<?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-1124571397129654261</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:36:29.695-08:00</updated><category term='chance'/><category term='Introduction'/><category term='change'/><category term='music'/><category term='art'/><title type='text'>The Little Black Boxx</title><subtitle type='html'>.:Follow my day to day activities, thoughts and feelings. Stay current, folks:.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-4583622097438433218</id><published>2010-11-28T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T18:36:05.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Summer: Verse 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://c0459351.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/regular/f71944_1260737863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 441px;" src="http://c0459351.cdn.cloudfiles.rackspacecloud.com/regular/f71944_1260737863.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been putting together this next mixtape (&lt;b&gt;Invincible Tomorrow&lt;/b&gt;), and I wrote a song entitled "Last Summer", which tackles the idea of fading love, loss of chemistry, and the hurt associated with both. It's a very near and dear song to me, written from the heart, written from experience, and tonight made me decide to throw up just the first verse from the song along with a line from the chorus that hits home with me. I'm going to write a poem along with the song to accompany it, kind of like an epilogue for the song. I hope you enjoy. The mixtape is in the working stages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Last Summer: Verse 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I left I told her I had the mind of an elephant...like, I'll never forget her&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'll be back in the nearest December&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Things'll be like old times, before I left back in August&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You'll always have my heart regardless...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;She told me "Saz, you gon' change on me"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I told her "never, I'll always be the same only...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;if you keep in touch with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;still fuck with me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and I promise we gon' re-up&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;and heat up...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;the world"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you're the girl of my dreams&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;but they say you forget your dreams 5 seconds after waking up.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;So was this past summer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;just a long slumber?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Am I doomed to forget what we had in the past&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;no looking back?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;or can I defy the stencil&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;you're essential for me to keep keeping&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'ma weakling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Without the memories of our lustful evenings&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Believe me, I ain't sure if it's without a choice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Could this...inevitability be up for debate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm such a mistake&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You fuckin' with a guy with a fickle mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well, not fickle...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;maybe secular&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;A man of the world&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;My memory lapse is gon' damage this girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;~"I'll never forget the last summer, that was the summer for us..."~&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-4583622097438433218?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4583622097438433218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-summer-verse-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/4583622097438433218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/4583622097438433218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-summer-verse-1.html' title='Last Summer: Verse 1'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-2632459136040462312</id><published>2010-11-01T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T22:01:43.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unreleased Saz.E Material</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hulkshare.com/n7r4biiem3x7"&gt;http://hulkshare.com/n7r4biiem3x7&lt;/a&gt; - "Instant Replay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hulkshare.com/bq8duf7f7je5"&gt;http://hulkshare.com/bq8duf7f7je5&lt;/a&gt; - "Popular Demand" 16 Bars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hulkshare.com/5fzy4ov9f6n8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://hulkshare.com/5fzy4ov9f6n8&lt;/a&gt; - "My Way Home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hulkshare.com/1vaqsmpiua9i"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://hulkshare.com/1vaqsmpiua9i"&gt;http://hulkshare.com/1vaqsmpiua9i&lt;/a&gt; - "Mo Money, Mo Murder"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hulkshare.com/2xp3cp33p867"&gt;http://hulkshare.com/2xp3cp33p867&lt;/a&gt; - "Inkredible"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="tbl1" cellpadding="3" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td nowrap="nowrap" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hulkshare.com/1vaqsmpiua9i"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-2632459136040462312?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2632459136040462312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2010/11/unreleased-saze-material.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/2632459136040462312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/2632459136040462312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2010/11/unreleased-saze-material.html' title='Unreleased Saz.E Material'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-4634759779654579477</id><published>2010-07-23T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:11:28.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Re-locating Will Allow Me a Fresh Slate"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.popartuk.com/g/l/lgpp31449+tony-montana-say-goodbye-to-the-bad-guy-al-pacino-scarface-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 368px;" src="http://www.popartuk.com/g/l/lgpp31449+tony-montana-say-goodbye-to-the-bad-guy-al-pacino-scarface-poster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Sometimes I actually reflect on my own lyrics. I think back to the moments when I wrote them and what I was feeling while writing. It's always interesting when new events happen that bring new light to lyrics I wrote months ago, making them relevant again, possibly even more relevant than ever before. "I would like to apologize...do every female I ever hurt/I didn't mean to be a jerk/and some say I need church" - Letter of Intent. These lyrics stand out to me now. [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sidebar&lt;/span&gt;-her last words to me were "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I shouldn't have texted you lately, I played myself, please don't text me&lt;/span&gt;"] When questions about my treatment of the women in my life come up and questions about my spirituality arise, the above stated lines play across my mind like messages on sports blimps.&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;I came up with a theory the other day, a philosophy [&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sidebar&lt;/span&gt;-I'll be majoring in the course this fall]. In an attempt to define what a "bad guy" is, or villain, jerk, etc. First, we must disregard the obvious, I.E. legal, societal precedents, those are always in play, but everything other than that is gray area. And this is where things get interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man will be considered a "bad" or "villainous" or a "whatever-adjective-meaning-bad-person" person when what he does does not fall in line with the accuser's own personal interest and motives."