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                    <title>TIGblogs - Samuel's TIGBlog</title> 
                    <link>http://knubercyke.tigblog.org/</link> 
                    <description>What's on the minds of young leaders from around the globe?</description> 
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                    <title>Invovled Uninvolvement</title> 
                    <link>http://knubercyke.tigblog.org/post/521385</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[I woke up this morning and it dawned on me that i have become mediocre about the issues that i used to be passionate about, I have spent the last 2 years focusing on my studies and i finally finish in December but when i do finish what would i have accomplished. Yes I will be more qualified with another degree under my belt but its almost useless if you have a degree or as in my case degrees and you are not using it to benefit the world. About 12 years ago i made a commitment to work tirelessly to improve the world i live in, the last two years have been disappointing. But its not over, I will get back into the game right now! how? I don't know but i am pretty sure something is going to come knocking at my door very soon.<br />
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					<pubDate>Sat, 08 Nov 2008 05:28:00 EST</pubDate> 
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                    <title>My Beast</title> 
                    <link>http://knubercyke.tigblog.org/post/520655</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[I have a beast inside me....no no no.... i'm not possessed or anything. Its the beast called Hunger. But not hunger as you know it. This Hunger is a deep desire, a desire to be a part of something great a desire to make a difference and make an impact in my world today. I am fed up of waiting for the appointed time, My hunger pangs must disappear right now! I want to get involved, I want to inspire someone, i want to be informed<br />
YES<br />
I WANT TO TAKE IT GLOBAL!<br />
<br />
:)]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Fri, 07 Nov 2008 12:01:00 EST</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Time changes yesterday</title> 
                    <link>http://knubercyke.tigblog.org/post/519963</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[Yesterday...<br />
yesterday there was much to think about<br />
The world was without shape<br />
Void of peace<br />
and those who prospered were chosen by the elite<br />
<br />
Yesterday holds the pains and sufferings of the generations<br />
it holds the mindless ramblings of dictators and false priests alike<br />
Yesterday is nothing but a worthless stone in my bag of diamonds<br />
<br />
But weird as it seems I am happy for yesterday<br />
Because yesterday plotted the cause for today<br />
without yesterday<br />
there is no past to rely on for those strengthening experiences<br />
Yes...Yesterday is the mother of experience<br />
albeit it being the last comb for the head when there is no hair<br />
<br />
Time is the passage upon which yesterday strolls<br />
no matter how fast or slow she walks<br />
Today is a reality<br />
<br />
Time changes yesterday<br />
and gives us the present of Today<br />
<br />
<br />
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					<pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 16:40:00 EST</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Determination</title> 
                    <link>http://knubercyke.tigblog.org/post/356307</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[Its something that i have to reborn in my life everyday,<br />
this thing that drives me to the extreme <br />
to accomplish what needs accomplishment<br />
But sometimes, my determination may be the source of my downfall<br />
determination often causes one to be Myopic, o see things only in the light of the moment<br />
that moment you are striving so hard to reach<br />
its like focusing on perfecting one pixel in a huge picture<br />
trying to master the intricacies of a single small brush stroke as opposed to the beauty of the picture<br />
Determination is a struggle for perfection<br />
in a world that promises nothing but organised chaos<br />
for example a man is determined to succeed at all costs while another is determined to prevent the first guy from succeeding at all costs...cancelling out each other.<br />
<br />
These are not just aimless ramblings <br />
This is true<br />
Look around you at the conspiracy of determination<br />
as you strive to succeed there are always agents whose focus is on nothing but your downfall<br />
your undoing.<br />
So should i stop here?<br />
Should determination end?<br />
<br />
No...<br />
<br />
This is where it begins!]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Fri, 11 Apr 2008 09:15:00 EDT</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Annoying Response</title> 
                    <link>http://knubercyke.tigblog.org/post/305349</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[In this day and age when discrimination is<br />
gradually being erroded from the landscape of our society<br />
or so we think.<br />
I am yet again faced with a quite annoying occurence<br />
which had me quite....annoyed.<br />
so i'm supposed to be applying for work placements<br />
and for quite a while i have been recieiving some very interesting <br />
letters of rejection.<br />
The latest one drove me up the wall<br />
The recruiter simply said<br />
"Unfortunately we are unable to offer you a place because of difficulties that may be involved in <br />
securing a work permit, good luck with your career"<br />
<br />
i was particularly miffed at the last part... good luck with your career.<br />
its almost like you set someone's house on fire and then tell them <br />
good luck in your new home.<br />
<br />
So i can't work for your firm simply because you can't make the effort to secure a work permit for me.<br />
And get this.... I DON'T EVEN NEED A WORK PERMIT!!<br />
<br />
how stupid!]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Fri, 07 Dec 2007 21:52:00 EST</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Taking My Time</title> 
                    <link>http://knubercyke.tigblog.org/post/304213</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[I'm taking my time to remember the mistakes i have made before<br />
i have come to realise that these wrongs have defined me<br />
some call it experience, i do wonder it really is<br />
But not to worry, i still take my time to remember.<br />
I can't remember though, my first feeling of pain<br />
my first toothache - but i do remember the pain<br />
I can't remember my first cry, of course not when i was born<br />
but the first one after that.<br />
It may sound weird but these things are all important to me<br />
because they are all special events<br />
milestones that herald a simple fact that we generally take for granted<br />
I am human.<br />
<br />
I'm taking my time to remember my friends and family members<br />
but the ones i like and the others, i wouldn't write home about<br />
but yes they are all still friends<br />
as far as i can see. But i do remember a friend who wants asked<br />
"Are you my friend or am I your friend?"<br />
I'm taking my time to remember my parents<br />
The unique gifts from God<br />
they possess the ability to by mean, embarrassing and loving<br />
all at the same time. i'd better learn fast cause someday that'll be me<br />
so i take my time to remember them<br />
to prepare me, for little me.<br />
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					<pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 17:28:00 EST</pubDate> 
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                    <title>Timeless Pages</title> 
                    <link>http://knubercyke.tigblog.org/post/304209</link> 
                    <description><![CDATA[Writing causes time to standstill<br />
for just a little moment<br />
you can see the past, the present and the future<br />
right before your eyes<br />
in the words that are written<br />
You can hear the words<br />
spoken by the thought voice<br />
narrating the episodes both gone<br />
and yet to come<br />
<br />
My Timeless pages<br />
are an ode to time<br />
the good and bad, the ups and down<br />
these pages are a nexus<br />
of thoughts, imaginations and ideas<br />
a simple tribute to the mind<br />
the heart's fruit<br />
the brain child<br />
<br />
These pages are alive<br />
the heart beats of the soul<br />
captured in the moment<br />
a musical note<br />
that last forever<br />
the tune, you never forget<br />
<br />
My words are forever<br />
my thoughts are now<br />
ideas are given life<br />
in my Timeless pages of time.<br />
<br />
read on]]></description> 
					<pubDate>Thu, 06 Dec 2007 17:16:00 EST</pubDate> 
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