<?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-4064912535209696106</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:30:57.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture Shock</title><subtitle type='html'>Why Not?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultureshocktlc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4064912535209696106/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cultureshocktlc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eighty-Eight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382140784506049910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NKATfHzhm90/R5Ix-6Ac-9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/pfoNCPeKggA/S220/blogger1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064912535209696106.post-2936358750775825896</id><published>2008-02-28T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T13:37:10.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out this young man. The remarkable thing about him is that he is alive in the spirit sense. There is a light in his eyes. As you watch, what you will see is the "building" of a "self", or a "self under construction". To put it in plainly, he ain't bite'in off a pop image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you will see, he's quite fond of the term "don't sleep". This term (borrowed from 1980's hip hop culture) is about being engaged in what's going on around you. I agree! Don't sleep! Wake up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DJ88&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's Derrick Ashong&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/v/S2zO5d-XZWA"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172144205031121794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NKATfHzhm90/R8clwFP5o4I/AAAAAAAAABY/WFjX1j_Nh-E/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4064912535209696106-2936358750775825896?l=cultureshocktlc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cultureshocktlc.blogspot.com/feeds/2936358750775825896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064912535209696106.post-5785371960334279102</id><published>2008-02-18T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:19:34.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHO'S THE REAL ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This poem was written &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Margaret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do you know you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f0294254d1e96a91" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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want to be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm yelling release the real me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am a beauty stuck in this body that I hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;wanting, wishing, hoping to escape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In this world of pretty faces and nice tight bodies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;where do I stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm the face under a mask of sadness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Because of how I look&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm a person behind a lifetime of fear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I am the fat girl that no one hears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the skinny girl to whom everyone stares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's not like anyone cares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But why should they&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't love myself enough to be loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so maybe I should work on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&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/4064912535209696106-5785371960334279102?l=cultureshocktlc.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f0294254d1e96a91&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NKATfHzhm90/R5Ix-6Ac-9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/pfoNCPeKggA/S220/blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064912535209696106.post-7333770733158025344</id><published>2008-02-18T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:20:24.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A LOST SHOE on the SIDE of the ROAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This poem is written &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Shekiah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can you feel this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2938974234ec0fe2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param 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me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I though I saw a cat sitting on the side of the road&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;instead it was a lost shoe as if someone was really mad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;and had a little episode&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I stopped to look at it and had a vision&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;it brought back a memory of a bad collision&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I threw the shoe down to clear my head&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;whom ever lost their shoe was surely dead&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://cultureshocktlc.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost-shoe-on-side-of-road.html' title='A LOST SHOE on the SIDE of the ROAD'/><author><name>Eighty-Eight</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04382140784506049910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_NKATfHzhm90/R5Ix-6Ac-9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/pfoNCPeKggA/S220/blogger1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4064912535209696106.post-5598409350546175657</id><published>2008-02-17T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T12:20:53.539-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I FEEL SAD WHEN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This Poem was written &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;by Jasmary&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let her know what you think of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p 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style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Life is hard the past is dull&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the present's tragic the futures untold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;you lose someone special and what do you have left&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;words unsaid and secrets still kept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's sad you have to accept the worst&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;death, fear, and even more remorse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We live life everday just like we should&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We get through desasters the best we could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nobody's perfect but we try our best&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We will truly make it above the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I feel sad when they doubt us and take away our pride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But if we believe we can acheive then we'll survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;So what can I say, everyone feels sad&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;There are things in this world that are just plain bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The world's a ticking bomb, bombs to explode&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;But if we made it this far, there's a story to be 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