ritchie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont think me having a problem has ever been in doubt, what you wanna ask me is "What is your problem Ritchie?" so ask again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Im guessing Nadine told you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told him what? David was actually the one to find out, I just confirmed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made sense in the end Seb, but this should be the least of our worries, you have two friends who are in vital conditions, sort out your beef later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're right David but if I've learnt anything today its that things shouldnt be left unsaid til the last minute or you get bad results&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sleeping with someone you''re not supposed to leads to bad results. e.g a bloody nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be proud of your sucker punches Ritchie. It wont happen again. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ritchie squares up to Sebastian.&lt;/span&gt; Why dont you get over it? You were never gonna have her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David &amp;amp; Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didnt ever want you, its just unfortunate she ended up sleeping with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell are you talking about? I didnt want Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane? Im talking about Nadine &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Nadine turns away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kim and Cameron walk in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You slept with Nadine too!!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whaaaat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont even call my name!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;the receptionist is startled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim, calm it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No!! he slept with Jane &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; my sister!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Evelyn, Michelle and Joshua walk in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have got to be joking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Michelle storms towards Sebastian and slaps him hard across the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bastard! Where's my brother and Gerald!?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Michelle walks over to the receptionist. The receptionist explains the situation until Michelle cant take no more. She storms off looking for one of their rooms. The receptionist follows after her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let me get this straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it with everyone interrupting each other when they wanna finish a sentence? Shut up and let me speak. Now &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;laughs&lt;/span&gt; you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;points at Sebastian&lt;/span&gt; lied to me, stole from me and cheated on me with the wife of your friend &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;laughs&lt;/span&gt; And then! to top it off you sleep with my sister Correct?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont need to do this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Correct!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were in a 9 month relationship and you were with Jane for 6 months? Ok Ok, so how long have you been seeing my sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was never seeing your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh right. That makes it better, you just sleep with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was one time and I regret it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When?.......WHEN!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh My god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an accident, I wasnt in the right frame of mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spare me please Seb, it's pathetic, just..just shut up. You're a cunt and you Nadine, much like Jane you are a slut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont call me a slut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or what Nadine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats enough. You're making a scene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me if you guys continue we're going to have to ask you to leave &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane and Natalie walk in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's my husband? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;she looks over at everyone&lt;/span&gt; ...where is he!?! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;the nurse goes over to reception to call security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont play the victim Kim, because it was you who nearly got Julian killed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did you just say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine shut up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;To Jane&lt;/span&gt; she doesnt know what she's talking about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron give it up. Kim called Cameron's friends to kidnap Sebastian and rough him up but it was a case of mistaken identity and they got Julian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David, Ritchie, Evelyn &amp;amp; Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I know them too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You knew and you watched them just take him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jane pounces on Nadine and slaps her. Kim slaps  Jane and Jane grabs a piece of Kim's hair and rams her knee into her stomach. Natalie gets involved and once again there's a melee in the middle of the hospital. David, Sebastian, Ritchie and Cameron break it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband could have been killed!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont act like you care, you've been cheating for 6 months!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tried to kill me Kim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No she wanted you roughed up a bit, well deserved I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I wanted you shot in the end, I just knew my intuitions were right &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;she spits out some blood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are sick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get my hands on you, you are dead! both of you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron what kind of friends do you have? You let this happen to your own neighbours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe Im hearing this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nurse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right thats it, all of you have to leave. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Security come walking in, Kim smirks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna have you arrested, you're a mess &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;security attempt to escort everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go of me &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;she shrugs off Cameron and pushes security&lt;/span&gt; Where is my husband!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss would you please follow me to the exit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;piss off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Another melee erupts involving the group and security, slapping, kicking, pushing and shoving commence. The nurses call the police as doctors come through to try and help. Kim reaches into her purse and pulls out a gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one for games, I am so not one for games!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;she points her gun at everyone, they move back&lt;/span&gt;. The option is endless, I can kill each and everyone of you for different reasons. From the cheating scum to the slut and her best friend to my so called sister &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;she cries&lt;/span&gt;. Sebastian, answer me this, truthfully, do you love me? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt; well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Security man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say yes fool!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's lying!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua step back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him speak! go on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw him go into Jane's house today and they were kissing like they were together. The same thing happened with my mum and now she's gone, thats not love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sebastian's heart beats fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just keeps getting better and better, you just cant stop lying can you Sebastian? Tell me who you love and mean it and I'll put the gun down &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane, Natalie and Evelyn begin to cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Security Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont fall for it &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kim shoots him in the leg, everyone jumps in shock! Sirens are heard in the background&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut up! Tell me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I love Jane alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Everyone flinches expecting the worse only for Kim to break down and cry. Ritchie walks away looking for Gerald or Julian's room, he shakes his head. At this point police swarm in warranting the arrest of Kim and Cameron. Everyone's at a standstill, Kim gives herself up and they are handcuffed and taken away; Evelyn and David plead with the police to no avail and the tears of Joshua and Nadine. The group follow them out the hospital while Jane cries in Natalie's arms. Security allow the two women and Sebastian to stay while police question the others. The doctor treating Gerald and Julian approaches them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news is that Gerald is stable, I believe your sister in law is with him. Julian is still in critical condition but for now he is doing alright. He needs rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to see him, I want to see him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doctor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;very well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jane walks off with the doctor. Natalie and Sebastian sit in the waiting room opposite each other. No words spoken. The police come into question them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back to present...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh, thats what happened up until now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eastenders havent got nothing on this. I dont know who to hate more; Sebastian, Kim, Nadine, Evelyn, Cameron, Natalie...or you.&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Jane drops her head, Ritchie walks past the door and seeS Jane talking to Julian, he decides to leave them and goes to where Gerald is resting&lt;/span&gt; Do you love him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me rephrase my question&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; holds his side once more&lt;/span&gt; before you found out he had someone else did you love him?.........yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sign to let me know what I was giving up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you wouldnt of thought the same thing if it didnt happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what if it didnt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it did! Julian please. I do love you. Thats what these rings signify&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;she pulls out their wedding rings from her pokcet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Remember these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I remember, I paid for 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've said or done things we didnt mean and I want to start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not as simple as that. &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;he speaks slower to ease the pain&lt;/span&gt; You were.....willing to......willing to...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;holds his side&lt;/span&gt; break a marriage and a family...for a wild affair....for your own personal gain.....It's something that I cant forgive....or forget overnight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that, but I need you, and I miss you, I miss us, the way we were&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right, kinda like that text you sent, I gathered it wasnt for me in the end &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane puts her ring on her finger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this ring &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;tries to put the ring in his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane (desperately)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julian just take the ring &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;she cries harder and Julian takes the ring, his heart feeling weaker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thank you. Do you need the doctor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, everything is eaxctly how it's supposed to be. For the first time in this "relationship" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane sinks in her chair &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I've been humbled....maybe it took you to cheat...for me to understand....I've learnt my lesson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont say that, I was a fool and I dont wanna ever lose you. The most important thing is that we stay together for the sake of us and our children &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julian squints his eyes, he's silent for a moment and looks around the room, then speaks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you go and get me the doctor please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push that button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt work, I tried a second ago. Ask specifically for Dr Kcabyap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strange name &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;she gets up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian (mumbles so she cant hear)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should hear it spelt backwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jane walks towards the door, Julian begins pulling vital tubes out of his body, his heart beat fading faster, Jane sees what he's doing in the reflection and turns around. Julian pulls out tube after tube and grimaces in pain. Before she can get to him his heart rate is too low, his head falls back and his arms swings down, his wedding ring falling to the ground. Jane presses the button to call doctors in. They come rushing in and try to bring Julian back to life. Gerald, Michelle and Ritchie come running in. Screams and loud cries fill the room as doctor's continue in an effort to bring him back. Natalie and Sebastian rush in, Jane is sitting in a chair rocking back and forth. Julian's eyes remain closed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Too Little, Too Late.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NEW SCRIPT TO COME IN MAY......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&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/8908658551701324159-6120902627373397071?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6120902627373397071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6120902627373397071&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6120902627373397071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6120902627373397071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/scriptwriter-chronicles-men-on-road.html' title='Scriptwriter Chronicles: MEN ON THE ROAD (Part 25)'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-2761468808260528230</id><published>2009-03-08T17:47:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T19:18:33.772Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script'/><title type='text'>Script Q&amp;Answers Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbQZpciF34I/AAAAAAAAAko/vgUv2HnOqqk/s1600-h/SW1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbQZpciF34I/AAAAAAAAAko/vgUv2HnOqqk/s400/SW1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310898060401172354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Will you write any other scripts for the blog?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband:&lt;/span&gt; Yeah most definitely, I had plans to do so from January but decided to wait until I finished this one. It'll be different but with the same entertainment, I'll probably start it in May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. The dialogue is very true to life, do you take mental notes of dialogue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;between your friends to help fuel the character interaction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband:&lt;/span&gt; I do take notes but on dialogue in general, I think sometimes writers are so focused on their work being fictional that they tend not to use the "little" things that make up conversation. Its not always about amazing one-liners and drama-ridden conversations that make it enjoyable. It's also the general banter between friends and the "uhm" and "erm" and "I see" and any other short pieces of dialogue. They are important parts of conversations because they give you a level of understanding of how a character works and it is definitely something a reader/viewer can relate to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Which character do you relate to the most? which is your favourit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e and why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe Julian due to his strong will and sarcasm but he still has alot to learn, that could sum up one side of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I think he's my favourite character because his conversations with various characters aren't one dimensional, he clashes with Gerald and Ritchie which in turn creates entertaining dialogue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.  If you did develop the script into a movie/tv show, who would you like to play the characters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband:&lt;/span&gt; If it becomes a youtube series i'd get friends (who can act) and actors to do the parts. I'll leave it up to the readers to decide what they think everyone should look like. Im guessing from comments that so far Sebastian is the easiest one to describe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbQZ8MCxV1I/AAAAAAAAAk4/lhweGFJQ0yk/s1600-h/SW2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbQZ8MCxV1I/AAAAAAAAAk4/lhweGFJQ0yk/s400/SW2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310898382392350546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. If it were a movie or TV show what would you call it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband: &lt;/span&gt;It used to be called MEN ON THE ROAD but because I was writing from pure energy it took different directions so I'd have to change the name. Each part has it's own message or mini-episode so it would be difficult to name it. Hmm...that's a tough one, I'll get back to you on that. In fact what do you guys think? (responsibility officially diverted)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. How old are the characters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband: &lt;/span&gt;Josh (8) Nadine and Cameron (21) are the youngest while David (40) is the oldest. The rest of the characters range between mid (Jane, Kim, Natalie Sebastian, Gerald) and late (Julian, Michelle, Ritchie, Evelyn) 20s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. How do you focus when writing a script, do you need silence, music, female distraction? what allows you to get into the zone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband:&lt;/span&gt; Highlarious! Unless I know exactly what Im doing I usually start off writing in silence (warranted the TV is on in the background and everyone is hitting me up on MSN), when Im pretty much in the zone I slip on some music. Food gives me a lot of energy to write too (just thought I'd add that in there. But generally if I have a good idea I can write with or without anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Tell me more about Sebastian's character, does he love any of these woman he's manipulating?