<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-1838401134558083780</id><updated>2024-10-04T11:41:33.261-07:00</updated><category term="allergies"/><category term="america"/><category term="best buy"/><category term="colds"/><category term="customer loyalty"/><category term="economy"/><category term="greece"/><category term="hopelessness"/><category term="mature content"/><category term="prohibition"/><category term="rome"/><category term="sony ngp"/><category term="video games"/><title type='text'>your world through my eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>a teenagers perspective on recent politics and the economy</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516916413193989318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838401134558083780.post-2725845189695760775</id><published>2012-02-18T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-18T14:28:03.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Customer loyalty a love story part two: comparisons and deja vu</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I’ve often pondered customer loyalty. The rivalry’s the
fanboyism the guilt when you finally admit to yourself that Kinect is better
than the move. Why do we go through these roller-coasters of emotion and
elation? Why do they feel so familiar? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Finally I believe I have found the answer I sought for so
long. Customer loyalty feels familiar because we practice it every day in our
relationships. Or more specifically our friendships. I remember my first
rivalry it was my three friends and I against another group of girls. All we
would talk about was how we were better bigger badder. Not ten years after that
I was arguing with my Xbox loving friends and insisting that the ps3 was better
bigger badder. As I focus now I recall similarities in my own relationships. My
first fan boy experience was lil bow wow he could do no wrong in my eyes when
he sang about loving fish instead of insisting he had no taste I was jealous
that he could find fish delicious and I couldn’t. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;Finally I came to my last comparison, guilt. Most of the
time these days I feel guilty for looking at an Xbox and wishing I had one. And
yet just a few years ago I experienced those same emotions when I had admitted
for myself just for a second that I wished that I was friends with the other
girl the one with the nice birthday parties at chuck e cheese. But we would
never be friends for our loyalties wouldn’t allow it just like I had inherited
my feud with this girl I barely knew I had also inherited PlayStation’s rivalry
with Xbox.&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;However sad that makes me its
how my world works. I&#39;m an easy target a naturally loyal person I was lost to
Xbox the moment I picked up a psp.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2725845189695760775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2012/02/customer-loyalty-love-story-part-two.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/2725845189695760775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/2725845189695760775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2012/02/customer-loyalty-love-story-part-two.html' title='Customer loyalty a love story part two: comparisons and deja vu'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516916413193989318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838401134558083780.post-955055341231551100</id><published>2012-01-21T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T16:24:39.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>america the doomed</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was younger the world was simple the republicans were
the bad guys and the democrats were the knights in shining armor. However the
upcoming farce of an election has forcefully and painfully ripped my rose color
shades off my face and forced me to realize a new truth. My country is in
danger. Right now I no longer care if the president is republican, democrat or
even the ghost of Christmas past. As long as they can heal my beloved country
and make it so I can say to the new immigrant yes our streets may not be paved
in gold but we have a booming economy and jobs to spare. However back in this
reality we tax the secretary more than her millionaire boss even when he asks
for higher taxes. In what world does that make sense? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Obama promised change but besides healthcare and Osama bin
laden what do we have? I don’t know if Obama is just not forceful enough to get
congress to pass his bills which would help the American people or if he’s
simply another lying politician? The republican nominees are no better unlike
Obama I know there hearts aren’t in the right place and I fear that if elected
their conservatism and focus on the past will strangle America’s future. For
how can a country grow if it’s always looking back? Not to mention our country
is basically a joke Known mostly for its arrogance and bad eating habits. But
we have nothing to be arrogant about and at a time when money is tight and jobs
are scarce should we really be stuffing our faces?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When I was younger id joke that if things got really bad
here id move to Switzerland. However that seems to no longer be a smart option
seeing as how a scarce few month ago both the Swiss franc and gold took a nose
dive. Is this the end? Could it be that in just a few years’ time there will no
longer be any safe harbors left? I shudder to think of how much worse our world
can get for how can we bailout Italy and Greece if we too need a bailing out? But
that’s just one problem. Also we have a broken government so corrupt that we
expect our politicians to lie to us. Yet we insist it’s the people in it. Let’s
face it honor and integrity in politics are dead Seen as nothing but a
weakness. Yet we cling to a system that would only work if they had those
qualities. Sad is it not? Yet what will you do America? Will you change your
government or will you go down in flames?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;The Urban dictionary
describes a Fan boy as “a person who is completely loyal to a game or company regardless
of if they suck or not.” If you were to change “game or company” to country than
you would have me. Some might say I am simply describing a patriot. Yet I feel
that that term no longer fits me. I don’t believe in my country yet I love her.