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       One can compare this to something along the lines of "one man's trash is another man's treasure".&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;The problem is that people must learn to remove themselves from the situation and look at it from almost a third party perspective, and see things for how concrete they are as well as from the other person's view point. It is only then that a rational decision and state of mood can be created.&lt;br /&gt;                      &lt;br /&gt;In a month's time I'll be long gone, forgotten by some, some will want to forget me, some will try to never forget me, but I will be out of sight. Distance will provide a "fresh slate" for me, and wash away what others will dub my "bad deeds" or "grimy actions". But distance will also provide time and mind for reflection, possibly thinking back and altering opinions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Always apologize for hurting someone's feelings, but only apologize for your actions if you mean it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                       Regardless of what lifestyle you lead, and actions you make, you WILL anger someone. So we must all prepare ourselves for enemies, opponents, and angry persons. Its a part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets make this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hip-hop&lt;/span&gt; thing happen bee-tee-dub. =] But um...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;..."I think I'll go to Boston...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I'll start a new life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- from the song "Boston" by Augustana&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-4634759779654579477?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4634759779654579477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2010/07/re-locating-will-allow-me-fresh-slate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/4634759779654579477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/4634759779654579477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2010/07/re-locating-will-allow-me-fresh-slate.html' title='&quot;Re-locating Will Allow Me a Fresh Slate&quot;'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-8028496253346929488</id><published>2010-05-09T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T09:12:54.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you, Mom. =]</title><content type='html'>It's Mother's Day. Yaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.funkymonkeywine.com/documents/Happy_Mothers_Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 304px;" src="http://www.funkymonkeywine.com/documents/Happy_Mothers_Day.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this Mother's Day I would like to thank my mother...for ruining my relationships with any women that I will ever come into contact with in my natural life. It is because of you that I walk into any relationship with the opposite sex automatically not trusting them. I want to trust you, ladies, but that's easier said than done.&lt;br /&gt;I also seldom take the words "I love you" seriously (Thanks to mommy dearest).  How honest are you really being when you say that shit to me. Oh, and mom, it's because of you that I feel nice guys will always finish last, he who bends over backwards to make his woman happy is doomed to failure and desertion. Nice guys get taken advantage of and left. This forces us to act accordingly. Thank you, mom for teaching me this lesson.&lt;br /&gt;I never shed tears for anyone, and I haven't in a long time. Thanks, mom for showing me that tears are worthless, they only expose your vulnerability. Back during those days when I cried for you to come back home and talk to me about whats going on and fucking be with your son...you didn't. You were able to listen on the other end of that phone line and listen to your youngest son cry and not respond how a real mother should.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, mom for ruining my family. Thank you, mom for aiding in the development of my now jaded, semi-cynical, and sometimes bitter, cold, and "heartless" personality. Thanks. You are truly a pillar of modern maternity....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-8028496253346929488?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8028496253346929488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-you-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/8028496253346929488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/8028496253346929488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2010/05/thank-you-mom.html' title='Thank you, Mom. =]'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-4703212452834221184</id><published>2010-03-30T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:54:22.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Pics From The Photo Shoot With A-Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/S7K4ea717zI/AAAAAAAAACs/iwnNnnr2stg/s1600/IMG_7552+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/S7K3Pq097_I/AAAAAAAAACU/izT13iDFQh8/s400/IMG_7318.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454623578521464818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-4703212452834221184?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4703212452834221184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-pics-from-photo-shoot-with-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/4703212452834221184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/4703212452834221184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2010/03/some-pics-from-photo-shoot-with-photos.html' title='Some Pics From The Photo Shoot With A-Photos'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/S7K4ea717zI/AAAAAAAAACs/iwnNnnr2stg/s72-c/IMG_7552+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-6915837793794341866</id><published>2010-03-21T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T19:42:14.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Season Finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_80/1156630029z6E6L0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_80/1156630029z6E6L0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always chose to think of my life as a sitcom. I find that it passes the days easier, and in a more entertaining manner.  If one looks at the basic framework of a sitcom, you of course have characters, they are essential. Now...if one follows television, you'll notice sometimes characters don't return for the next season. Whether or not they're killed off, or they just so happen to move to Seattle or something like that, they are no longer part of that main characters life or the show period. They'll get their own spin off somewhere. Lol. But since I look at my life in this manner, I have to understand that some characters feel the need to leave my show. They have bigger and better things they want to pursue. Perhaps they want to move to films, or a more promising network. Who am I, as the creator, director, and producer as well, to stop them from doing what they feel is "better"? Not my place at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can lay the facts out on the table, clearly in the contract, but if they don't want to sign for season 5 then you have to respect their decisions. Will it hurt the show's ratings? Only time will tell. Will the other cast and crew members recover well? Only time will tell. As the show's creator, I can only wish them and myself good luck and good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see the future. Sometimes shows have reunion specials...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-6915837793794341866?