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They would be happy to forget their troubles, problems and worries, and enjoy a few moments of inner calmness and freedom from obsessing thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is peace of mind? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a state of inner calmness and tranquility, together with a sense of freedom, when thoughts and worries cease, and there is no stress, strain or fear. Such moments are not so rare. They may be experienced while being engaged in some kind of an absorbing or interesting activity, such as while watching an entertaining movie or TV program, while being with someone you love, while reading a book or while lying on the sand at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are on vacation, do you experience some sort of mental numbness? At this time, the mind becomes calmer, with fewer thoughts and fewer worries. Even while you are deeply asleep, not aware of your thoughts, you are in a state of inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;Such activities, and similar ones, take away the mind from its usual thoughts and worries, and bring about temporary inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, how to bring more peace of mind into our life, and more importantly, how to experience it in times of trouble. You might also ask whether it is possible to make it a habit, and enjoy it always and under all circumstances. First, you need to learn to bring more moments of inner peace into your daily life. Later, you will be able to experience these moments in times of trouble or difficulties too, when you really need inner calmness and tranquility.&lt;br /&gt;You can turn peace of mind into a natural habit, but to do so, special training is required, through concentration exercises, meditation and other means. Browse this website, and you will find articles, advice and techniques for attaining peace of mind, as well as a special book dedicated to this subject.&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few simple things that can help you:&lt;br /&gt;• Reduce the amount of time you read the newspapers or watch the news on TV.&lt;br /&gt;• Stay away from negative conversations and from negative people.&lt;br /&gt;• Don't hold grudges. Learn to forget and forgive. Nurturing ill feelings and grievances hurts you and causes lack of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;• Don't be jealous of others. Being jealous means that you have low self-esteem and consider yourself inferior to others. Jealousy and low self esteem, often lead to lack of inner peace.&lt;br /&gt;• Accept what cannot be changed. This saves a lot of time, energy and worries.&lt;br /&gt;• Every day we face numerous inconveniences, irritations and situations that are beyond our control. If we can change them, that's fine, but this is not always possible. We must learn to put up with such things and accept them cheerfully.&lt;br /&gt;• Learn to be more patient and tolerant with people and events.&lt;br /&gt;• Don't take everything too personally. Some emotional and mental detachment is desirable. Try to view your life and other people with a little detachment and less involvement. Detachment is not indifference, lack of interest or coldness. It is the ability to think and judge impartially and logically. Don't worry if again and again you fail to manifest detachment. Just keep trying.&lt;br /&gt;• Let bygones be gone. Forget the past and concentrate on the present moment. There is no need to evoke unpleasant memories and immerse yourself in them.&lt;br /&gt;• Practice some concentration exercises. This will help you to reject unpleasant thoughts and worries that steal away your peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;• Learn to practice meditation. Even a few minutes a day will make a change in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 Simple Steps to Inner Peace (article continued)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inner peace ultimately leads to external peace. By creating peace in our inner world, we bring it into the external world, affecting other people too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind is the most sought after 'commodity' in human life. It appears that most of us are in a state of perpetual restlessness. On analyzing the causes of this restlessness, I have ventured to find for myself ten solutions that need to be followed religiously if we are serious about achieving perfect peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Do not interfere in others' business&lt;br /&gt;Most of us create our own problems by interfering too often in others' affairs. We do so because somehow we have convinced ourselves that our way is the best way, our logic is the perfect logic, and those who do not conform to our thinking must be criticized and steered to the right direction, our direction.&lt;br /&gt;This kind of attitude on our part denies the existence of individuality and consequently the existence of God, for God has created each one of us in a unique way. No two human beings can think or act in exactly the same way. All men or women act the way they do because they are prompted to do so by the Divine within them. There is God to look after everything. Why are you bothered? Mind your own business and you will have your peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Forget and forgive&lt;br /&gt;This is the most powerful aid to peace of mind. We often nurture ill feeling inside our heart for the person who insults or harms us. We forget that the insult or injury was done to us once but by nourishing the grievance we go on excavating the wound forever. Therefore it is essential that we cultivate the art of forgiving and forgetting. Believe in the justice of God and the doctrine of Karma. Let Him judge the act of the one who insulted you. Life is too short to waste in such trifles. Forget, forgive, and march on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do not crave for recognition&lt;br /&gt;This world is full of selfish people. They seldom praise anybody without selfish motive. They may praise you today because you are rich and have power but no sooner you are powerless, they will forget your achievement and start criticizing you.