I see the corruption and greed compromising the structure of a once great
nation and I open my arms and embrace her. Because my love for her is blind but
I still see all. And the only appropriate title I could find was ‘Fan boy’ a
term used to describe something as trivial as a gaming system fan. But yet it
completely defines me. I am a Fan boy I am completely loyal to my country and
to use the websites rather unimaginative wording I care not whether my country
sucks or not. all I know is that America is me and I am her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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a future hopefully not in my lifetime when America is naught but a story to
tell kids before bedtime and a footnote in the annals of history.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/feeds/3349403593815683597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/american-fanboy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/3349403593815683597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/3349403593815683597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/12/american-fanboy.html' title='An American Fanboy'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516916413193989318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838401134558083780.post-1029441772667835818</id><published>2011-11-16T06:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T06:50:20.717-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="best buy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="customer loyalty"/><title type='text'>Customer loyalty a love story part 1 best buy</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I first stepped into BestBuy at an age i only vaguely remember.
young and impressionable I was dazzled by the spacious layout, shiny
electronics and sales people who didn’t seem to mind that i was a rather disheveled
little girl who obviously wouldn’t be convincing her mother to drop 600 dollars
on a fancy laptop anytime soon. They patiently explained hard drives and
webcams until I understood. And With that they got a customer for life.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;For a while best buy dropped off of my radar as I went
through a technical dry spell that would only end in the sixth grade. In the
sixth grade I &lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;finally became fed up with
mediocre electronic hand me downs and thus I came into a period of electronical
enlightenment. Now a burgeoning young adult I knew what I wanted and why I wanted
it. I again turned to BestBuy. There I was made aware of the various
improvements that had been made to computers since the hazy days of my youth. As
I left the store with my new all in one touchscreen computer I felt a sense of
excitement and the premonition that this was just the beginning of a beautiful
friendship.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;As I reached my teens and became more aware of money and the
cost of what my mother was paying to support my new-found technological
enthusiasm other information began to filter into my consciousness. Now it wasn’t
just about nice people and behemoth stores it was now about credit interest
rates, warrantees and most of all prices. Here’s where best buy locked in my
customer loyalty. No interest for months depending on the purchase price and
great warrantees like geek squad technical support and black tie protection. This
came in handy seeing as how me and electronics seem to bring out the worst in
each other. Seeing as how they are both my kryptonite and my ambrosia. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;I won’t deny that I have been known to have a volatile temper
I have cursed the name of Toshiba Samsung and others. But never have I cursed BestBuy.