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6915837793794341866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2010/03/season-finale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/6915837793794341866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/6915837793794341866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2010/03/season-finale.html' title='The Season Finale'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-7744420215931895758</id><published>2010-02-01T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T13:16:36.921-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Made Microscope (Imperfections) - Saz.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.newcastle.nsw.gov.au/__data/assets/image/0007/60586/Breakdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 444px; height: 235px;" src="http://www.newcastle.nsw.gov.au/__data/assets/image/0007/60586/Breakdown.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Shit from Saz.E!! The track discusses insecurities and self-consciousness. Check it out. Recorded it at Phenom's stu'. Good shit, but yea, comment this post with your opinions. Feel free to download.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zshare.net/audio/7200637799d046d4/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.zshare.net/audio/7200637799d046d4/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-7744420215931895758?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7744420215931895758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2010/02/self-made-microscope-imperfections-saze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/7744420215931895758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/7744420215931895758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2010/02/self-made-microscope-imperfections-saze.html' title='Self-Made Microscope (Imperfections) - Saz.E'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-1547964018916789545</id><published>2010-01-23T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:33:36.049-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Heart's Not In It Vs. Necessary Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://esoriano.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/diamond1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 251px;" src="http://esoriano.files.wordpress.com/2007/05/diamond1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm constantly confused with everything. There are times where I don't want to do certain things but I think to myself "should I even bother doing it?" I'm not referring to things such as whether or not I should do math homework or shit of that nature, I know the obvious fruits of that, but more so music. I have moments where I really don't feel like writing, or recording, or even thinking about music period. So should I just say fuck it? I'm always told never do something if you're heart's not it in.&lt;br /&gt;But in theory, if one's heart is in it would they ever NOT have a desire to do the particular craft? This is where I am confused, people. Should Saz give up? But when I even flirt with the idea, I say "hell no" or "I need this music shit". So why would I be in modes where I don't want to fuck with the pen or pad? Should I just push through that shit to keep my skills sharp?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hAhA, A lot of questions, eh? But anyway, with all that said, I try to look at the diamond in terms of how I live my life. The diamond is one of the most beautiful gems on earth. The rocks in your earring, bracelet, necklace, etc, must be refined before they are top notch. They have to be sliced, diced, cut, roughly polished and everything before they are at they're best. Perhaps the same can be said for people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe niggas have to put themselves through them hard times to get better at what they do. Music is hard at times, I'm often sick of this shit, often thinking I'm not good enough to get on and all. Think about it, some niggas get on, but not ON like I plan to. Despite those thoughts, writers block, spouts of no-ambition, and so on and so forth. I'll keep it at it. Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-1547964018916789545?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1547964018916789545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-hearts-not-in-it-vs-necessary-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/1547964018916789545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/1547964018916789545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-hearts-not-in-it-vs-necessary-pain.html' title='Your Heart&apos;s Not In It Vs. Necessary Pain'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-5424729506414445691</id><published>2009-11-03T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T16:56:29.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Batteling My Own Ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fomitexfightgear.com/cat_head_imgs/boxing_gloves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 425px; height: 282px;" src="http://www.fomitexfightgear.com/cat_head_imgs/boxing_gloves.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Alright, many people have an ugly little thing called an ego, pride and such. Now...take that a step further, when you have a talent for something your ego gets elevated; you end up having spouts of cockiness, maybe not intentional but it happens. Now my thing is this, I've always tried to be humble as can be...but these past couple of days have had me really talking my shit. Lol. Not so much to other people, but to myself...if that makes sense. I'll write some shit that I'm thinking is hot and I'll pop up and proclaim it to my air space. I guess it's like a quiet cockiness.&lt;br /&gt;         But..many a time I've caught myself almost saying it aloud to people! That contradicts what I aim for. So why am I suddenly feeling this need to say I'm good? Even writing this I feel arrogant, but I'm not though, or am I? Nah, I can't be.  And in the event I was cocky how would I deflate that? Is that possible? Or would I just have to mask it? So many questions...so many ambiguous answers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-5424729506414445691?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5424729506414445691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/11/batteling-my-own-ego.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/5424729506414445691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/5424729506414445691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/11/batteling-my-own-ego.html' title='Batteling My Own Ego'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-8778480856176205219</id><published>2009-10-12T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T05:37:25.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College Anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ps161.com/dip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 480px; height: 472px;" src="http://www.ps161.com/dip.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm seldom ever the one to give off the vibe of stress, concern or insecurity but I can't lie to ya'll or myself; this college shit has me a little nervous. For one I've been slacking my ass off in terms of filling out apps, getting letters of recommendations and doing the damn essays. That's one issue, on top of that I'm a little apprehensive towards my chances of getting into the schools on my list.&lt;br /&gt;                                                For Christ's sake, they're ALL TOP SCHOOLS&lt;br /&gt;I mean...I have some good stuff that backs and beefs up my Apps but there's still that feeling of "maybe I'm not good enough" I've beaten tough odds before but this is a whole nother beast, you feel me? I'm usually a confident chap but this shit got ME doubting MYSELF. I'm use to others doubtin' me, this is new. Hell, I almost forgot about this second shot at the SATs on the 7th of Nov.         I guess all I can do is hit that submit button and hope for the best...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-8778480856176205219?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8778480856176205219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/10/college-anxiety.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/8778480856176205219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/8778480856176205219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/10/college-anxiety.html' title='College Anxiety'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-4643149510772685511</id><published>2009-09-03T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T19:17:59.