<?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-9130007910472741226</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:15:14.009-07:00</updated><category term='Unpredictable'/><title type='text'>Early-Late-Night</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>undercover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08706581766286895963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130007910472741226.post-1477596435493273788</id><published>2008-05-22T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T11:19:11.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine-Five</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Opportunities&lt;/span&gt; that aren't appealing always loom at our doorsteps, but opportunities that we really want, are just a couple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;unattainable&lt;/span&gt; steps away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we denied the opportunities that didn't reek personal benefit, then wouldn't we be opening the door to another's dream?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One could say, "In today's world all opportunities are welcome. We need to embrace anything that is brought our way, and we shall never turn our back on a job, position, or otherwise." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or one could stubbornly rant, "How about the economy? Selfishness drives a fastidious community."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Mr. So and So, if the boxcar and caboose dislodge, the caboose will remain stagnant. We all need each other, and I am not claiming that i will do this alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130007910472741226-1477596435493273788?l=underforcover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/feeds/1477596435493273788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130007910472741226&amp;postID=1477596435493273788' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/1477596435493273788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/1477596435493273788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/2008/05/nine-five.html' title='Nine-Five'/><author><name>undercover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08706581766286895963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130007910472741226.post-2724306233410419997</id><published>2008-05-08T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:19:28.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soon</title><content type='html'>I will be back soon...&lt;br /&gt;Busy moving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130007910472741226-2724306233410419997?l=underforcover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/feeds/2724306233410419997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130007910472741226&amp;postID=2724306233410419997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/2724306233410419997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/2724306233410419997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/2008/05/soon.html' title='Soon'/><author><name>undercover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08706581766286895963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130007910472741226.post-7573398767883712783</id><published>2008-04-29T18:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T18:16:43.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodhello</title><content type='html'>On the road again..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130007910472741226-7573398767883712783?l=underforcover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/feeds/7573398767883712783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130007910472741226&amp;postID=7573398767883712783' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/7573398767883712783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/7573398767883712783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodhello.html' title='Goodhello'/><author><name>undercover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08706581766286895963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130007910472741226.post-296811474773113692</id><published>2008-04-28T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:51:17.398-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Following the I</title><content type='html'>Moving on to better things, I need to look back and recognize those who've brought me to this point. They are a sound-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wave's&lt;/span&gt; length away, but I still cannot face my goodbye. I have always loved the idea of getting up and leaving. I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;The idea of adventure makes my heart soar, but the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rebel's&lt;/span&gt; yell makes me tremble. Everyone loves a little bit of the wild life, but it gets old fast, especially when you watch those you once loved die into substance. So when you meet new people that have nothing unique to set them apart, you have no outstanding relationship, it is so easy to leave. And others, you know they aren't good for your life, so you must leave..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130007910472741226-296811474773113692?l=underforcover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/feeds/296811474773113692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130007910472741226&amp;postID=296811474773113692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/296811474773113692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/296811474773113692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/2008/04/following-i.html' title='Following the I'/><author><name>undercover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08706581766286895963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130007910472741226.post-5222118670505971126</id><published>2008-04-27T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T19:20:25.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agriculture or Agriscience?</title><content type='html'>Just a note..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids now-a-days have huge feet, monstrous feet: Feet are big enough to sled down the alpines, ski through the pacific, and take several yards of material to make a set of shoes. Young boys are six feet tall -on a bad day. Girls are developing at ages where they should be playing with barbies and learning multiplication. Where is this coming from? Cows? Chickens? Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal byproducts constantly create headlines. In a world where what we have is not enough, and what we could have is too difficult to get, what is easier than altering with a tidbit of science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a scientifically constructed shot of rBGH (hormones) milk production is increased by ten percent. This added hormone also increases udder infections by twenty-five percent. How do you think the stored pus and infection leaves the cow? Each year, the average milk drinker consumes a gallon of pus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130007910472741226-5222118670505971126?l=underforcover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/feeds/5222118670505971126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130007910472741226&amp;postID=5222118670505971126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/5222118670505971126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/5222118670505971126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/2008/04/monster-feet.html' title='Agriculture or Agriscience?'/><author><name>undercover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08706581766286895963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130007910472741226.post-6190369179739335938</id><published>2008-04-26T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T20:30:43.