So in conclusion with a blend of great customer service an excellent layout
good products and great warrantees not to mention an overall friendly feel. However
the most important fact for me is that I never walked away with that nasty I’ve
&lt;span style=&quot;mso-spacerun: yes;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;just been used feeling. Now that may
change when I start paying for my own things but for now that’s a great bonus
because the main thing you can ask for as a consumer is to never regret the
things you buy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1029441772667835818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/customer-loyalty-love-story-part-1-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/1029441772667835818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/1029441772667835818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/customer-loyalty-love-story-part-1-best.html' title='Customer loyalty a love story part 1 best buy'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516916413193989318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838401134558083780.post-6727480872709743151</id><published>2011-11-11T19:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T20:06:45.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Upgrades</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri;&quot;&gt;A few months ago i was viewing an app on my cellphone that
kept me up to date on the latest occurrences in the consumer tech world. As i
perused the articles on display i came across something that felt like the
greatest betrayal. There on my 4.3 inch screen in bold type were the words htc
sensation XE. I wanted to cry i had barely had my htc sensation for a week or
so and already its successor was here. I went around in a daze for two days and
then my cynical side showed itself when news of the htc sensation XL came out. I
muttered a few words about blood sucking leeches and admitted to myself that i didn’t
need a sensation XL or XE i was perfectly happy with my plain old sensation. I
was lucky the XL and XE were Europe only America was not getting her hands on
it anytime soon and i was granted a temporary reprieve. Sadly this was only a
preview of the world we live in. my phone was nowhere near fulfilling its
potential yet i was ready to trade it in for its upgrade which was only
marginally better than the original. Nintendo, Microsoft, and Sony had it
right. There systems have years of life in the and there eventual replacements
are always extremely better than the one before. I would trade in new
cellphones coming out constantly to maybe letting these phones breath and grow
into themselves so that their upgrades are strides in there field not a $600
shuffle step.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6727480872709743151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/upgrades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/6727480872709743151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/6727480872709743151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/11/upgrades.html' title='Upgrades'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516916413193989318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838401134558083780.post-1805173124317265342</id><published>2011-07-17T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T14:47:32.827-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="america"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="economy"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="greece"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hopelessness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="rome"/><title type='text'>america the forgotten dream</title><content type='html'>All good things must end. this is an irrefutable fact of our world. Some are corrupted and morphed into a parody of their former selves, some disappear quietly into the night. Others fight to the bitter end even when its hopeless. So what are we?&amp;nbsp;I am an american&amp;nbsp;however i see the future clearly and i dread it.&amp;nbsp;I see a future where debt is all we know.&amp;nbsp;I see a future where america is so corrupt that all that&#39;s left is an empty shell of the american dream.&amp;nbsp;I see a future where america bows down to its debt and is swallowed quickly and quietly by an foreign usurper.I see a future where america defaults on its national debt and overnight become more of a joke than we already are. i see a future where americans rally around their flag and unite to solve our nations problems. Yet the last one is the only dream i have whilst asleep. there have been great countries through the years Rome, Greece, Egypt. All great countries reduced to a shadow of their former selves. will america be reduced to that? After only a few hundred years will america disappear? Will we be reduced to a chapter in the history books. As i write this i wonder will the good that is america be corrupted into a shadow of Its former self. Will it disappear quietly into the night. Or will we fight to the bitter end even when all is hopeless. selfishly i hope its not in my time that would be too much to bear.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1805173124317265342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/07/america-forgotten-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/1805173124317265342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/1805173124317265342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/07/america-forgotten-dream.html' title='america the forgotten dream'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516916413193989318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838401134558083780.post-8437919592920750708</id><published>2011-05-25T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T19:44:11.792-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mature content"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="prohibition"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video games"/><title type='text'>video games</title><content type='html'>If you blame a video game for people doing violent acts than you are simply pointing a finger. If some one is so influenced by a video game that they go out and perform violent acts then it becomes obvious that they had hidden violent tendencies. If we try to coddle everyone (who is old enough to play rated M games) than we take one step close to the totalitarianistic governments depicted in syfy novels. I don’t know about anyone else but once I hit 21 I am an (official) adult. Therefore, i should be trusted to make my own decisions. Sure if i mess up my mom will say that she told me so. However, neither she nor the government has the right to restrict things &quot;for my own good.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