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.tioh.hqda.pentagon.mil/JROTC_Graphics/NJ/FranklinHSJROTCSSI_NJ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 281px;" src="http://www.tioh.hqda.pentagon.mil/JROTC_Graphics/NJ/FranklinHSJROTCSSI_NJ.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like it's going to be another school year full of emotional ups and downs. Much like my relation to romance, school provides a bit of an emotional roller coaster (for lack of a less cliche term). It seems like environment and the people your surrounded by plunges you into several different modes of thought and emotional manifestation. Or is it just me? Even while composing this I'm feeling like I can't justly express what I'm truly feeling. I'm usually good with words but when it comes to this...I'm having some trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever, first day of school done. Day 2, where you at?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-4643149510772685511?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4643149510772685511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-day-of-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/4643149510772685511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/4643149510772685511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-day-of-school.html' title='1st Day of School'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-3594194147366425356</id><published>2009-08-12T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T11:59:59.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Little Black Boxx Update</title><content type='html'>Mannn....things are really moving on this tape. So far I've got like 9 or so tracks that I am legit happy with. It can be stressful at times but I'm looking forward to the tape coming. In addition to my work on that, I'm doing some tracks with my guys and shit. Some shit for Yung Ty, dropped a freestyle with S.G Yung and Ty. Just enjoying the studio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-3594194147366425356?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3594194147366425356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-black-boxx-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/3594194147366425356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/3594194147366425356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/08/little-black-boxx-update.html' title='The Little Black Boxx Update'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-6890350474839772152</id><published>2009-07-31T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T18:00:33.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Saz.E Presents...The Little Black Boxx"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc235/hooddabeast/ilovehiphop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 336px;" src="http://i218.photobucket.com/albums/cc235/hooddabeast/ilovehiphop.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           For those of you that do not know, I'm working on a mixtape titled "Saz.E Presents...The Little Black Boxx". It's hosted by DJ FreeEz. I'm hoping to start work on it once I get back to Jersey. And ACTUALLY finish it. I'll hit up Hogwartz and hopefully do my thing. Right now I'm sitting on a 17 track tape. I got J-Skillz on there, Lil' Z, Yung Na, Crisis, FreeEz may drop a verse, Chaz Phenom is on there. And....that's where we are right now in terms of features. Part of me wants to throw some kind of girl on there, but I don't know in what capacity. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;            Anyway, I got a good selection of beats on it. I broke it down into chapters. The first chapter is me just getting my rapping on, demonstrating where the skills is at. Chapter two has me talking about women/relationships/and socializing. This is the more conceptual portion of the "boxx". Chapter three is short, just me flowing over some old school beats (got a song about Franklin on there. =]) And the last chapter is me offering more introspective thoughts, and deeper thoughts on whatever else. It appears to be the deeper sect of the "boxx"&lt;br /&gt;                      I'm still thinking whether or not to throw some of my more known joints on there (Brunette Devil and Mad Man's Dream). Ain't sure. But...yea, look out for it, hopefull I pull through. I'll keep ya'll posted on whatever. IIght. Bye-bye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Saz~~~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-6890350474839772152?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6890350474839772152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/saze-presentsthe-little-black-boxx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/6890350474839772152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/6890350474839772152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/saze-presentsthe-little-black-boxx.html' title='&quot;Saz.E Presents...The Little Black Boxx&quot;'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-2163587721045670529</id><published>2009-07-29T18:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T17:25:26.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Music.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://evertb.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/t-shirt-i-dont-care-785391.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 262px;" src="http://evertb.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/t-shirt-i-dont-care-785391.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Cut, dry and simple: Not everybody cares about it like I do. Especially my music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;      I guess I always had some kind of warped notion that most people close to me harbored a certain level of care and concern for my craft, but I'm wrong, you know? I have this annoying little habit of calling people up and saying "I got new raps, want to hear them?" As if they REALLY give a fuck. They say "yea" or whatever, I rap, they say something along the lines of "good one" or "nice" things of that nature but I'm slowly learning...it's likely that more often than not they probably don't care.&lt;br /&gt; So  why the fuck do I call? Like, I'm being somewhat selfish to waist these people's time, right? I guess it gives me opportunity to practice and slowly memorize the verses. But maybe my ego makes me call as well. Maybe subconsciously I'm calling because I want to hear something along the lines of "wow, that was amazing" or "you ARE the next big thing". That'd be egotistic though, so I can't be aware of that. But we can address my alleged ego in a different session.&lt;br /&gt; So bottom line, I'm only going to call and rap to some folks because really.....most niggas don't give a fuck about anything I do rap wise, nothing will matter until I'm on and shit, I guess. For obvious reasons. THIS IS NOT A SHOT AT ANYONE!! I'm just speaking my peace. It ain't ya'll fault, it's mine, I had the wrong idea is all. Peace!&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/1124571397129654261-2163587721045670529?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/2163587721045670529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/music.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/2163587721045670529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/2163587721045670529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/music.html' title='Music.'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-5804033039267670417</id><published>2009-07-27T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T10:44:38.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Performance at Sander's Theatre</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6imvetbJwOY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6imvetbJwOY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&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/1124571397129654261-5804033039267670417?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5804033039267670417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/performance-at-sanders-theatre.