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband: &lt;/span&gt;Sebastian's character literally came out of nowhere (like most of these characters) I just started writing his character into the script and it all began to click and make sense. As much as there is a huge amount of dissappointing human beings in the world (adeptly named wasteman and/or clowns) everyone has some sense of "good" in them; that being said even though he did what he did to his close friend and his girlfriend he did do it out of love. There's no excuse really but I can say does he actually love Jane. Love will make you do crazy things depending on your character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbQZp9r8QzI/AAAAAAAAAkw/MQDENdF9V5s/s1600-h/SW3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbQZp9r8QzI/AAAAAAAAAkw/MQDENdF9V5s/s400/SW3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310898069300855602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. At the beginning you briefly accounted for the reasons Julian and Jane were having troubles. Early commitment...fire burnt out, poor stamina in love making lol At the moment I cant point the blame to either party because I do not know when the affair between Jane and Seb started. How long had Jane been cheating for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband:&lt;/span&gt; lol Jane has been cheating for 6 months which is 3 months after Sebastian started his relationship with Kim. Natalie picked up on it earlier when she had to pretend to be the one who was seeing Sebastian but it wasnt made obvious. This question will be answered in more detail in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. If you were to role out the credits for this script ,who would be the main characters? In my opinion they are Julian, Sebastian and possibly.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband: &lt;/span&gt;Good question. Yeah Julian and Sebastian would be the first names when the credits roll along with Jane. Jane has probably spoken a little less as the script went on but that's obviously to try and keep as far away from exposing the truth as possible; but all roads in the script leads to Jane, Julian and Sebastian's saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Finally is Kim a psycho b****? How far was she expecting them man to go (with Sebastian)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband:&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha! I'm glad you picked up on that. I think she wanted them to scare him a little, where the shooting motive came from you'll probably find out in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She is a little crazy for going to those lengths in the first place but again like I said, it's funny what people will do for "love". Lol @ Psycho Bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Thanks for the questions!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good News&lt;/span&gt;: Part 25 will be looooong!! (hopefully all gaps and unanswered questions will be resolved)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bad News:&lt;/span&gt; I will start it tonight but it will be completed tomorrow. I have to attend a &lt;a href="http://www.pbleepd.com/"&gt;Pbleepd &lt;/a&gt;meeting....sorry!!! So expect Part 25 to be on the screen tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Easy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-2761468808260528230?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/2761468808260528230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=2761468808260528230&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2761468808260528230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2761468808260528230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/script-q-part-2.html' title='Script Q&amp;Answers Part 2'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbQZpciF34I/AAAAAAAAAko/vgUv2HnOqqk/s72-c/SW1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-7048574105411841977</id><published>2009-03-08T15:56:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T17:46:25.783Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script'/><title type='text'>Script Q&amp;Answers Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbQCHgHkoEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Zgy-7tMV06E/s1600-h/SW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 184px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbQCHgHkoEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Zgy-7tMV06E/s400/SW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310872188480692290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know I know, this was supposed to be posted up yesterday but I didnt actually get to touch my computer yesterday because I was out (no excuses...but you know). thanks to Short'n'Sweet, Becks, Muffin, Anonymous, Alex, Leah Scott, Bethany Joye' and the lazy ones who asked me questions on MSN. Right lets go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Where do you get inspiration from, for the characters? From people you actually know, TV or totally made up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Good question, I'd like to say that these c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;haracters were totally made up (and they were) but I guess when you're writing scripts you always have some sort of inspiration from something or someone you've seen before and it's kinda rested in your subconsc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ious. Im still tryna figure out where mine came from; other than that I just made up these characters as I went along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. When did you start writing scripts and have you written any personal to your life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband: &lt;/span&gt;I wrote scripts when I did Drama for my A Levels but started taking it seriously at the end of 2006 when I thought of a good idea fo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;r a TV show (still under works) since then I've written a few short films and have another project Im gonna work on later this year. No personal account scripts just yet but I think that may come with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;project I do later this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Is Sebastian married to Kim or is that just his girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lol Becks you havent been reading properly have you? Nah Kim is just his girlfriend, double adultery would have been treacherous lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Did Cameron and Nadine have a thing in the past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I wouldnt say a thing, they've known each other for a little while but nothing progressed in terms of a relationship but I would say that Cameron likes her. That could've been something I could of made more obvious in the script but Im sure there was already enough mini-storylines going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbQChYKBgnI/AAAAAAAAAkg/uUPj7eUSuS0/s1600-h/Screenwriting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 161px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbQChYKBgnI/AAAAAAAAAkg/uUPj7eUSuS0/s400/Screenwriting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310872633020088946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Are the characters based on people you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband: &lt;/span&gt;No, however a lot of the characters are named after friends and people I know. E.g Julian is my brother's name, Gerald, Cameron, Natalie, Michelle, Evelyn &amp;amp; Kim are named after friends. Just to set the record straight before I get hounded by them, these characters are fictional and are nothing like my friends in real life....haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. The script is g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reat so I would like to see it filmed. Have you thoguht about having it filmed and what format would you do it in? Would you do it as a one off feature length drama or would you do it as a series and divide it into episodes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband: &lt;/span&gt;Good question, I've been asked this one alot. I'd definitely like to film this mainly because of the feedback I've got and the fact that as readers you guys can already imagine the characters. I'm contemplating using an independent film company to help me film it and post it as a youtube series. I think it would be better off to film it as a series divided into mini-episodes as the "twists and turns" are a big element of the script and would keep viewers coming back. One Part 25 is posted up I'll start working on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. I see the script as a drama with a comedic edge....what genre do you think this fits into and what would you say is your niche drama? If you didnt try your niche genre what other genres would you like to try your hand at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband:&lt;/span&gt; 7 good questions in a row lol. This script definitely fits into the comedy drama genre; I think depending on what message a writer is trying to bring across there has to be a balance. I can write one of either (comedy or drama) but I think it's more effective to combine the both so as a reader/viewer you have a rollercoaster of emotion; one moment you're laughing, the next minute you're shocked, angry or crying etc. It's kind of like a trick writer's do to stray the reader/viewer from knowing what happens next. Comedy Drama is definitely my niche genre but I have and will delve into everything from romance to action (not superhero type) especially with the project Im doing later this year, I think TV will be in for a treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbQCH0KcDMI/AAAAAAAAAkY/RWb7fzRbd3E/s1600-h/Passion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 122px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbQCH0KcDMI/AAAAAAAAAkY/RWb7fzRbd3E/s400/Passion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310872193861422274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Is there a piece of yourself in any of the characters, if so which ones?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband: &lt;/span&gt;No comment lol..... I see myself in alot of the characters but I think they've been magnified so much as the script went along that I can only base myself on their characteristics rather than their actions. I have Julian's stubborness but not his naivety, Im very observant like Michelle but not nosey, I have Ritchie's confidence but not his arrogance etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. Is Sebastian a womaniser or does he have true feelings for any of the women, Jane for example?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband:&lt;/span&gt; It's hard not to class Sebastian as a womaniser but he does indeed have feelings for Jane. Not many womanisers would ask a woman to divorce their husband even when they are still "getting theirs". Plus the text saga could have answered more questions...if only Michelle didnt interfere sigh lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. How difficult was it to write the script as you went along? Which part was the easiest/hardest to write?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband: &lt;/span&gt;Nice question. Surprisingly it wasn't as difficult as expected, mainly because I was able to play around with the story with no direct knowledge of where or how it will end. Usually that could be a disastrous formula but fortunately I had enough creativity and focus to keep it from turning stupid. The hardest parts to write were 20-24 as I had to do five in a row within a day, they had to involve enough drama and comedy to keep the reader entertainted as well as hone in on the climax. It was still pretty easy to write but definitely had a little more thought involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;A PART &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; Next...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-7048574105411841977?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/7048574105411841977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=7048574105411841977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/7048574105411841977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/7048574105411841977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/script-q-part-1.html' title='Script Q&amp;Answers Part 1'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbQCHgHkoEI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/Zgy-7tMV06E/s72-c/SW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6322931100671841363</id><published>2009-03-06T10:46:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T11:16:06.825Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><title type='text'>A Dependent Ghanaian celebrates Ghana Independence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbEEd2bhSiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/SHDKc1p-DiI/s1600-h/GF.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 174px; height: 115px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbEEd2bhSiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/SHDKc1p-DiI/s400/GF.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310030346520185378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;52 years on and we all still celebrate like we won the lottery, it's a proud day. Whereas I wont be raving it up with friends and family this year I will be depending on my fellow Ghanaians to keep it cool. Too often I've heard nonsense about gunshots and beef at ghanaian independence raves (ahem Stratford); I dont condone it any sense of the word but it especially makes no sense to me for people to be involved in it on an occassion when we are celebrating history, present and future. Just chill, eat some fufu and light soup.....maybe ease it down with some water or Supermalt (that s*** is nasty). Its easily forgotten what Ghanaian independence is all about because the first thing we think about is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"What rave are you going to?"&lt;/span&gt;....and I've done that many a year. Nonetheless I hope everybody is "reppin'" their country today, I know I am. I have cloth on today in the office.....no seriously I do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to my Ghanaian sisters &lt;a href="http://fantasyride.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shanti&lt;/a&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;a href="http://smartshoes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Short'n'Sweet&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S99GWr5S2f0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S99GWr5S2f0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"To be truly and really independent is to support ourselves by our own extertions"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-6322931100671841363?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6322931100671841363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6322931100671841363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6322931100671841363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6322931100671841363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/dependent-ghanaian-celebrates-ghana.html' title='A Dependent Ghanaian celebrates Ghana Independence'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SbEEd2bhSiI/AAAAAAAAAkI/SHDKc1p-DiI/s72-c/GF.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-7678982613623535356</id><published>2009-03-06T10:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-06T10:43:01.763Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throwback'/><title type='text'>Friday Means Throwback!</title><content type='html'>Listening to my ipod yesterday on shuffle cruising and this tune crept up. Again it's not pre-2000 but the song is just dope. There seems to be something about when Pharell and Jay-Z collaborate on a track, they just do no wrong. The Neptunes have a unique beat pattern that often magnifies in greatness when they produce a track for Jay-Z to spit on. This is easily one of their best (Change Clothes is probably the only track I could think of where I wasn't feeling it first time round). Lets hope Jay can pull out another Neptunes banger when his Blueprint 3 album drops later this year. So Today's Throwback is.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jay-Z Feat. Pharell -&lt;/span&gt; Excuse Me Miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="381"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k46Sqzry7HDY14j9hA&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k46Sqzry7HDY14j9hA&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="381"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2ptji_jayz-excuse-me-miss_music"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Jay-Z"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="body"&gt;"Rap is a gimmick, but Hip-Hop is a culture"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-7678982613623535356?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/7678982613623535356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=7678982613623535356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/7678982613623535356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/7678982613623535356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-means-throwback.html' title='Friday Means Throwback!'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-7465765086863664989</id><published>2009-03-05T13:58:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:51:01.422Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>An Ode To Sarcasm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sometimes I need what only you can provide, your absence"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sa_jWpLARGI/AAAAAAAAAjw/tPo8oFnFCnk/s1600-h/NS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 128px; height: 196px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sa_jWpLARGI/AAAAAAAAAjw/tPo8oFnFCnk/s400/NS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309712463841739874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's what keeps me going everyday, it's what keeps me sane and it's certainly what keeps me laughing. Everybody raise your drinks to the delight that is sarcasm. I dont portray it that much during my blogs because I'm usually in some kinda serious mode but those who speak to me know that sarcasm is my oxygen. Its well known to be the ice-breaker in conversation and if I dont have at least 5 major outbursts of it during the day then my world is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/exsa70H-Hks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/exsa70H-Hks&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" 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(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I believe in luck: how else can you explain the success of those you don't like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what's in the video above sarcasm is not something you can learn or teach, it's simply in your brains and veins. Some pick it up as soon as they're born (not true) and others  pick it up at a later date after it is triggered by the stupidity or clumsiness of someone around them. If you don't have it, dont try and become sarcastic or you'll misuse it and end up alone, hurt or broke. Its only for the chosen few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sa_lPIy0e5I/AAAAAAAAAkA/SGWq5CcyJLU/s1600-h/SS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sa_lPIy0e5I/AAAAAAAAAkA/SGWq5CcyJLU/s400/SS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309714533914540946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try not to judge sarcasm by the proposed Oxford dictionary or Wikipedia definitions or you'll be under the impression that I do it to hurt people. Instead think of it as a cheeky form of address and habit that I wouldnt give up for the world. Its a form of endearment (no it aint) that I use on all. I dont do it for any reason but simply because I can. A big shout out to &lt;a href="http://poplockandrop.blogspot.com/"&gt;Louise&lt;/a&gt; who is the UK queen of sarcasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Sarcasm is intellect on the offensive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-7465765086863664989?