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Appreciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yearning to be unique,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dying to be heard,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;write:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;until hitting a nerve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An itch I can scratch, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;with the right tools.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I require your eyes,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I desire your soul..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indian Sex trade -My passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;12,000+&lt;/em&gt; underage girls are sold &lt;em&gt;unwillingly&lt;/em&gt; by their &lt;em&gt;families&lt;/em&gt; each &lt;em&gt;year&lt;/em&gt; into the Indian brothels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wait, it gets worse..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130007910472741226-6190369179739335938?l=underforcover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/feeds/6190369179739335938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130007910472741226&amp;postID=6190369179739335938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/6190369179739335938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/6190369179739335938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/2008/04/appreciation.html' title='Appreciation'/><author><name>undercover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08706581766286895963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130007910472741226.post-8132375809201587939</id><published>2008-04-25T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T20:32:03.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nicest Girl in the World</title><content type='html'>Witnessing the cruelty in everyone she met, she urged to be different. Determined that she did not want to be like &lt;em&gt;them&lt;/em&gt;, she became The Nicest Girl in the World.&lt;br /&gt;So she started out accepting everyone, striving to be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; friend. The line grew blurry when deciphering whether to shelter her friends from verbal harm, or to remain neutral and clean up later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In any situation, the best situation is to be neutral: To not ever make your point clear, but to follow along, and hope that the result will be in your favor. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If one did make their point clear, they would hit a dead-end. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;No one&lt;/span&gt; can ever win, compromise -as fair as it may be- does not get anywhere, both sides are always &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;disappointed&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She carried her indecisive, reserved nature into her relationships. The men took advantage. Reaching into her heart, and tugging on the strings like a marionette, they stole a piece. The older men treated her like a child, shunning her for her fewer years, and patronizing her with lies of "I am not like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Men are said to be less affectionate, less love abiding, less level-headed. Is this true? Do men really lack the love genes? Or are the women booming with bouncing hormones?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will be the old, single, cat-lady." Have we not all heard this? From the woman that has dated every man in New York City? Or the quiet, non-dating woman -that already has a few cat &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;adorned&lt;/span&gt; sweaters? But how about The Nicest girl in the world, with the beautiful Italian smile, and gorgeous, fair nature?&lt;br /&gt;Why would she ever be the old, single, cat-lady? Isn't her title enough to suit any charmer..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130007910472741226-8132375809201587939?l=underforcover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/feeds/8132375809201587939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130007910472741226&amp;postID=8132375809201587939' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/8132375809201587939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/8132375809201587939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/2008/04/witnessing-cruelty-in-everyone-she-met.html' title='The Nicest Girl in the World'/><author><name>undercover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08706581766286895963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130007910472741226.post-4083314617455179640</id><published>2008-04-24T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T18:36:57.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Until Later</title><content type='html'>Throwing out&lt;br /&gt;my life.&lt;br /&gt;But I don't need it any longer,&lt;br /&gt;I am moving on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130007910472741226-4083314617455179640?l=underforcover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/feeds/4083314617455179640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130007910472741226&amp;postID=4083314617455179640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/4083314617455179640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/4083314617455179640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/2008/04/until-later.html' title='Until Later'/><author><name>undercover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08706581766286895963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9130007910472741226.post-3080289524153172728</id><published>2008-04-23T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:08:35.970-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unpredictable'/><title type='text'>Pulling on my brain much too tightly</title><content type='html'>Today I did something different: I created a curly masterpiece of hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am moving in five days. Back to home, back to love, back to where I do not need to fear for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I fear for what is to come. Will I be all that I want to be? Will I be proud of not only my accomplishments, but myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to post my last two years. Let you see a time where my life was unpredictable, inspiring. A time where I was fearless, heroic rather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as we grow up, we lose our Peter Pan or Wendy. We are now the lost-adults.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so hard to write when you live your life so normally, when you forget the mystery of the night, and love the relaxation of doing nothing. Writing needs a bit of the rebellious life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a persona..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9130007910472741226-3080289524153172728?l=underforcover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/feeds/3080289524153172728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9130007910472741226&amp;postID=3080289524153172728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/3080289524153172728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9130007910472741226/posts/default/3080289524153172728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://underforcover.blogspot.com/2008/04/pulling-on-my-brain-much-too-tightly.html' title='Pulling on my brain much too tightly'/><author><name>undercover</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08706581766286895963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