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/5804033039267670417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/5804033039267670417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/performance-at-sanders-theatre.html' title='Performance at Sander&apos;s Theatre'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-5435886292359028857</id><published>2009-07-19T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T19:35:51.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2273/2212544934_c26f4f6349.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 173px; height: 208px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2273/2212544934_c26f4f6349.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was bummed out on some shit. I had to take a nap and everything. Sucks when you're down and you feel like there's no immediate thing you can do to revert it. Y'all might think of me as a big baby and shit but...my music got me down today. I was slouched in my chair looking at the door like... "am I EVER going to blow&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;" I start thinking about the little shit, like...choruses, hooks, and vocal presentation. It drives me mad! Then I start thinking about what beats I like. Do I even know&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; and if so will other's like 'em&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Should I even care about what other's think&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; Logically I should, since they would be the one's buying my shit. But then you don't want to cross that fine line between &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;versatiliy&lt;/span&gt; and conformity, between being well rounded and sacrificing &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;artistic integrity&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrestled with these thoughts for a good half hour, and then eventually it exhausted me to the point where I said "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fuck it&lt;/span&gt;, I'ma go lie down". I was lieing there looking at the cieling and just slipping deeper and deeper into "&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;madness&lt;/span&gt;" due to my thoughts and thoughts of my thoughts. I felt heavy till eventually...I fell asleep. I woke up still bummed out till I ate something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came back to the room like.."Fuck what I was thinking earlier, let me not worry about all that right now, let me just concentrate on &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;trying my best&lt;/span&gt;, I'm alright" I felt good and shit, but occasionally...them feelings come up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         Don't sue me for having musical &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;insecurities&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-5435886292359028857?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5435886292359028857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/musical-depression.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/5435886292359028857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/5435886292359028857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/musical-depression.html' title='Musical Depression'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-474420029636269502</id><published>2009-07-17T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T18:06:06.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So...I am nuts. =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.clipartguide.com/_named_clipart_images/0511-0809-0313-1607_Crazy_Man_Wearing_a_Straight_Jacket_clipart_image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 350px;" src="http://www.clipartguide.com/_named_clipart_images/0511-0809-0313-1607_Crazy_Man_Wearing_a_Straight_Jacket_clipart_image.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt; thinks I'm a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lunatic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. She thinks I have multiple personalities. I think she's right, actually. Lol. It's like I have multiple characters sharing a  home in my one brain and they sometimes make their appearance in a tourettes-like fashion.&lt;br /&gt;          For starters!: there's the overtly ignorant thug, there's the really flamboyantly gay guy, there's the adolescent teenage girl and there's the silently aggressive psychopath, just to name a few, and supplemented Joker impersonations follow suit.&lt;br /&gt;        So, I ask myself if I have control over this. I'm often asked to stop but it seems like I can't. It scares me a little bit, now that I think about it...&lt;br /&gt;Am I ok? Oh well! Being a weird ass, multi-personalitied person is what makes me me. =] Irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-474420029636269502?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/474420029636269502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/soi-am-nuts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/474420029636269502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/474420029636269502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/soi-am-nuts.html' title='So...I am nuts. =]'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-1582486715115908627</id><published>2009-07-12T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:29:05.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So-called relationships =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v998/139/26/683346920/n683346920_1566397_4512.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 457px; height: 343px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v998/139/26/683346920/n683346920_1566397_4512.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can one judge a so-called "good" or "strong" relationship. Some people base it purely off of the numbers. That doesn't necessarily prove anything. Two people can stay together&lt;br /&gt;                       despite hating each other. Correct? I think it's a combination. That couple that argues one minute but gets right back to boo loving?  They shows relationship strength. Me and my girl fight from time to time, often over dumb shit, but within a few hours things are all good again. I love this. It gives me a certain feeling of confidence in us. We been going at it for about 9 months now and...it still seems like things are mad fresh. There are never any stale moments between us.&lt;br /&gt;                     On some real shit, it seems too...fanciful to be happening. It's because of this apparent bliss I can say our relationship is a good one. And because of our "fight-makeup" capabilities I dub us a strong couple as well. So what more could you ask for? I'm not writing this to be all mushy or some shit, I'm just throwing out some real thoughts. I feel like she holds me&lt;br /&gt;                                                                            down. (Positive thing. Lol.)&lt;br /&gt;         My relationships that have been "successful" to some degree all had one common thread. I felt as if I had a real home base within the girl, I could go to bed sure that my significant other was out there in her crib harboring deep love for me. With Miss J. I get that and then some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She    often questions if I'm in love with her. It's understandable, I guess, because it's a term so loosely thrown around now a days. My thing is this, the feeling of "being in love" is exactly what it is, a feeling. I can't describe it to you, baby. I just feel it. If I'm not believed it's cool, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;                           Iight, I'ma leave it riiiiiiight...there. =]&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                              ~Saz.E~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-1582486715115908627?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1582486715115908627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-called-relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/1582486715115908627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/1582486715115908627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/so-called-relationships.html' title='So-called relationships =]'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-1265420086471750893</id><published>2009-07-08T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T14:22:06.