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/7465765086863664989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=7465765086863664989&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/7465765086863664989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/7465765086863664989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/ode-to-sarcasm.html' title='An Ode To Sarcasm'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sa_jWpLARGI/AAAAAAAAAjw/tPo8oFnFCnk/s72-c/NS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-4113659865826334184</id><published>2009-03-04T16:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-04T23:46:51.353Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script'/><title type='text'>Script Q&amp;A</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sa8SQW314RI/AAAAAAAAAjo/em9Re2MbEHc/s1600-h/SW.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 153px; height: 140px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sa8SQW314RI/AAAAAAAAAjo/em9Re2MbEHc/s400/SW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309482557920108818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So 24 Parts done and 1 to go and before I "air" the finale on sunday I thought i'd create a platform for you to ask questions regarding the script, story, my thought process in regards to writing it etc etc.  I'll post up the answers to your questions a day before the final part (so this Saturday). Yeah...so shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"A writer lives, at least, in a state of astonishment.            Beneath any feeling he has of the good or evil of the world lies a deeper            one of wonder at it all. To transmit that feeling, he writes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-4113659865826334184?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/4113659865826334184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=4113659865826334184&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/4113659865826334184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/4113659865826334184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/script-q.html' title='Script Q&amp;A'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Sa8SQW314RI/AAAAAAAAAjo/em9Re2MbEHc/s72-c/SW.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-3905225594750340262</id><published>2009-03-02T17:38:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:05:36.187Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>Mish-Mash #4</title><content type='html'>2009 is flying by fast, coming up to one quarter during the year and I've done alot yet it feels I aint done enough. Im not gonna say Life is short (because there's nothing longer) but if you have plans, make it happen because time waits for no-one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Saw_nCp1fjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KqDpFC_RlaE/s1600-h/DR.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 164px; height: 163px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Saw_nCp1fjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KqDpFC_RlaE/s400/DR.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308688000722763314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been bumping Drake's mixtape for two weeks now and Im convinced he should of made this an official album. The dude is mad talented and has the double threat of being as good a singer as he is a rapper. Didnt know too much about him apart from a track I downloaded in 2007 with him collaborating with Little Brother and Dwele (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Chbemr1wCbQ"&gt;Listen here&lt;/a&gt;) but after hearing this along with his two previous mixtapes the "So Far Gone" statement is justified. If you havent heard it by now, please do. &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JELC_rK0xTw&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drake - So Far Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SaxAQ7_WMLI/AAAAAAAAAjY/sgdRW97qQDo/s1600-h/FR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 126px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SaxAQ7_WMLI/AAAAAAAAAjY/sgdRW97qQDo/s400/FR.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308688720488444082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Foxxhole &amp;amp; Speedy's Comedy Corner are easily the best radio shows out right now. Jamie Foxx, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Claudia_Jordan"&gt;Claudia Jordan&lt;/a&gt;, Johnny Mack, Speedy, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a2usLmvJr_M"&gt;Corey Holcomb&lt;/a&gt; and many more are split between two radio shows to give you jokes, guests, trivia and more in a 2-hour and 1-hour set respectively. If it wasnt for youtube I would be lost tryna figure out how to listen to it every week, too funny. The shows are on Wednesdays and Fridays and get posted up on youtube a few hours later. Here's a link to their shows from last week - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iFWLcHLrdqQ"&gt;Foxxhole&lt;/a&gt; : &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0A8GVa2DMy8"&gt;Speedy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fantasyride.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shanti&lt;/a&gt; made a good comment on her &lt;a href="http://fantasyride.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-they-lived-happily-ever-after.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; about celeb couples in the limelight so instead of dwelling on the recent rumour mill regarding their reconcilliation maybe it's best for people to wait until Chris Brown and Rihanna actually speak themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SaxAga0yhjI/AAAAAAAAAjg/XUd0u82h5YY/s1600-h/PbleepdLogo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 49px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SaxAga0yhjI/AAAAAAAAAjg/XUd0u82h5YY/s400/PbleepdLogo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308688986463700530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wrote an article last summer about how &lt;a href="http://www.pbleepd.com/entertainment_music_rnb_is_dead.html"&gt;R'n'B is dead&lt;/a&gt;; I still stand by that statement but would like to see the likes of Anthony Hamilton and Jazmine Sullivan get more respect/limelight. I guess Anthony's more for the older heads while Jazmine's grammy snub shouldnt have been a surprise since R'n'B isnt considered anything without a club track. And nearly 3 years on Im still wondering why B.Cox and Trey didnt finish the track in the vid below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oiOYacZeEBA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oiOYacZeEBA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Networking Site Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gonna actually be a man of my word and update my Myspace for promotion purposes. So check my &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lkmproductions"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt; this sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When Im bothered to twit, add me on &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/BroadbandWrites"&gt;Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still not back on facebook, maybe in a couple months......maybe never&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music on my rotation (amongst others)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charles Hamilton -&lt;/span&gt; Lip Service&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drake Feat Trey Songz &amp;amp; Lil Wayne -&lt;/span&gt; Successful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lil Wayne Feat Drake, Jae Millz, Gudda Gudda &amp;amp; Mack Maine -&lt;/span&gt; Every Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joe Buddens -&lt;/span&gt; Exxxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marsha Ambrosius &lt;/span&gt;- Start....Finish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scorcher -&lt;/span&gt; I Know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T-Pain &amp;amp; Kanye West -&lt;/span&gt; Flight School&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Usher -&lt;/span&gt; Love Looks Good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bishop Lamont -&lt;/span&gt; Bitches On My D***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T.I. -&lt;/span&gt; Coming Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charles Hamilton&lt;/span&gt; - NewGirlfriendMusic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hardpalm Dun Mixtape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aight Im done gonna catch a sitcom and chill for abit til 24 comes on. Be Easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband&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/8908658551701324159-3905225594750340262?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/3905225594750340262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=3905225594750340262&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/3905225594750340262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/3905225594750340262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/mish-mash-4.html' title='Mish-Mash #4'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Saw_nCp1fjI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/KqDpFC_RlaE/s72-c/DR.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6612673516751613160</id><published>2009-03-02T11:26:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T11:52:03.818Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the Month'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Month</title><content type='html'>I think above all themes surrounding last month the most potent thought that came to my head from observation was people's attitudes. As usual I had mixed feelings about people's attitude towards themselves, their experiences and each other. Why some of us feel the need to be negative about certain subjects or people but be positive about insignificant idealisms baffles me. However as individuals we have the right to have our own perspectives and opinions so I'll leave it to the individual to learn and nurture their thoughts. Yeah so quote of the month...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SavHiE9YE2I/AAAAAAAAAjA/_eRqwEUX-iU/s1600-h/AT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 222px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SavHiE9YE2I/AAAAAAAAAjA/_eRqwEUX-iU/s400/AT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308555974046913378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Attitude to me is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than success, than what other people think, say or do. It is more important than appearance, gift or skill. It will make ore break a company...a church....a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice everyday regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day....I believe life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you....we are in charge of our attitudes" &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;- Charles Swindoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Every man is a quotation from all his ancestors"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-6612673516751613160?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6612673516751613160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6612673516751613160&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6612673516751613160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6612673516751613160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/03/quote-of-month.html' title='Quote of the Month'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SavHiE9YE2I/AAAAAAAAAjA/_eRqwEUX-iU/s72-c/AT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-1865204800202748918</id><published>2009-02-27T11:28:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T12:25:19.283Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Of The Day'/><title type='text'>Don't Be A Statistic (Thought Of The Day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SafZubnqJmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/svmOOlehqoo/s1600-h/S1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 106px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SafZubnqJmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/svmOOlehqoo/s400/S1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307450077590726242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The world is a plethora of conflicting thoughts and theories but what remains constant is facts and figures. Its a fact that we will die and we are constantly haunted by those factual figures...taxes. On the other hand it's an unsanctioned fact that we must figure out how to figure ourselves as figures in this over-crowded world...make sense? What I'm tryna say in small words is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't Be A Statistic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's the afternoon and you havent left the sofa or bed, instead you're watching re-runs of sitcoms and daytime talk shows knowi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;ng fully well that the dude aint the father. Its a break from the world, true, except that you've had this break for too long, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every day&lt;/span&gt;! You sit and eat all day with no care in the world, no job, no hope, no life, nothing. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Be A Statistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You see her, she sees you, wait for the eye contact then study it for that split second before you make your move; remember girls get approached all the time by all types so don't automatically assume she's gonna approve of you just because you're wearing a top a size smaller to magnify the arms and you starched your jeans or you're wearing fresh footwear. You gotta be unique with it or you'll receive "The gulp". &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Be A Statistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SafZ_iQL4YI/AAAAAAAAAhw/j_CzQOG-MqY/s1600-h/s2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SafZ_iQL4YI/AAAAAAAAAhw/j_CzQOG-MqY/s400/s2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307450371429097858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There's a pointless war going on between areas or "ends". You're stuck in a world where postcodes determine your survival. Just to gain approval, status and money you choose gangs, guns and knives not rea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;lising that this postcode you're fighting for belongs to your bloody borough and the government are laughing at you. You're ready to throw it all away for a letter and a number and either end up in jail or dead&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. Don't Be A Statistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You're horny, waaay to horny, you and your partner just get down to it with no protection, you somehow "forget" the morning after pill or fail to realise that 99% means just that....99%. You're now pregnant and "spoilt for choice", from when you think you have to make a decision then you have a problem. Lose A life or Lose A Life? Sad story.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't Be A Statistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We are all encouraged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to go for our dreams and never give up but at the same time we must make sense of reality and realise that not everyone can be an MC or a Model. You're beautiful, photogenic, sexy and watch ANTM that doesnt mean you're a model, have options. You can rhyme, turn the definiton of a word into an aggressive noun and cover microphones with saliva, yes you're an MC but so is everybody else, persue your dream but have something to fall back on. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't Be A Statistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SafZur-MpcI/AAAAAAAAAho/WoegI2AtGOw/s1600-h/S3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 163px; height: 107px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SafZur-MpcI/AAAAAAAAAho/WoegI2AtGOw/s400/S3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307450081980229058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You are the father, handle it, deal with it. You wanted that 30 minutes (or considerably less) of pleasure knowing the consequences. Embrace your child and teach them everything you know and everything you didnt know. Be proud of what you produced and dont neglect the core of what you created. Take responsibility.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't Be A Statistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Pick the right &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt; dont pick the right "sum"! Just because the dude has money dont mean he's the best candidate, doesnt mean he isn't either but base your reasons on more than just figures, look for the facts too. Weigh up all the elements or you'll be digging for gold and end up breathing nicely from all the air (oxygen) he's giving you. Money makes the world go round but True Love makes it stand still.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't Be A Statistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The world is your oyster and you can use it however you wish but take time to realise what's right and what's wrong and then use it to  help yourself and others. Above all&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't Be A Damn Statistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"There are times when someone should be content with what they have but never with what they are"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8908658551701324159-1865204800202748918?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/1865204800202748918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=1865204800202748918&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1865204800202748918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1865204800202748918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/dont-be-statistic-thought-of-day.html' title='Don&apos;t Be A Statistic (Thought Of The Day)'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SafZubnqJmI/AAAAAAAAAhg/svmOOlehqoo/s72-c/S1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-756809785985253270</id><published>2009-02-27T10:50:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T11:00:53.981Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throwback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>Friday Means Throwback!