&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, no one is perfect. Then why do you value the words of praise of another mortal like you? Why do you crave for recognition? Believe in yourself. People's praises do not last long. Do your duties ethically and sincerely and leave the rest to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Do not be jealous&lt;br /&gt;We all have experienced how jealousy can disturb our peace of mind. You know you work harder than your colleagues in the office but they get promotions, you do not. You started a business several years ago but you are not as successful as your neighbor whose business is only one year old. Should you be jealous? No, remember everybody's life is shaped by his previous Karma that has now become his destiny. If you are destined to be rich, not all the world can stop you. If you are not so destined, no one can help you either. Nothing will be gained by blaming others for your misfortune. Jealousy will not get you anywhere, but will only give you restlessness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Change yourself according to the environment&lt;br /&gt;If you try to change the environment single handedly, the chances are you may fail. Instead, change yourself to suit the environment. As you do this, even the environment, which has remained unfriendly for you, will mysteriously appear to be congenial and harmonious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Endure what cannot be cured&lt;br /&gt;This is the best way to turn a disadvantage into an advantage. Every day we face numerous inconveniences, ailments, irritations and accidents that are beyond our control. We must learn to endure them cheerfully thinking, "God will it so, so be it". God's logic is beyond our comprehension. Believe it and you will gain in patience, in inner strength, in will power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Do not bite more than you can chew&lt;br /&gt;This maxim should be always remembered. We often tend to take more responsibilities than we are capable to carry out. This is done to satisfy our ego. Know your limitations. Spend your free time on prayers, introspection and meditation. This will reduce those thoughts in your mind, which make you restless. Fewer the thoughts, greater is the peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Meditate regularly&lt;br /&gt;Meditation makes the mind thoughtless. This is the highest state of peace of mind. Try and experience it. If you meditate earnestly for half an hour every day, you will tend to become calm during the remaining twenty-three and a half hours. Your mind will not be disturbed as much as before. This will increase your efficiency and you will turn out more work in less time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Never leave the mind vacant&lt;br /&gt;An empty mind is devil's workshop. All evil deeds start in the mind. Keep your mind occupied in something positive, something worthwhile. Actively follow a hobby. You must decide what you value more - money or peace of mind. Your hobby, like social work may not always earn you more money, but you will have a sense of fulfillment and achievement. Even if you are resting physically, occupy yourself in healthy reading or mental chanting of God's name (japa).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Do not procrastinate and never regret&lt;br /&gt;Do not waste time in wondering "should I or shouldn't I?" Days, weeks, months and years may be wasted in that futile mental debating. You can never plan enough because you can never anticipate all future happenings. Always remember God has His own plan too. Value your time and do things. It does not matter if you fail the first time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can rectify your mistakes and succeed the next time. Sitting back and worrying will lead to nothing. Learn from your mistakes but do not brood over the past. DO NOT REGRET! Whatever happened was destined to happen only that way. Take it as the will of God. You do not have the power to alter the course of God's will. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why try?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of wisdom for sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now its time to put them to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the journey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040866204902690027-7209891254539895748?l=www.quintoncarlin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~4/q3CudXz7glQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/feeds/7209891254539895748/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2012/02/10-simple-steps-to-inner-peace.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" 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gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcCQHY4fip7ImA9WhRUGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040866204902690027.post-1873486405436661673</id><published>2012-01-29T05:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T06:24:21.836-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-29T06:24:21.836-08:00</app:edited><title>Hilarious Video About Korean Girls...