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I Had an Album Coming. Lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/SlUNjt4JnvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lhX_vDQKJXQ/s1600-h/Saz.E+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 312px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/SlUNjt4JnvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lhX_vDQKJXQ/s400/Saz.E+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356202239088762610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If all goes well and my first album is titled Underneath the (insert color) Umbrella wouldn't this be perfect promo for it?! Lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-1265420086471750893?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1265420086471750893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-i-had-album-coming-lol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/1265420086471750893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/1265420086471750893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-wish-i-had-album-coming-lol.html' title='I Wish I Had an Album Coming. Lol'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/SlUNjt4JnvI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lhX_vDQKJXQ/s72-c/Saz.E+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-6168421830833889759</id><published>2009-07-08T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T10:16:23.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvard Experience Day 3:</title><content type='html'>Just some videos from my open mic performance. =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OWoYgJNf3PI&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OWoYgJNf3PI&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" 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/puJf025MvTA&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/puJf025MvTA&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;feature=player_profilepage&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&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/1124571397129654261-6168421830833889759?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6168421830833889759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/harvard-experience-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/6168421830833889759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/6168421830833889759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/harvard-experience-day-3.html' title='Harvard Experience Day 3:'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-5395851749747846623</id><published>2009-07-04T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T22:08:47.391-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gestalt-institute.com/i/fun_good-evil.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 157px;" src="http://www.gestalt-institute.com/i/fun_good-evil.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel good... =]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-5395851749747846623?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/5395851749747846623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/5395851749747846623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/5395851749747846623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/good.html' title='Good'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-4960210611452825785</id><published>2009-07-01T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T15:28:12.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aspirations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.insidesocal.com/outinhollywood/,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,grammys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 207px;" src="http://www.insidesocal.com/outinhollywood/,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,grammys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             Sometimes I kick back and listen to instrumentals and start spittin some shit to 'em. Then I take a break from being Saz.E rapping Saz.E's lyrics, and re-become Osa listening to Saz.E's lyrics. I think I'm a talented guy or whatever when it comes to that whole..."I write and perform lyrics" shit, I'm pretty damn good. So..then I start thinking again, how exactly can I let the world in on my abilities? How can I make something of all this, all these lyrics, all these schemes?&lt;br /&gt;            The thing is...I don't even know. It seems that there's no sure fire method of becoming "poppin'". You know? There's no formula to follow. I look around and see all these young guys doing there thing, Drake and the XXL class of '09 and shit and I want that. I want the covers, the features on people's songs, the google results, the legio&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://recessinreallife.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/billboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 243px; height: 195px;" src="http://recessinreallife.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/billboard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ns of fans. I want that  status. I want to transcend just rap shit, I want multiple genre lovers to love me.&lt;br /&gt;           Let me get the grammys, let me get the number one sales opening week, let me get all that and more. But most importantly...I want to keep my integrity over the course of gaining all that. So...let Saz.E pop. I started working out a master plan with my good friend, and...I want to actually write it down and shit. So umm....I've got some years before I die. I shall try my best. Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-4960210611452825785?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4960210611452825785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/aspirations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/4960210611452825785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/4960210611452825785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/07/aspirations.html' title='Aspirations'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-7563027550667290008</id><published>2009-06-27T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T21:33:51.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Underneath the Red Umbrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/SkbylQVwO3I/AAAAAAAAABU/huibGbxW-v0/s1600-h/Underneath+the+red+Umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/SkbylQVwO3I/AAAAAAAAABU/huibGbxW-v0/s400/Underneath+the+red+Umbrella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352231929031703410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/SkbyElJPmBI/AAAAAAAAABM/VUcKyLnRtM8/s1600-h/Underneath+the+red+Umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-7563027550667290008?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7563027550667290008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/underneath-red-umbrella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/7563027550667290008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/7563027550667290008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/underneath-red-umbrella.html' title='Underneath the Red Umbrella'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/SkbylQVwO3I/AAAAAAAAABU/huibGbxW-v0/s72-c/Underneath+the+red+Umbrella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-6236628244763054507</id><published>2009-06-27T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T16:08:07.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We title it..."George Clooney"- Skillz &amp; Saz.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/statusainthood/Gorillaz_group.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 300px;" src="http://blogs.villagevoice.com/statusainthood/Gorillaz_group.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my guy, Skillz doing our thing on this old Gorillaz beats. This is...last summer shit? Yea! Last summer. Enjoy. He starts it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/0mUfMRp0tF/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/0mUfMRp0tF/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=0mUfMRp0tF" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=0mUfMRp0tF" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=0mUfMRp0tF" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=0mUfMRp0tF" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/0mUfMRp0tF/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/sazemusic/music/CxMUcO4J/ftd-george-clooneymp3/"&gt;George Clooney.mp3 - FTD&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-6236628244763054507?