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SafHaX3_u3I/AAAAAAAAAhY/QibNe7B5fmg/s1600-h/AT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 187px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SafHaX3_u3I/AAAAAAAAAhY/QibNe7B5fmg/s400/AT.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307429941778824050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every decade you'll hear the same words from a different generation "they just dont make music like that no more". The music you grow up listening to cannot be compared to the music you listen to now because there's no nostalgia to modern music, Im starting to realise that times must move on but damn!! The 90's was just too big of a decade when it comes to music; elders and youngers can say what they want but that decade right there is untouchable, it started soul, new jack swing, neo-soul, new age conscious hip-hop the whole nine yards!! This track was part of my 90's compilation mixed CD that I made a few years back and I still bump it to this day. A Tribe Called Quest are Hip-Hop Legends and when you blend their flow with the soft but powerful voice of Faith Evans you get that this track below. Sigh....they just dont make music like that no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Tribe Called Quest Feat. Faith Evans -&lt;/span&gt; Stressed Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W6CfC3Iax-Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W6CfC3Iax-Q&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-756809785985253270?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/756809785985253270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=756809785985253270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/756809785985253270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/756809785985253270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-means-throwback_27.html' title='Friday Means Throwback!'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SafHaX3_u3I/AAAAAAAAAhY/QibNe7B5fmg/s72-c/AT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6203105960769626724</id><published>2009-02-26T11:32:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-26T12:39:43.898Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>Music Video Premier: Jamie Foxx - Blame It On The Alcohol</title><content type='html'>Finally after a few months of me hyping this song, the video is finally out. Jamie pretty much put everyone he could find in the damn video from the oscar winners, to the entertainment moguls to that random dude that hangs around the set looking for his big break. Lets just hope this dont get overplayed causing me to hate it, who am I kidding thats exactly whats gonna happen but who cares? The song is fire!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/kem52hpFdqPYwVEv"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/kem52hpFdqPYwVEv" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-6203105960769626724?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6203105960769626724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6203105960769626724&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6203105960769626724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6203105960769626724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/music-video-premier-jamie-foxx-blame-it.html' title='Music Video Premier: Jamie Foxx - Blame It On The Alcohol'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6129996403663742265</id><published>2009-02-25T20:41:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T22:27:54.105Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wider Perspective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>North London Stand Up!</title><content type='html'>There's always a period in modern music where the geographical aspect plays a major part in a genre. If we look a few years back Hip-Hop was dominated by the influence of New York rappers and lifestyle in the states (LL, Jay-Z, Big L, Nas, Busta Rhymes, Wu-Tang etc) while R'n'B had Atlanta crooners and songstresses lighting up the charts. In the UK, South and East London bred the more popular faces of UK Garage and later on Grime (Heartless Crew, So Solid, Wiley, Kano, Lethal B etc). Now we fast forward to the latter stages of the "noughties" decade and the southern influence is more than apparent in Hip-Hop stateside but UK Hip-Hop and Grime is more spread out. However it seems from recent exposure that North London is breeding a new force of talent &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; artistry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_j10_ZnyWac&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_j10_ZnyWac&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Im not gonna pretend that Im the biggest fan of Grime/UK Hip-Hop but I appreciate talent when I see it and over the past year or so I've seen alot of progress in both genres especially from the North side of London. In my opinion North has the best UK rapper in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sway&lt;/span&gt;, fair do's he hasn't reached his peak just yet but thats even more testiment to his talent and he has a flow not emulated anywhere in the UK. There's been a lot of talk about him retiring early but fingers crossed Akon can make a bigger star out of him because the potential is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FBsjJ47pfGo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FBsjJ47pfGo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chipmunk&lt;/span&gt; is doing alot in the scene right now and after winning best newcomer at the Mobos Im hoping he can push on; Im biased when it comes to him mainly because he went to the school of my sixth-form and is part of my cousin's music label but at 18 he's definitely gonna be on top when he reaches his lyrical peak. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wretch 32&lt;/span&gt; is another beast and deserves big props. Lyrically he's nearly untouchable in London and you can see his influences have given his delivery a much needed boost. His last mixtape was dope, get to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zqpoL47ClNY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zqpoL47ClNY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" 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;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t7978NwXukA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t7978NwXukA&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scorcher, Northstar, G, Marvell, Ram and a host of others along with the R'n'B influences of the likes of Lemar, Ny and Keisha White are beginning to push North London to the forefront of the underground/mainstream music scene. Now I know other Londoners will have something to say about it (especially East) but Im gonna go ahead and be biased/controversial and say North London may not have the most amount of musically talented artists in the capital but they have the best.....Hmm then again East are doing alot too. Ok I'll get back to you on that statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Magnified. Undeniable. Sustained. Intense. Contagious.....thats MUSIC"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-6129996403663742265?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6129996403663742265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6129996403663742265&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6129996403663742265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6129996403663742265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/north-london-stand-up.html' title='North London Stand Up!'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-4400313280685601358</id><published>2009-02-22T20:34:00.031Z</published><updated>2010-01-13T18:02:19.352Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script'/><title type='text'>Scriptwriter Chronicles: MEN ON THE ROAD (Part 23)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Part 23 - Big Talk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron, Joshua and Evelyn are eating dinner in David's kitchen&lt;/span&gt;. Evelyn and Josh are enjoying while Cameron's thoughts seem occupied...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im glad you're enjoying it Josh, what about you Cameron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah its cool thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing, nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok sorry &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Evelyn gets up to make another drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nah its just I feel bad for my dad...that he was involved in that nonsense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well It was your fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;whispers&lt;/span&gt; you heard? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Josh nods &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;dont say anything, I mean it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evelyn sits back at the table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww dont say that Joshua. Cameron couldnt have prevented it even if he wanted to be at the tournament with his father. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Josh shakes his head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I know this is a little weird to you boys but I like your father and I hope to see alot more of him &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;silence &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Uhm so, how did he split up with your mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're kinda nosy aint ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ran off with another man, thats what dad said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What!?! I can say it, I dont like secrets &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cameron squints his eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow Im so sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ok. Maybe you might be what we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We havent seen her for 3 years, and I hate her for leaving us&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the room is silent as they continue eating until Evelyn stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep I'm gonna tell them; Johsua you've inspired me today, you really have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell who what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been an act of adultery across the road and everyone needs to know for the sake of my sanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Across the road&lt;/span&gt;, Jane and Natalie are situated upstairs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a nuthouse, I dont know what I've gotten myself into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gets worse Jane and we need to think of something quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youre scaring me, what is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim's boyfriend is Sebastian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane begins to cry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Wait Wait Wait! She just told me his name, there isnt a guarantee that it's him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh come on Natalie, how many Sebastians are there out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the crab from the little mermaid and...&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jane looks at her&lt;/span&gt; No?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Natalie. Oh My God and they're all coming here!?! I've gotta call Julian, I've gotta call Sebastian. s*** sh** shi*!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get a hold of yourself, all is not lost. First off we need to find out if its the same Sebastian then we can act on it. Just remember my ass is on the line also&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you're right, Sebastian loves me, it couldnt be the same one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont pretend you didnt think she was defending me earlier, as if she knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane, Evelyn is as drunk as Michelle, do you think she'd really defend what you've been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Meanwhile downstairs.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You alright dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not at all, my boyfriend text me saying he wanted to talk, it just threw me off for a moment, I was gonna make a call but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes your boyfriend, tell me about him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, nah I'd rather not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sebastian right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bugging me. We've been together nearly a year and not once has he mentioned you guys or any of your boyfriends stroke husbands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you know he knows all of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jane and Nat come walking down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim was just telling me about her boyfriend, you'll never guess his name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly so..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Sebastian &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jane drops her glass of wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you know him Natalie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I, Well I...kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle can I talk with you for a moment please? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Michelle and Jane step into the kitchen&lt;/span&gt; What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Natalie squirm, its fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you crazy? thats supposed to be your friend, you think she knew Sebastian was seeing someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm, thats funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dont seem too surprised by it. Does Evelyn have a point about disloyalty? Was she refering to you and Natalie? I always wondered what that whole French conversation was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; about..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;24 &lt;/span&gt;(The penultimate part) Next....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8908658551701324159-4400313280685601358?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/4400313280685601358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=4400313280685601358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/4400313280685601358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/4400313280685601358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/scriptwriter-chronicles-men-on-road_152.html' title='Scriptwriter Chronicles: MEN ON THE ROAD (Part 23)'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6692958574987748627</id><published>2009-02-22T20:34:00.030Z</published><updated>2009-03-08T00:20:25.991Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script'/><title type='text'>Scriptwriter Chronicles: MEN ON THE ROAD (Part 22)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 22 - There's A Message In Every Message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Julian and Gerald are in the car discussing Julian's relationship, Sebastian looks on uncomfortably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was an idiot for taking the ring off in the first place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was only out of frustration, I love that woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get home I'm gonna make things right so you two will have to bare with me because I have to sort out things before I drop you two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agr... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Julain interrupts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gerald either step up your vocab or shut up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sebastian twiddles his thumbs, knowing he's in a very tight but explosive situation; he sends a text "We need to talk" to Jane, Kim and Nadine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In David's car&lt;/span&gt;, Nadine receives the text but Ritchie intercepts and reads it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, doesnt look good for Cameron does it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me the phone!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;she takes the phone&lt;/span&gt; What do you mean by that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; mean by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;points at phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a text! You send and receive messages, it's called technology you twat, it means what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why so aggressive? You're acting like I caught you out or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what's going on here but calm down you two, peaceful journey home please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caught me out in what sense Ritchie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to spell it out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you dont. Sebastian sent me a text so what? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Its none of your business &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Last time I checked it was my business &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; I'd appreciate if you stayed out of my business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok Nadine breathe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong Ritchie? You jealous? upset that I havent given you any attention all day but one text alert and my focus turns to Seb? Get over yourself, you're pathetic. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ritchie stays quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back in Julian's car&lt;/span&gt;, Gerald is looking at the text Jane sent to Julian earlier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, alot can be said from a text, then again alot cant be said. So many factors come into it like the tine of the text, the font, the size, the abbreviations, it's fascinating stuff really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Julian just stares at him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Erm you best keep your eyes on the road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im still not sure why exactly I ask for your opinion anymore. I asked for an opinion not an analysis, moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well then yeah she definitely misses you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; forgives you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just the "more" part at the end of the sentence &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sebastian begins to register the text in his head and realises the message may have been for him, he stays quiet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is it sarcasm? Did she not finish the sentence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont read too much into it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you said reading was good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since when do you listen to anything I say? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sebastian receives a text from Nadine. It reads "there'll be plenty to 'talk' about when we get back, trust me" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just get home and sort it out. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julian's car goes over a hard surface and the car bumps causing Sebastain's phone to drop on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry fellas, rocky road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Gerald picks up the phone and catches a glimpse of the message and the sender as he give sit back to Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loyalty. Julian seems to be catching onto it, are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im gettin asked alot of silly questions today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so you would prefer serious questions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha no I would like logical questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok then, are you ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing Gerald, lets just relax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No this will actually entertain my journey, fire away Gerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sebastian looks at Julian in fear and then at Gerald who has a wry smile on his face...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; 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color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8908658551701324159-6692958574987748627?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6692958574987748627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6692958574987748627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6692958574987748627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6692958574987748627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/scriptwriter-chronicles-men-on-road_2302.html' title='Scriptwriter Chronicles: MEN ON THE ROAD (Part 22)'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-1570753953490901212</id><published>2009-02-22T20:34:00.029Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:32:11.408Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script'/><title type='text'>Scriptwriter Chronicles: MEN ON THE ROAD (Part 24)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Part 24 - Confessions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cameron and Josh sit at the kitchen table talking quietly while Evelyn does the dishes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly did you hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything and if my dad was hurt in any way I'll hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's not hurt, and keep your voice down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you do that, I thought you stopped being bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was helping a friend, you wouldnt understand little man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right boys after these dishes I'll be back, i'll be going to Jane's to bury some demons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Julian's car....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im jumping in head first, are you being loyal to Kim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kinda question is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian &amp;amp; Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Answer it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright! Yes, yes I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;At Jane's house..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know him through Gerald and Julian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and has he ever metioned me to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, is it even the same one? What does he look like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tall" "dark" "handsome", medium build sometimes wears glasses, tattoo of daffy duck on his left arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep thats him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;In David's Car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I've been silent for too long I dont appreciate the disrespect you've given me today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it or leave it, thats just my reaction to people who are in my business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it's your reaction when you have something to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont have anything to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A few hundred metres in front....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bollocks, I have visual and digital proof that says you're lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can stick that proof up your ass mate, I'm telling you I've been faithful, however I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; looking to break up with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why's that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he cheated on her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian &amp;amp; Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Back at David's house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh No &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Cameron shakes his head as he comes off the phone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Joshua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends got arrested, shit!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Across the road...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sorry to say but your beloved friend cheated on me and my sister is about to tell me who with, in fact I might call her now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep she's in the car with your friend, I put her up to it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Jane and Natalie look at each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Across the road once more evelyn is about to leave david's when her phone rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Hi David, yeah I just made then dinner. How long are you gonna be?....30 minutes? ok, I'm just going across to the girls....I said Im just goi...whats that noise in the back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In David's Car....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine I can sense it, you've been sleeping with Sebastian havent you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please people Im on the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No I didnt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll call you back Evelyn these two are acting a fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Julian's car..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not one to lie for nothing so lets just bring things out in the open. I saw your text message and I saw what you did. I put two and two together. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sebastian's heart skips a beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough of this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seb take it like a man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exactly, I know, and Julian deserves to know, do you want me to spell it out? ok fine!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Back in Jane's house....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm a little ill, I think everyone should leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but I'm not leaving til I get my answer from Nadine. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jane and Natalie look at each other again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Why do you two keep looking at ecah other? I sthere something you aren't telling me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No...course not, it's just time to leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can read your eyes Jane, you're lying to me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just under half an hour down the motorway....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes you are. you're sleepign with Sebastian, it all makes perfect sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian? wow thats abit far-fetched then again I dont know you guys so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not sleeping with Sebastian, someone else is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats where I've seen his face before, this morning at Julian's house, he's come to see Jane a couple times after Julian's gone to work in the mornign actually oh my god!! Sebastian's sleeping with Jane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;t Jane' house, Evelyn burst through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I cant take it anymore, I've held it in since this morning but no more, Jane you and Julian should not be in a relationship that is based on adultery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Evelyn dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;No Natalie shut up, you can still build with Sebastian but Jane cant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sebastian?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Oh Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the one sleeping with him? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kim has venom in her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natalie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.....No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In Julian's car Sebastian and Gerald speak at the same time with contrasting results&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sebastian is sleeping with Nadine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sleeping with Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald and Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Julian lets go of the wheel; as he looks back at Sebastian, the car swerves into a hard shoulder and flips over tumbling three times. It lays in the middle of the motorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO BE&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; CONTINUED&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8908658551701324159-1570753953490901212?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/1570753953490901212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=1570753953490901212&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1570753953490901212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1570753953490901212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/scriptwriter-chronicles-men-on-road_553.html' title='Scriptwriter Chronicles: MEN ON THE ROAD (Part 24)'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-3516658897647209079</id><published>2009-02-22T20:33:00.011Z</published><updated>2010-01-13T17:47:44.584Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script'/><title type='text'>Scriptwriter Chronicles: MEN ON THE ROAD (Part 21)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 21 - Missing Pieces Pt 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The four women refelct on the day's evets in Jane's living room with young Joshua while Kim and Cameron are in the kitchen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a sign you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. Life is too short for arguments. For all you know, I mean I dont know the details but Julian could of been shot and killed and then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True, but he made his decision and when he put his ring on the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I agree, loyalty is a strong factor here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats funny coming from you Nat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Natalie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's that supposed to mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It means nothing, I just like to point fingers every now and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle's clearly drunk but disloyalty is clearly showing its true colours here at the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane (stutters)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im..uh...uhm, I'm baffled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just take time to think whether you want Julian back in your life ok?&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt; Jane and Natalie look at each other totally confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tryna say my brother's not good enough for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm saying is...nevermind, Josh can you get your brother so we can eat dinner? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Josh walks towards the kitchen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Michelle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No No &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Josh stops&lt;/span&gt; you aren't going now, explain this disloyalty you're refering to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jane &amp;amp; Nat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No No No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evelyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh please go and get...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;In David's Car....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wow, small world. How do you know my son?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just through a couple mutual friends, we did some erm, erm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some....?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah things like, business ventures &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Nadine relaxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of business ventures? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nadine unrelaxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nadine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;You know, uhm... &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Ritchie intervenes to save Nadine's blushes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know Uni graduates nowadays Dave they dont like to offload business plans just in case you steal them and run off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm his dad, I wouldn't run very far &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Nadine's phone rings, she answers it as David and Ritchie continue talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Kim....I have to speak low 'cause Im in the car with........no.......there's 6 of us now........really?......What the hell are you doing there!?!........Oh My God!?!.....Natalie aswell?..........Whatever you do dont say anything to anyone there until I get back........just wait!.......Every woman in that house is coupled up with guys here except Natalie, I dont know who Evelyn is. Those guys messed up and got Julian..... Jane is his wife and you're in her house...Yes! I couldnt say anything, you've got me in a comprimising position you know. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she pauses for a moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Kim you love me right?....and whatever I do you won't kill me right?...ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;she pauses again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I found out who Seb is cheating on you with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Nadine looks up and sees Ricthie who is staring at her, she disconnects the line immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much of that did you hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much did you want me to hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ritchie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to dissappoint you then, we'll just say I heard enough to make me question you and my friend's loyalty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nadine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what you're talking about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;David's phone rings, he answers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi son....yeah I'm fine, I was the hero...ish for once. Guess who I have in the car with me?.....Nadine! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;turns to Nadine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's Cameron &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nadine fakes a smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;yeah small world. He asked if your battery died &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nadine shakes her head &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She said no.....ok i'll be home soon, take care of Evelyn....ok bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;At Jane's house....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well her battery's on so if you wanna find out call her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Joshua walks in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joshua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameron, Evelyn says we should go and eat dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool, I'll call the idiots to lay low, call me when you found out who she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt; Next....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8908658551701324159-3516658897647209079?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/3516658897647209079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=3516658897647209079&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/3516658897647209079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/3516658897647209079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/scriptwriter-chronicles-men-on-road_2137.html' title='Scriptwriter Chronicles: MEN ON THE ROAD (Part 21)'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-5234247673461837526</id><published>2009-02-22T20:33:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T19:22:24.897Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script'/><title type='text'>Scriptwriter Chronicles: MEN ON THE ROAD (Part 20)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 20 - Missing Pieces Pt. 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the early evening and the six travellers are on their way back home on the mororway, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gerald and Sebastian are in Julian's car while Ritchie and Nadine are comfortably seated in David's car a few yards behind. Julian's car is silent and full of conflicting thoughts from all of it's members, they drive opposite the same petrol station where there was an altercation earlier which prompts conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jules what actually happened in the car? &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Julian takes a deep breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotta praise God for blessing me with the UK's dumbest criminals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to them it was a case of mistaken identity and they were after someone else. Someone who doesnt have a wife and kids..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So these dudes were actually after someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It appears so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You reckon it could be any of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah because the rest of us dont have a wife or kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Gerald I was bemused by that fact until you told me. Erm, I dunno, they seemed purposeful from the moment they were in the petrol station so there's every chance it could be one of us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Gerald and Sebastian look at each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There lies the question mate &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sebastian thinks to himself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;What you think Seb? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sebastian's startled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh? erm...probably Ritchie, you know he's had some crazy girls in his bed before, they probably got an older brother to come and do some damage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True but that's just too easy, they're crazy but I know Ritchie would be able to trace steps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what you tryna say?...it's one of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly? I dunno, thinking about it's making my head hurt. The whole situation, this whole day has been..