</title><content type="html">Korean girls are a very unique breed of woman I have found after 10 months living in this dynamic country, they are very beautiful (for the most part), matched with incredibly tiny bodies and super cute personalities as you can see here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/V38FMLK3iCM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they also have somewhat quirky characteristics sometimes that this guy nails in his video called "shit Korea girls say".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally, I think its hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;Part I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jCEkG-n0hbE" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/u781ZzHbzX4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jE_jI1PdZRM" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, its a great place to live, but its hard to concentrate with these music videos on every second channel on TV here and then having literally millions of these barbie dolls everywhere you look on subways, in restaurants and in all the bars and clubs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh Asia, I love you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040866204902690027-1873486405436661673?l=www.quintoncarlin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img 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2010 at one of the top clubs in all of Asia.&lt;br /&gt;Ya, it was a wild event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,115,0" width="425" height="319" id="qikPlayer" align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://qik.com/swfs/qikPlayer5.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#333333" /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="streamID=d244274cb4f545558a691756a0cd9b09&amp;amp;autoplay=false" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://qik.com/swfs/qikPlayer5.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#333333" width="425" height="319" name="qikPlayer" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" FlashVars="streamID=d244274cb4f545558a691756a0cd9b09&amp;amp;autoplay=false"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My buddy (and partner in shenanigans) Max, filmed this other cool video a 'day living in Asia, you can see why we can't get enough of this great continent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*fast forward to around the 12 minute mark to see the NYE Party*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/34432369?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen mozallowfullscreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/34432369"&gt;A Korean New Year&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1957048"&gt;Maxwell  Gustaitis&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make 2012 the best one yet...&lt;div 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href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~3/fqKgXmxShUk/2012.html" title="2012" /><author><name>Quinton Carlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914877495483350636</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/_TTfwWP8EwzI/SvYQ1SgCLeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tLLVe6AG3Hk/S220/black+weart.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2012/01/2012.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUFRXoyfCp7ImA9WhRXEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040866204902690027.post-1064844771040068460</id><published>2011-11-22T02:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T01:50:14.494-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-19T01:50:14.494-08:00</app:edited><title>72 Hours in Tokyo...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xnFzBoqcS7s/Tu7BV4U0oOI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/uwntCDL6g5Y/s1600/861.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xnFzBoqcS7s/Tu7BV4U0oOI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/uwntCDL6g5Y/s400/861.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687695961056649442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**YOU NEED to copy &amp; paste the YOUTUBE link below in your browser to watch  the COOLEST &amp; CRAZIEST Travel video ever to understand why and how I wrote this article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I tried to post this video link below but the embedded code was disabled so just): &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copy &amp; Past link into your browser now or--&gt;  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7Z35_x7eT4&amp;feature=related &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or go to YouTube and search "Victors Trip Rules of Attraction Scene"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who has flown to another country, backpacked or gone on vacation before can relate to this video (hopefully, with exception the hard drugs &amp; European prostitutes) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH THIS 2 MIN VIDEO NOW BEFORE READING THE REST OF THIS POST (or the rest of this article won't make much sense):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WATCH NOW-&gt; http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G7Z35_x7eT4&amp;feature=related &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will attempt to re-create a similar montage of my recent trip to Tokyo Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fri Nov 19th 8am, woke up dazed &amp; confused surrounded by boxes in Busan South Korea after a short 4 hour sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in the mist of moving into my new 'upgraded' apt in a few days after I get back from Japan. View from my new loft apartment. BTW, this is a big upgrade from the tiny cell / apt I was living in back in Seoul: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fd-NktIHDdk/TumUDKq4rqI/AAAAAAAAA1g/lrJ9pQPxzkY/s1600/apt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fd-NktIHDdk/TumUDKq4rqI/AAAAAAAAA1g/lrJ9pQPxzkY/s400/apt.