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/6236628244763054507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/clint-eastwood-skillz-saze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/6236628244763054507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/6236628244763054507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/clint-eastwood-skillz-saze.html' title='We title it...&quot;George Clooney&quot;- Skillz &amp; Saz.E'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-9194269725266904889</id><published>2009-06-26T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T19:12:21.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreak</title><content type='html'>I was recently asked why I seem to love writing about heartbreak,&lt;br /&gt;                                              and failed relationships.&lt;br /&gt;                 The weird thing is...I don't know. Thoughts on the topic just often hit my brain up and I     jot down the thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;                   I often like to write to give people things to relate to. One issue I see a lot of in my&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                 surroundings&lt;br /&gt;                                        is failing of relationshps. I'm an outlet. But, yes. It is a complex&lt;br /&gt;           question because my relationship is great. I don't know.... I wish I could&lt;br /&gt;                              ask myself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-9194269725266904889?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/9194269725266904889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/heartbreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/9194269725266904889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/9194269725266904889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/heartbreak.html' title='Heartbreak'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-4895808922257121811</id><published>2009-06-26T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T17:30:44.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Star" by Saz.E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.logotutorials.com/tutorials/blue-star/image011.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 278px;" src="http://www.logotutorials.com/tutorials/blue-star/image011.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww, I was so young. =] Early '08 shit. It's me doin' what I do on The Root's Star. I appologize for letting the beat ride out for like 2 minutes. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 300px;"&gt;&lt;object height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/xCWTKibVzD"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/xCWTKibVzD" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="110" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 1px; background-color: rgb(230, 230, 230);"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 4px 4px 0pt 0pt; float: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form method="post" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" style="margin: 0pt; padding: 0pt;"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox" type="text"&gt;&lt;input value="Search" style="font-size: 12px;" type="submit"&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 3px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=xCWTKibVzD" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=xCWTKibVzD" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=xCWTKibVzD" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=xCWTKibVzD" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/xCWTKibVzD/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/sazemusic/music/urTYhnT7/saz-starmp3/"&gt;Star.mp3 - Saz.É&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-4895808922257121811?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4895808922257121811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/star-by-saze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/4895808922257121811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/4895808922257121811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/star-by-saze.html' title='&quot;Star&quot; by Saz.E'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-4384626532873753529</id><published>2009-06-26T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:53:37.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollywood Divorce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tobkes.othellomaster.com/images/blue_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 244px;" src="http://tobkes.othellomaster.com/images/blue_heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wrote this shit when I was in the library. For some strange reason I began to think that I'll lose my...gift if I let all this reading and shit cloud my brain. Lol. So...while I was listening to "Hollywood Divorce" by Outkast I took it upon myself to write to the beat, just to keep me on my toes. =] Enjoy)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;                                                          &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Hollywood Divorce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;I used to love her...she used to share the same the same thoughts&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;Don't know what happened...but pain became the main course...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                  ...at love's dinning room table&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;I'm able...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                  ...to say it wasn't all bad, at least all the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                    And you painted me out to be the borderline...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;worst person in the world, which is horrifyin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                    Well..ok...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                I guess that ain't completely the opposite of true&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;but if the topic isn't you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                ...you'd flip out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                   you want to be the center of the universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;               you'd turn bitch if I ever put the music first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                  But honey this is my life style&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;You don't want to fit inside my life style&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                 &lt;br /&gt;so I'm like "wow"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;Time to bow...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                &lt;br /&gt;..out off the stage and the crowd want they money back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;well, I kind of want my honey back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                 the girl I met three years ago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;              &lt;br /&gt;here's a one way ticket out my life, here ya go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                 Then you start screamin', yellin' in public&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;               Saying I'm no longer the man you fell in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                 Saying you can find much better than me so fuck this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;               Saying every time we touched you felt nothin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                Well, I guess the end of us could be a good thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;               and this chapter closin' on my love life could bring&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                                some time to myself...