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;At Jane's House....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Cameron and Kim hold their heads in shock in Jane's kicthen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh....My....God. I cant believe this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. I f***** up, how did my dad get involved in this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I wanna know is how everybody here knows everyone else!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that the woman I came with (Evelyn) is trying to get with my dad and she's close friends with all the other girls here. Some Sex and The City type s***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but I heard her mention names, who's Gerald? who's Julian? You reckon one of those was the guy they got by mistake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I, probably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are those guys now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah crap, they went to the tournament to get the "job" done, I gotta tell them to scrap it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is messed up, I gotta call my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to call..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Back in Julian's car...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nadine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sebastian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about her? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Gerald turns back at Sebastian with a grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah what about her? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Sebastian stares back baffled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe Im reading too much into things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good to read, it builds intellect and imagination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine shutting up Gerald, how about that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes those quivering lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her personal statement or account whatever was too short for my liking, seemed strange to me; it's like she purposely made it short to defend something, someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gerald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What like one of us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Julian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No like the dudes with the guns. Like I said I read too much into things. I just wanna go home to my....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Back in Jane's kitchen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wife!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shh..yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about the others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is coupled up except Nadine's tutor. I'm in the house of the wife and girlfriend of the guys you stupid ass friends got by mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Sebastian knows everyone here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! and she knows who Seb is sleeping with but her phone just cut off when she was about to tell me. I need to get through to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cameron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats good news right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Kim nods as she paces up and down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I cant get over my dad being involved, I never knew or even saw the people in this house before today. I need to call my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen dont tell him nothing. If we can cut all ties pointing to us and Nadine confirms to me who this woman it is then it works out for the better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As Cameron prepares to call his father a draft of air comes through; the kitchen door is slightly open with Joshua on the other side who has been listening to the conversation all along....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PART &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt; continues in simultaneous time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8908658551701324159-5234247673461837526?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/5234247673461837526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=5234247673461837526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/5234247673461837526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/5234247673461837526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/scriptwriter-chronicles-men-on-road_22.html' title='Scriptwriter Chronicles: MEN ON THE ROAD (Part 20)'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6106604079117339157</id><published>2009-02-20T23:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T23:28:05.547Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>Day 'n' Nite</title><content type='html'>Everyone always has those days, weeks or a similar period where a song is randomly in your head and you cant stop singing it whether it has significance to your life or its just catchy. Kid Cudi's Day 'n' Nite has been in my head non-stop for the last month, I heard the track last year and liked it but the UK club version kinda dented it's effects for me even though its a banger. The original version has been on rotation since the star of the year and I find myself belting out the tune at random moments including today at work when my manager was talking to me. No idea why, I just did it. Anywho while I was up writing at 2am I saw on &lt;a href="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com"&gt;WSHH&lt;/a&gt; that the video had been released so it was all good timing ay? I know everyone else has posted this vide in their blog but I dont ind joining the list, the tune is big. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Day 'N' Nite (bwah bwah)"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T4ZnE5_E5PE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&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/T4ZnE5_E5PE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" 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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-6106604079117339157?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6106604079117339157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6106604079117339157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6106604079117339157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6106604079117339157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-n-nite.html' title='Day &apos;n&apos; Nite'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-4585389747724820410</id><published>2009-02-20T15:34:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:48:49.524Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throwback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>Friday Means Throwback!</title><content type='html'>This week's gone mad quick! Im already pissed about going work this monday. Back to the title. Many a artist are slept on in the industry whether it be 'cause of record sales, their music wasnt mainstream enough or just because they dont acquire the superstar quality labels are looking for, I dunno. One guy that went about his business quietly during the 90's was Horace Brown, the dude had some serious tracks! I actually had a problem choosing which one I'd pick for today. I recently downloaded his album and reassured myself why the 90's will never be emulated for great R'n'B music. Everything was smooth, real and most importantly everyone could legitimately hold a note. (Who the hell signed Lumidee?....kill yourself). So without further a do, here's Horace Brown. Do you remember?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Horace Brown - &lt;/span&gt;Things We Do For Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJKaoQqg8Go&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kJKaoQqg8Go&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Music is enough for a lifetime but a lifetime is not enough for music"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-4585389747724820410?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/4585389747724820410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=4585389747724820410&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/4585389747724820410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/4585389747724820410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-means-throwback_20.html' title='Friday Means Throwback!'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-149276691793705687</id><published>2009-02-19T17:54:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-02-19T19:24:16.157Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Of The Day'/><title type='text'>Colour Blind (Thought Of The Day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZ2va_pN68I/AAAAAAAAAhA/yxhjbXhQ6Co/s1600-h/BA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 154px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZ2va_pN68I/AAAAAAAAAhA/yxhjbXhQ6Co/s320/BA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304588814408084418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We live in a multi-cultural world built on ethics, morals, love and ruling but we seem to be held back and seperated by this few thousand year old burden aptly named &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Racism&lt;/span&gt;. Racism is that nagging subconscious that creeps out through the mouths and thoughts of the ignorant and creates a dent in the perceptive integration of our society.  Ironically, I'm not gonna dwell on &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;the wider perspective&lt;/span&gt; and go into one about Slavery or the plight of certain races&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 1. &lt;/span&gt;because slavery is now used as an excuse rather than a statement &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; I've no time for Jesse Jacksonesque speeches, I have work to do. I'm just gonna have my little say and you can leave a comment afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Story....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how this post actually came about was when I was on the train back home from work. A mediterranean olive-skinned girl came on the train with an attractive friend and sat down. No problems there right? The thing is that the girl was more than above average in looks and the attractive friend was her ass. Again no problems there right? Wrong! Unfortunately two nubians took it upon themselves to start on the girl just because she was getting attention from virtually the whole train (apart from me, 'cause you know I was tryna search for a track on my ipod..ahem). Now I throw the word "hating" around loosely at friends as a joke but this my friends was full on&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; hating!!&lt;/span&gt; They started complaining that her bag was on their feet when she was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;diagonally&lt;/span&gt; across the carriage from them. WTF!?! When she replied back, I was surprised to hear a little "ghetto" in her, needless to say the girls were too and they started berating her with wankster and black wannabe statements etc etc. Sigh...this is young teenage talk from grown ass women!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="divplaylist" width="335" height="28"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6596962-247"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6596962-247" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="335" height="28"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before it got physical a couple people stepped in (both men, obviously) and it calmed down after the girl got off at her stop. I was just shaking my head at the other two girls who continued dissing her skin tone and one said "Why you tryna take our mans for, stick to your own". The mixture of the bad vocab and stupdity of the statement sent me into a frenzy of laughter. Is this what we continue to come to? We can all live together as long as we stay in our own lanes, cultures and races? Sad Sad. I dont blame them fully though, I blame the concept that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stereotypes&lt;/span&gt;. Stereotypes are the real reason behind racism. Everyone's been brought up to believe things are a certain way so they are blind to these levels of diversity and change...its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZ2vRkShkxI/AAAAAAAAAg4/KzJSuhLFTuc/s1600-h/RC.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 141px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZ2vRkShkxI/AAAAAAAAAg4/KzJSuhLFTuc/s320/RC.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304588652446323474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's Stereotypes that make women clutch their bags when a young black man's walking towards them, It's stereotypes that make some the police and people hardly ever see eye to eye, it's stereotypes that makes people look at asians funny when they bump bashment in their cars, its Stereotypes that make people laugh at Tim Westwood when he speaks and it's Stereotypes that makes people think all oriental asians have rich parents and know some form of martial arts. Cut it out! I cant deny that certain stereotypes derive from consistent behaviours in cultures but we as a people need to stop being &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt; blind and start being blind of &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;. Think About It!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Collective fear stimulates herd instinct, and tends to produce ferocity toward those who are not regarded as members of the herd"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-149276691793705687?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/149276691793705687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=149276691793705687&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/149276691793705687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/149276691793705687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/colour-blind-thought-of-day.html' title='Colour Blind (Thought Of The Day)'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZ2va_pN68I/AAAAAAAAAhA/yxhjbXhQ6Co/s72-c/BA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-8861840297622231093</id><published>2009-02-17T22:54:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T23:36:00.382Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>Quick Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZtEc-szOfI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ff_Ps5rFKMo/s1600-h/FD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZtEc-szOfI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ff_Ps5rFKMo/s320/FD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303908250816821746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gotta love work; instead of reaching company deadlines we found ourselves enthralled in a debate over the theory surrounding the 2 for one deal. As usual there was a divide and difference of opinion between the male and female contingent, we argued for hours and now the debate is over nothing has been concluded so Im bringing this question out in the open. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Is it really that wrong for the male to use a 2 for 1 voucher/coupon to pay for dinner on any date let alone the first?&lt;/span&gt; Now I know from the get-go that sounds amazingly cheap and wrong (and funny)  but think about it, if you're out on a date and the option arises to get whatever it is you require for half price so to speak then wouldnt you expect to take it? Some call it cheap (the girls) but realistically it's just being resourceful...right? Let me know your thoughts please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"The safest way to double your money is to fold it over and put it in your pocket"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-8861840297622231093?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/8861840297622231093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=8861840297622231093&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8861840297622231093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8861840297622231093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/quick-question.html' title='Quick Question'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZtEc-szOfI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/ff_Ps5rFKMo/s72-c/FD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6446456984433386924</id><published>2009-02-16T00:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:29:37.014Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script'/><title type='text'>Update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZizX9whcEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/CdLp6zoU73M/s1600-h/Screenwriting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZizX9whcEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/CdLp6zoU73M/s320/Screenwriting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303185785525203010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know, I know I've been slacking hard on the scriptwriting front; it's not my fault, too much to do. I've written ahead this time and have most of the story in front of me. So for my week's of procrastination Im gonna post &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Part 20-24&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;THIS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SUNDAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; That is a legitimate promise. There are 25 parts to this story so the next 5 parts are gonna be special, just stay tuned. Q &amp;amp; A will be scheduled the week after if you have queries on any plots, potholes, characters in the story. So This Sunday, Feb 22nd!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-6446456984433386924?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6446456984433386924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6446456984433386924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6446456984433386924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6446456984433386924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/update.html' title='Update!'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZizX9whcEI/AAAAAAAAAgI/CdLp6zoU73M/s72-c/Screenwriting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6270037839366183391</id><published>2009-02-13T10:14:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T10:40:03.050Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throwback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>Friday Means Throwback!</title><content type='html'>Friday definitely means throwback but I had to choose another post millenium track just for the fact that this song takes me back, memories, memories, memories. They always say that people want what they cant have, but what if you can have it but are forced not to?......Me and another girl was seeing our partners respectively but &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;KNEW&lt;/span&gt; we were both feeling each other, the looks and the dialogue was enough for us to realise it but we kept quiet. Its not a good predicament to be in trust me; homewrecker is not something you want on your CV so I managed to stay clear but you always wonder &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;what if?