After all, look what happened with prohibition. It was a hopeless cause. And blocking games (or game content) will simply be avoiding the major issue. Violence comes from the people by the people and has been there since before we were called people.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/feeds/8437919592920750708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/05/video-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/8437919592920750708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/8437919592920750708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/05/video-games.html' title='video games'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516916413193989318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838401134558083780.post-2841247680814108412</id><published>2011-04-30T14:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T14:59:15.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters from an atheist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;We cling to definition. To someone or something to take the blame. To a higher power. We define ourselves by these &quot;gods&quot; commandments. We claim they wrought our happiness. Yet we&#39;re more likely to claim they wrought our pain. Our triumphs and failures we lay at their feet. Yet to forsake them and claim that they are the mindless fancy of countless fools would almost certainly shatter us as we deal with new found questions and doubts that arise. If there are no gods why are We here?&amp;#160; If there is no God then what is my purpose. The disbelief in a God can cause mass chaos as there is no longer a reason to do good. You find for the first time that your decisions have no great and mighty force to guide you. Thus we hold on when doubts arise. We hold on when evidence prove us wrong. And we deny the very laws of the universe itself. So we hold our faith in desperate hands&lt;br&gt;
Subconsciously knowing that if we open our hands and open them wide. Then we&#39;d be confronted with the emptiness inside. Thus the age old saying that ignorance is bliss might actually hold true. For if not believing brings such pain. Then wouldn&#39;t it be better to swallow your doubts bow you head and pray?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/feeds/2841247680814108412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/04/letters-from-atheist.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/2841247680814108412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/2841247680814108412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/04/letters-from-atheist.html' title='Letters from an atheist'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516916413193989318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838401134558083780.post-6868007111458130551</id><published>2011-04-28T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T21:00:09.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lies</title><content type='html'>lies are the ultimate mistake. many of us know this yet we do it anyway. because obviously WE are the exception to the rule. i mean i know that everyone who ever lied acheived undesirable consequences. but then again everyone is not me. which brings me to my last point. the biggest liar youll ever meet is right in front of you. that is of course if your currently facing a mirror.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/feeds/6868007111458130551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/04/lies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/6868007111458130551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/6868007111458130551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/04/lies.html' title='lies'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516916413193989318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838401134558083780.post-1822355460591388501</id><published>2011-04-27T19:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T19:35:58.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its times like these when I wish that whoever invented coffee was my age and single.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/feeds/1822355460591388501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/04/coffee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/1822355460591388501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/1822355460591388501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/04/coffee.html' title='Coffee'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516916413193989318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838401134558083780.post-7580006497358771929</id><published>2011-04-26T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:08:49.395-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="allergies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="colds"/><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being sick is horrible. Having a cold while allergy season is in full swing is just devastating. In my opinion all of us survivers of this so called wonderful season should be awarded medals. But then again what doesn&#39;t kill you can always try again next year.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/feeds/7580006497358771929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/04/sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/7580006497358771929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/7580006497358771929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/04/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516916413193989318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838401134558083780.post-4600658887184344912</id><published>2011-04-25T19:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T19:18:33.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the great divide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;The world is divided. Its divided into men and women‚blacks and whites, truth and lies, the western world and the eastern world. But why? Why do we have this incessant need to separate and divide and categorize?&amp;nbsp; Why can&#39;t we just be? &lt;br /&gt;
Of course then we wouldn&#39;t have any reason to claim superiority&amp;nbsp;. But for a few seconds a day we can imagine this world where we are all equal. Now take that acceptance arm yourself with &lt;u&gt;it&lt;/u&gt; and prepare to face a world where you are constantly judged. I hope you packed your industrial strength armour. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/feeds/4600658887184344912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/04/world-is-divided.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/4600658887184344912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/4600658887184344912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/04/world-is-divided.html' title='the great divide'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516916413193989318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1838401134558083780.post-9158879970700399822</id><published>2011-04-24T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T12:37:04.446-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sony ngp"/><title type='text'>ngp</title><content type='html'>right now i&#39;m so excited. life is falling into place and its sunny outside. yet what im most looking forward to this fall isnt starting tenth grade but the new Sony NGP. you might know it as the PSP2. and i must say that piece of machinery is smexy. nix my two front teeth. all i want for Christmas is my NGP.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/feeds/9158879970700399822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/04/ngp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/9158879970700399822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1838401134558083780/posts/default/9158879970700399822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marmiasdays.blogspot.com/2011/04/ngp.html' title='ngp'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01516916413193989318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>