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;...to figure out what I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                              I won't front&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;              I don't even know.&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/1124571397129654261-4384626532873753529?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/4384626532873753529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/hollywood-divorce.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/4384626532873753529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/4384626532873753529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/hollywood-divorce.html' title='Hollywood Divorce'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-7955252387221294067</id><published>2009-06-25T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:16:19.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvard Experience: Day 2</title><content type='html'>Sooo...today was my second day of class. But....it was bigger than that. Today was my first day commuting on the train/subway line. As I predicted...the boy got lost. lol. I waisted money on tickets and shit. I'll be good next week though. I got into Harvard sqare around 8:30. I hit up the starbucks and checked out the book store. Oh! Open mic next tuesday..I'm in there. =] I went to the library and...it's one of the most beautiful buildings I've ever been in. Saucey as fuck! I would have taken pics but...the sign said no pics allowed. I went to class and class was cool as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a task for you. Define what a chair is.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I got lost after class too on the train/subway line again. FML. I'll be cool though. It actually didn't rain in Boston today. The sun brightened my day =] Oh! and I wrote two brand new verses while in the library....just trying to keep Saz.E's skills sharp! IIght, check back in later. Deauces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-7955252387221294067?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/7955252387221294067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/harvard-experience-day-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/7955252387221294067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/7955252387221294067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/harvard-experience-day-3.html' title='Harvard Experience: Day 2'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-8140586951977762836</id><published>2009-06-23T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T19:02:47.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harvard Experience: Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2332/2205927533_0f6c6c5ff9.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 252px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2332/2205927533_0f6c6c5ff9.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo....today I had my first day of philosophy at Harvard University, I'm in the summer program and all. It was cool, my professor is Aundreas Teuber . We discussed the "trolley problem" (I'll explain below) today. and we also learned about the principle of double effect: if something is a bi-product of an intended action than it can be justified. Wow...this is all just the tip of the iceberg. Let's get it poppin!&lt;br /&gt;Class was like 3 hours, I got lost on my way there. lol. Harvard is like one small town. Ahhh, there's so much opportunity here, I need to find time to take pics. Two things I'm worried about: taking the train and finding a good barbershop. lol. Oh yea, I hope all this work (AP Lit, Drama, and Harvard) don't kill me. =] I miss Jersey though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trolly Problem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the driver of a trolly (train type shit) and your breaks fail. There are 5 workers on the track, the walls are too high for them to escape. There is one worker on the safety track to the right, this track can be accessed by pulling a lever. Do you let the trolly kill the 5 workers, or pull the lever and kill the one worker on the safety track? There's multiple varriants on this scenario.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-8140586951977762836?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/8140586951977762836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/harvard-experience-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/8140586951977762836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/8140586951977762836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/harvard-experience-day-1.html' title='Harvard 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type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.townnews.com/nctimes.com/content/articles/2007/03/25/news/coastal/carlsbad/22_16_053_24_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 464px; height: 400px;" src="http://images.townnews.com/nctimes.com/content/articles/2007/03/25/news/coastal/carlsbad/22_16_053_24_07.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, the school day is about to start and shit. Honestly I'm really over this year. Junior year was tough and all but productive. Let's get this Harvard summer right. Any way, school is a lot more than education. I spend a lot of time people watching, observing and shit. So... the thing I don't quite get is why shit is the way it is. Why is it the girls ONLY flock to the so-called fly niggas as opposed to chaps with bright futures? Why do dudes only aim for the girls with the assets, and let this be known....yet mami's still want to rock with them. Lol. I wish I could see what makes them tick, read they mind and shit but....I can't. I have more thoughts on all this but um...I can't remember them all at this time. Haha. But yea, I'll check back in.&lt;br /&gt;~Saz.E~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-3435809131067032145?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/3435809131067032145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-day-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/3435809131067032145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/3435809131067032145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-day-1.html' title='School Day-1'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1124571397129654261.post-1627153571134860460</id><published>2009-06-01T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T09:18:01.478-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introduction'/><title type='text'>The Start Up =]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/SiR1-I845NI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BcBmRGSW9wg/s1600-h/4248_87761571427_43640356427_2223911_7174245_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/SiR1-I845NI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BcBmRGSW9wg/s400/4248_87761571427_43640356427_2223911_7174245_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342524768383460562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So umm...in this new internet age, I decided to start a blog myself. Hello, folks. The name is Saz.E.Any way. I'm an artists, aspiring at least. I just need a chance. You feel me? It's hard because EVERYBODY raps now. Lol. Oh well. I like my odds, so..it's what ever, pay attention!! I'll keep you posted and all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1124571397129654261-1627153571134860460?l=thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/feeds/1627153571134860460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/start-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/1627153571134860460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1124571397129654261/posts/default/1627153571134860460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelittleblackboxx.blogspot.com/2009/06/start-up.html' title='The Start Up =]'/><author><name>Saz.E</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14891565000126537816</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/TP5kvjGFJBI/AAAAAAAAADo/iLezG4bhyEw/S220/23602_379493616427_43640356427_4219774_926367_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_njyroBMG2j0/SiR1-I845NI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BcBmRGSW9wg/s72-c/4248_87761571427_43640356427_2223911_7174245_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