&lt;/span&gt; with those situations. Hmmm. Anyway Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Avant -&lt;/span&gt; Read Your Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="348"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5h9LXLyNOBYc08ZrL&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k5h9LXLyNOBYc08ZrL&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="348"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x19xf1_avantread-your-mind_music"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/lachula"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Music is what life sounds like"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-6270037839366183391?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6270037839366183391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6270037839366183391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6270037839366183391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6270037839366183391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-means-throwback_13.html' title='Friday Means Throwback!'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-1910342286090402021</id><published>2009-02-12T17:51:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:15:24.084Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wider Perspective'/><title type='text'>A Valentine's Compilation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZR5EInqCcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/1n1P5pYTT3g/s1600-h/BC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 190px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZR5EInqCcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/1n1P5pYTT3g/s320/BC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301995773262170562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;February 14th to me is just a saturday but I wont shy away from the fact that it's a special day for the ladies. It's that fake holiday with a positive message where men show their more sensitive side and women lap up the presents, love and commitment showed to them by a signifcant other. Yes Valentines Day is here to stay and even as a singleton we're just as much affected by this event as couples. According to cards and text messages I have &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt; secret admirers (altogether now "woooo") which I take on with the humility and modesty of Kanye West...kidding . Only problem is that they're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;secret &lt;/span&gt;admirers so how do I exactly act on it when I dont know where they came from? I call the numbers but no response; its a fun game...for now. Didnt we stop that at the teeange stage? Nonetheless I won't be taking "Miss Right" out this weekend as I have a birthday to attend (hopefully one that will include a string of singletons). My friend asked me to make a playlist for them, which only means they want something that will guarantee them action so I went through my collection and came up with three lists, burned them to CDs and sent them to his address. They're alright. The First Playlist is below. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;PS:&lt;/span&gt; - I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;endorse&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;promote&lt;/span&gt; safe sex and if you decide to add these on your own playlist you &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;WILL&lt;/span&gt; guarantee yourself action, so use protection!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Aaliyah - Come Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="divplaylist" width="285" height="28"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6542033-322"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6542033-322" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="285" height="28"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;112 - 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I Just Wanna Kiss You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="divplaylist" width="285" height="28"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6543430-32b"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6543430-32b" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="285" height="28"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.Kelly - The Greatest Sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="divplaylist" width="285" height="28"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6543431-cef"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6543431-cef" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="285" height="28"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-1910342286090402021?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/1910342286090402021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=1910342286090402021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1910342286090402021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1910342286090402021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-compilation.html' title='A Valentine&apos;s Compilation'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZR5EInqCcI/AAAAAAAAAfg/1n1P5pYTT3g/s72-c/BC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-8672045978482428455</id><published>2009-02-10T17:43:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T19:23:10.709Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neo-Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Wider Perspective'/><title type='text'>J Dilla - Greatest Producer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Press Play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="divplaylist" width="285" height="28"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6525775-782"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6525775-782" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="285" height="28"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZHJIxk4KWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bU0HgQK1p1o/s1600-h/JD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 139px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZHJIxk4KWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bU0HgQK1p1o/s320/JD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301239388975933794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quincy Jones, Babyface, The Neptunes, Dr Dre, DJ Premier, Bryan Michael Cox, Tim &amp;amp; Bob are all up there amongst my favourite producers of all time but with the exception of Timbaland no other producer has made a big impression on me as much as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J "Jay Dee" Dilla&lt;/span&gt;. JD's influence on the rise of Neo-Soul in mid 90's was defining and understated; he worked with the finest in Hip-Hop and traced the genre all the way to it's roots to bring out the heart and soul. He was your favourite producer's favourite producer, he was just that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZHJVBgJhgI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1Qjm41r-uvo/s1600-h/JDJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZHJVBgJhgI/AAAAAAAAAfY/1Qjm41r-uvo/s320/JDJ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301239599409497602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Raging from Detroit the rapper/producer was responsible for the forming of underrated hip-hop group Slum Village and worked in a production supergroup called The Ummah with two members of A Tribe Called Quest and later on Raphael Saadiq. What I enjoyed most about his production was the simplicity of it. Not many can pull off a beat with simple patterns but make it speak a thousand words without an artist even singing/rapping over it. This was more or less the reason why so many conscious artists were able to work with him as the beat acted as a guide to their patterns of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Sometimes, fixation can be a good thing and sometimes it can be bad. There'd be days when I wouldn't eat at all, because I'd be in the basement working all day"&lt;/span&gt; - J Dilla&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list of classic productions is endless, I cant even go through all of them but check &lt;a href="http://www.stonesthrow.com/jdilla/discography"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for his discography. My playlist on the right hand side sports a large percentage of J.Dilla's work and no doubt I will add more in fture. Q-Tip, Slum Village, The Roots, Erykah Badu, Common, De la Soul and Pharcyde to name a few are some of the name's he worked with and it was only after his untimely death in 2006 on this day that people began to realise his influence in music. Sometimes I wish he was able to take himself more mainstream just for the world to understand how great a producer he was, then again his behind the secnes and underground status is what made him a special entity in the first place. I salute J Dilla as one of the, if not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thee&lt;/span&gt; greatest producer of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jb7GcgaD-Y8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jb7GcgaD-Y8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);" class="huge"&gt;"Music is the one incorporeal entrance into the higher world of knowledge which comprehends mankind but which mankind cannot comprehend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-8672045978482428455?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/8672045978482428455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=8672045978482428455&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8672045978482428455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/8672045978482428455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/j-dilla-greatest-producer.html' title='J Dilla - Greatest Producer'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZHJIxk4KWI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bU0HgQK1p1o/s72-c/JD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-2570510094825235204</id><published>2009-02-09T18:30:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T21:52:12.722Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pbleepd Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>Mish-Mash #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZCLnn2iNnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/opioe-uMkcQ/s1600-h/RC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZCLnn2iNnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/opioe-uMkcQ/s320/RC.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300890274243950194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm just gonna jump straight into it, Chris Brown is a wasteman!! I decided to wait until there was confirmation of the full incident and it has now come to my attention that not only did Chris Brown assault Rihanna and turn himself in but he assaulted her with a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;deadly weapon!&lt;/span&gt; (which is yet to be confirmed). I dont care whether the girl gave him Herpes, told him he aint shit, said she's sleeping with someone else or she disrespected him in any kinda way you should &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEVER!!!&lt;/span&gt; put your hands on a woman. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;You can shake her but dont hit her&lt;/span&gt;. I've lost tons of respect for him and the fact that he himself had to experience that same type of behaviour when he was younger makes this somehow worse. I blame &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Fame&lt;/span&gt; getting into his head but there should be no excuses. Anyway here's a crappy &lt;a href="http://www.tmz.com/videos?autoplay=true&amp;amp;mediaKey=c29a3761-ab85-4dbf-9c8c-6c24d04fff27"&gt;TMZ video&lt;/a&gt; of Chris Brown being booked into custody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Award Season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Grammies was probably something I shouldn't of stayed up for. It was ok but nothing spectacular but they did a good job filling in the spaces where Chris Brown and Rihanna were meant to perform. Lil Wayne and Coldplay picked up a few gongs as expected but I was baffled to see Jennifer Hudson pick up the best r'n'b album. I mean I know she's had a bad year and all but regardless there were others more deserved of it (Jazmine Sullivan), but I wont dwell on it because her voice is fire!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A couple of decent performances including the "Swagger Like Us" Performance which can be seen by clicking &lt;a href="http://pbleepdblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/mia-kanye-west-jay-z-lil-wayne-ti.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/8WfBNeVqg7vyFaSp"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://videos.onsmash.com/e/8WfBNeVqg7vyFaSp" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="all" allowscriptaccess="always" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZCLv53RyoI/AAAAAAAAAeY/6eF8rSi0kG8/s1600-h/nc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZCLv53RyoI/AAAAAAAAAeY/6eF8rSi0kG8/s320/nc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300890416517859970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Congrats to Estelle for winning a grammy along with other UK artists including Duffy, Coldplay and Adele. Looks like UK music is finally showing forward movement. Speaking of UK and forward movement, congrats to Noel Clarke for winning the rising star award at the BAFTAS. Now hopefully young writers, directors and producers can get more exposure. I'll be there, fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://hewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2008/11/were-coming-live-direct-from-london.html"&gt;Pbleepd Radio is coming&lt;/a&gt;.....End of the month!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://pbleepdblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-beef.html"&gt;50 Cent/Rick Ross &amp;amp; Bow Wow/Souljah Boy beef&lt;/a&gt; is stupid but still funny!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Made a playlist for Valentine's day, are you ready to downlaod it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go listen to the Friday Foxxhole Radio recording&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/8908658551701324159-2570510094825235204?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/2570510094825235204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=2570510094825235204&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2570510094825235204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/2570510094825235204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/mish-mash-3.html' title='Mish-Mash #3'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SZCLnn2iNnI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/opioe-uMkcQ/s72-c/RC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-5186605589694743832</id><published>2009-02-07T14:47:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-07T16:25:48.453Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>The Demise of Candy...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SY20eFuaQ4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/i4LMzQs4Wlg/s1600-h/bm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 177px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SY20eFuaQ4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/i4LMzQs4Wlg/s320/bm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300090765510853506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a crowd pleaser, an uplifter, a classic; Cameo's Candy has long been the answer to a boring event but is it beginning to lose it's spark? I remember 5 years ago back in my first year at University and just the sound of the bass guitar and drum pattern in the intro would spurr everyone out their seats or prompt them out of conversations to go left left, right right, back back etc etc. Even the quietest of the quiet and the goons were caught having rhythm. However now it seems the song has been overplayed, over done...over! From when it became a regular spin for DJ's on radio it lost it's nostalgia and now the dance routine has become just routine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="divplaylist" width="335" height="28"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6501845-15c"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6501845-15c" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="335" height="28"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont go out as much as I used to so I still get a small urge to do the dance when it comes on, I even made my own version...Im just that good haha. But my advice to DJs is let the tune rest for like a year then bring it back, and stop playing it on radio amongst modern hip-hop and r'n'b tracks...thats just stupid! Nonetheless it will defo be getting a play at my wedding reception. I was hoping to get the scene from &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c_brB8gMjqM"&gt;The Best Man&lt;/a&gt; on here with the dance but youtube have done a good job removing it, ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"It's never safe to be nostalgic about something until you're absolutely certain there's no chance of it's coming back"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-5186605589694743832?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/5186605589694743832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=5186605589694743832&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/5186605589694743832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/5186605589694743832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/demise-of-candy.html' title='The Demise of Candy...?'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SY20eFuaQ4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/i4LMzQs4Wlg/s72-c/bm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-5283153547251426016</id><published>2009-02-06T09:27:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T10:08:10.968Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neo-Soul'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Throwback'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music Video'/><title type='text'>Friday Means Throwback!</title><content type='html'>You'll see from my profile and my playlist that Neo Soul gets nothing but love from me. I listen to it for every occasion because nothing beats the sound. This week's choice is a neo-soul track that isn't as throwbackish (new word shh) as others but it still takes me back far enough to remember good times. Here's the classic track from a classic group (UK Stand up!) that need to get back together. Nonetheless I'll be looking forward to Marsha's individual album, her mixtape was kinda dope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Floetry - &lt;/span&gt;Say Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k6vSN2Cb7sWjKNjc2W&amp;amp;related=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/k6vSN2Cb7sWjKNjc2W&amp;amp;related=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="450" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x2q1qm_floetry-say-yes_music"&gt;Floetry - Say Yes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/Floerty"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"Music is love in search of a word"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-5283153547251426016?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/5283153547251426016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=5283153547251426016&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/5283153547251426016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/5283153547251426016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/friday-means-throwback.html' title='Friday Means Throwback!'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-4784546733234463245</id><published>2009-02-06T02:18:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T05:58:07.077Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>Should I Pay Seven Pounds To watch Seven Pounds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYuibqamlXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/yVftepPKA_w/s1600-h/sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYuibqamlXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/yVftepPKA_w/s320/sp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299507982657557874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I dont know what it is about this film but Seven Pounds has got people going crazy....literally writing blogs, notes, diary entries about the movie. I thought it was raining outside my local cinema when I saw all the wet patches on the floor but according to a frequent bystander that was the tears of all the viewers that had stumbled across the movie. Whoa! Am I missing something? Every girl I speak to it's the same old question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: Oh My God Have you seen Seven Pounds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband&lt;/span&gt;: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: OMG, OMG, OMG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband&lt;/span&gt;: Calm down he's my god too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Girl&lt;/span&gt;: I cried at the end, it was so emotional. I dare you not to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a big Will Smith fan, he's definitely an aspiring and influential character in my books but even I couldn't defend his last two movies. I wasnt feeling Hancock or I Am Legend so I was cautious about seeing this movie but it's got people bugging. Even guys are getting all emotional about it, grown ass men just taking Kleenex Ltd away from recession and into double figures. So Im gonna see it this Saturday and see what the hype is. I've got a right mind to go with my friends so I can catch them slipping on camera crying. I cant get emotional to that extent through movies. I even laughed at the end of Titanic, I mean come on they could of swapped turns rowing each other along the sea..no? The closest I ever came to tears was watching A Time To Kill, that closing speech got to me for a slight second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7f-BgDgpmE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C7f-BgDgpmE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So Im gonna watch it this weekend and see what all the fuss is about, this better be good!!! and I will not cry...(on purpose).&lt;br /&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/8908658551701324159-4784546733234463245?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/4784546733234463245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=4784546733234463245&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/4784546733234463245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/4784546733234463245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/should-i-pay-seven-pounds-to-watch.html' title='Should I Pay Seven Pounds To watch Seven Pounds?'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYuibqamlXI/AAAAAAAAAc4/yVftepPKA_w/s72-c/sp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-6851661293473535964</id><published>2009-02-05T23:01:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-06T05:52:19.521Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thought Of The Day'/><title type='text'>The "Break" Up (Thought Of The Day)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYvPAfRMc9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/ckcelqGo8tI/s1600-h/BU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 190px; height: 191px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYvPAfRMc9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/ckcelqGo8tI/s320/BU.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299556993832088530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hmmm what can I say that hasn't already been said about this particular junction in a relationship? Ah yes thats it, in a professor's accent "&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;the proposed "break" in the middle of a relationship is merely an excuse to breakaway from the real decision that you have to ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ke&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Question:&lt;/span&gt; Are you gonna work it out or are you gonna end it?  You see when couples choose to have a break it's obviously for good...ish intentions but 9 times out of 10 the one who asks for the break is just afraid to make that difficult decision and answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is when we're with someone and the relationship fizzles out we sometimes take a break ironically as an act of fear for what the world may offer us afterwards. We think that maybe if we were to leave our partners we wont find anything better out there and so instead of making the break permanent we make it just. But we must take a look at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;wider perspective&lt;/span&gt;; (badoom chi) do you really want to sacrifice your fear of being alone for a bad relationship? It's a simple question with a difficult answer ( or vice-versa) and eventually you then find yourself back to the battle between our dear old friends &lt;a href="http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/01/head-vs-heart-thought-of-day.html"&gt;Head and Heart&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm and lets not forget the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; use of the term break. The chance to explore different, options; we cant be selfish and call it a break just so we prevent our partner from exploring there own options, it &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAS&lt;/span&gt; to be a break-up......Im not insensitive in thinking that a break is solely for individual gain but it rarely benefits both parties because one person is usually left out in the loop. Despite it's extremeties it works out better in the long run to decide on one or the other. That's the difficult but right decision. Time to cool off....yes, a break....no! So...what you gonna do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"In any moment of decision the best thing you can do is the right thing, the next best thing you can do is the wrong thing, and the worst thing you can do is nothing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-6851661293473535964?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/6851661293473535964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=6851661293473535964&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6851661293473535964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/6851661293473535964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/break-up-thought-of-day.html' title='The &quot;Break&quot; Up (Thought Of The Day)'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYvPAfRMc9I/AAAAAAAAAdA/ckcelqGo8tI/s72-c/BU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-5916527524537496405</id><published>2009-02-05T17:28:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T18:36:39.179Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>"Sometimes I Feel I Gotta Getaway"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="divplaylist" width="335" height="28"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6486198-b01"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6486198-b01" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="335" height="28"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever get those feelings where you just want out? Those tiny thoughts in your mind that are telling you to go travel; I've been getting that alot recently. I've got love for England, after all the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NHS&lt;/span&gt; is free; but there's this repetitive, tedious and sometimes boring nature of this nation that makes me wanna get out of here and explore more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYswp9m-OKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FuLQoUzurlg/s1600-h/HD1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 168px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYswp9m-OKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FuLQoUzurlg/s320/HD1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299382884002314402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just a holiday, an exploration. I wanna work abroad and experience different lifestyles, eat different foods on a daily basis and hear/create stories of country's cultures. I want that &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Miami &lt;/span&gt;feeling: Relaxation mixed with multi-cultural lifestyle, mixed with good food, mixed with the occasional hot women, mixed with friendly people, mixed with good weather. I've never been homesick which only furthers my needs to go out and see what the world has on offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYswp3-FXTI/AAAAAAAAAco/Y_iUtLDjAV4/s1600-h/HD2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYswp3-FXTI/AAAAAAAAAco/Y_iUtLDjAV4/s320/HD2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299382882488638770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I promised myself that I'd visit every continent before I bid farewell to the world. North America, Europe, Asia &amp;amp; Africa have been done but I'll do them again regardless. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Japan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;U.S&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ghana&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Amsterdam&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;France&lt;/span&gt; only! booo! I need a vacation man! haha! I cant be the only one having these thoughts in my head. I wanna see the hyped countries and the quiet countries. I wanna take taxis to destinations and I wanna hike to destinations. I'm being a grandad before my time but I just feel like while I'm young I might aswell do what I can before I relax and reflect on my experiences.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYswqCuICSI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7g6i79anczU/s1600-h/HD3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYswqCuICSI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7g6i79anczU/s320/HD3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299382885374495010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Im hitting up &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sweden&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Mexico&lt;/span&gt; this year so should be an interesting time. Sometimes I think I should say less and just do it but it aint that easy when I've got upcoming bills to pay. I will travel sooner or later for a longer period but let me just see where my current projects lead me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"It is the marriage of soul with nature that makes the intellect fruitful and gives birth to the imagination"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-5916527524537496405?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/5916527524537496405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=5916527524537496405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/5916527524537496405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/5916527524537496405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-i-feel-i-gotta-getaway.html' title='&quot;Sometimes I Feel I Gotta Getaway&quot;'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYswp9m-OKI/AAAAAAAAAcg/FuLQoUzurlg/s72-c/HD1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-1399500577998130802</id><published>2009-02-03T07:23:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-03T08:14:51.452Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>Son Of A F****** Orange!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYf17C2_OmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-dgFL0a8Mg4/s1600-h/SN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 121px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYf17C2_OmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-dgFL0a8Mg4/s320/SN.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298473881353271906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Argh! I woke up this morning thinking I had another day off and I look out my window to see that the roads are clear for transportation to commerce. Son of a F****** &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Orange! &lt;/span&gt;I was hoping and praying &lt;a href="http://www.tfl.gov.uk/"&gt;TFL&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.nationalrail.co.uk/"&gt;National Rail&lt;/a&gt; could give me the news I needed but nope, trains are running with &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;minor delays&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;so I'm up and awake to get ready for work. Gotta take the Bus and &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Three Trains&lt;/span&gt; today ("conveniently" the ones that are working) I aint happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates on my week long vegetarian expedition coming later on today. And I know some of you are waiting on part &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;, they'll be up tonight as a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sunday post&lt;/span&gt;, so scroll down in the late evening for that. Just heard that despite Surrey being -8 degrees, some kids still have to go to primary school there (just like yesterday)...now that headteacher is a son of a F****** &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;orange!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It's too cold for this, Im not in the mood, gonna be sporting the unfriendly frown all day listening to straight hip-hop, volumes turned up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0" id="divplaylist" width="335" height="28"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6467793-cd1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.divshare.com/flash/playlist?myId=6467793-cd1" name="divplaylist" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="335" height="28"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;"The best remedy for anger is delay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8908658551701324159-1399500577998130802?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/1399500577998130802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=1399500577998130802&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1399500577998130802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/1399500577998130802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/son-of-f-orange.html' title='Son Of A F****** Orange!'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYf17C2_OmI/AAAAAAAAAbI/-dgFL0a8Mg4/s72-c/SN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-684005952887650574</id><published>2009-02-02T09:15:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T09:51:15.563Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Blogger&apos;s Blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Absolute Randomness'/><title type='text'>Snowed In!!!</title><content type='html'>Hehe I havent felt so giddy in a long while; the snow is so thick in my area that all transportation is rendered useless. You know what that means? (Snowball fight!!...nah Im not tryna catch pnuemonia out here) I get to be a&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;bum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;for the day (cue well constructed dance move), so apart from continuing writing my script (not the blog one, the £million$ one) I think Im gonna be watching a few DVDs with the family. This is one of those rare occassions where we are all together in the house at the same time so I'm gonna try and cherish it because Im outta here soon. Speaking of movies I saw a couple trailers roaming around the &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/"&gt;Tube&lt;/a&gt; last night during the brilliant &lt;a href="http://www.nfl.com/superbowl/43"&gt;SuperBowl&lt;/a&gt; (What a game) that have got me waiting in anticipation for the Summer. I'm a film nut, whatever the genre (except teen horrors and chick flicks....ok I saw &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;She's All That &lt;/span&gt;but it was with my sister man!) so Im looking forward to the following movies this year. Watch them, they're short trailers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Transformers 2: Revenge of the Fallen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-SmqcJf5MZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-SmqcJf5MZM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G.I Joe: The Rise of Cobra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WsogJy3zxLk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WsogJy3zxLk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Medicine For Melancholy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ID51kpZ9iK4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ID51kpZ9iK4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Films can only be made by by-passing the will of those who appear in them, using not what they do, but what they are"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8908658551701324159-684005952887650574?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/684005952887650574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=684005952887650574&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/684005952887650574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/684005952887650574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/snowed-in.html' title='Snowed In!!!'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-7086412233773571118</id><published>2009-02-01T23:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-02T00:20:37.927Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quote of the Month'/><title type='text'>Quote of the Month</title><content type='html'>We're now in February so Im guessing that you've all started to shape up what 2009 has in store or you've at least hit a stage where you're thinking about progressing to the next step so I give you a quote to influence or guide you against the challenges you face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I have learned that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavours to live the life he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours" - &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Henry David Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYY8LL9RKvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/81K6aU7a32I/s1600-h/AP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYY8LL9RKvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/81K6aU7a32I/s320/AP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297988174533962482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This image to me represents potential and you can see it from two different perspectives. Either it is a landscape of opportunity with the sky as the limit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; it is a world waiting for you to fill it in with colour. So it's up to you my people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be Easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Broadband&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8908658551701324159-7086412233773571118?l=thewiderperspective.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/feeds/7086412233773571118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8908658551701324159&amp;postID=7086412233773571118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/7086412233773571118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8908658551701324159/posts/default/7086412233773571118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewiderperspective.blogspot.com/2009/02/quote-of-month.html' title='Quote of the Month'/><author><name>Broadband</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09342494571417629973</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/Skb4TmGJhMI/AAAAAAAAAvo/N29Obvkog7U/S220/072.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lk9uiUvPBmw/SYY8LL9RKvI/AAAAAAAAAaw/81K6aU7a32I/s72-c/AP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8908658551701324159.post-7533102656851911669</id><published>2009-02-01T23:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-23T05:06:06.085Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Script'/><title type='text'