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686238786656710306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked at my watch and freaked out. I only had 90 mins until I had to get to Gimhee airport to fly to Tokyo Japan for a last minute 3 day whirlwind spur of the moment trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed my bag, a bagel, threw my passport and a bunch of Japanese Yen I exchanged from Korean Won at the bank yesterday from a beautiful Korean girl who spoke no English. She could have been 16 years old or 40, its hard to tell over here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YRaxg7hWyIE/TuXfL0PRzXI/AAAAAAAAAu8/5NEOqQE0eAM/s1600/809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YRaxg7hWyIE/TuXfL0PRzXI/AAAAAAAAAu8/5NEOqQE0eAM/s400/809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685195498719399282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got on the flight, it was packed, no leg room. Downed 3 Sapporo beers. Ate some sushi and passed out for the duration of the 90 minute flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gtvg1X0xetE/TuXfgAHQ4qI/AAAAAAAAAvI/f7BchqV3pNo/s1600/812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gtvg1X0xetE/TuXfgAHQ4qI/AAAAAAAAAvI/f7BchqV3pNo/s400/812.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685195845504393890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up when the pilot starts speaking Japanese stating we are descending over the biggest metropolitan city in the world where 34 million Japanese people rushed around like polite robots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVSypm2Y28M/TuXjjUxjbDI/AAAAAAAAAwo/CbtODg93UEI/s1600/814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oVSypm2Y28M/TuXjjUxjbDI/AAAAAAAAAwo/CbtODg93UEI/s400/814.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685200300636597298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Narita airport and was immediately terrified looking at the Tokyo Subway map. Intense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ABFDVk_swI/TuXh9NnF5aI/AAAAAAAAAv4/uV8p--AQ91M/s1600/811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--ABFDVk_swI/TuXh9NnF5aI/AAAAAAAAAv4/uV8p--AQ91M/s400/811.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685198546367014306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some woman sold me a subway card and pushed me through the turn style. Then I was unleashed in the biggest metropolitan city in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ys694awcjrQ/TuXgC6NJJcI/AAAAAAAAAvU/LGEPGwg6EHc/s1600/835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ys694awcjrQ/TuXgC6NJJcI/AAAAAAAAAvU/LGEPGwg6EHc/s400/835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685196445213861314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subway ride to DT Tokyo took longer than my flight from South Korea. &lt;br /&gt;Which Sucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The subway is confusing, cramped, and very convenient &amp; inconvenient at the same time. I finally got the hang of the hundreds of subway lines and took it everywhere.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Saw the first actual house I have seen in months (there are no houses in Korea, only tall lego like apartment buildings that all look the exact same). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Japanese business man sees me looking at my map and asks if he can 'help'. I say 'thanks' and bow, but decline his offer. Then moments later an attractive Japanese girl asks me the same question. I accept. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally come out of the underground tunnel into Harajuku park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjLyfvFK7gE/TuCee9569kI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aqp_0y6cRLU/s1600/DSCN0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OjLyfvFK7gE/TuCee9569kI/AAAAAAAAAuY/Aqp_0y6cRLU/s400/DSCN0025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683716984592332354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japan's famous fashion 'hang out' area. I am shocked, its the middle of downtown Tokyo and it is the cleanest and quietest city street I have EVER seen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doWC_FugROw/TuXjLhPTbnI/AAAAAAAAAwc/FU9BgG1kql8/s1600/800px-Shibuya_Night_%2528HDR%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-doWC_FugROw/TuXjLhPTbnI/AAAAAAAAAwc/FU9BgG1kql8/s400/800px-Shibuya_Night_%2528HDR%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685199891665743474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything &amp; everyone seems totally zenned out. Yes, its busy with people everywhere, but its &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;organized&lt;/span&gt; chaos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shot a video of a walking tour DT Tokyo (fyi: a couple of cute random Japanese girls that come up to talk to me in this video, it was pretty funny actually :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1chxnMZDbvI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a Japanese girl with pink in pig tails, short mini skirt and knee high socks (seems to be the common look here), I'm a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GsuDxU51SqY/TuCeN5FmVqI/AAAAAAAAAuM/u8bEo34hZfU/s1600/DSCN0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GsuDxU51SqY/TuCeN5FmVqI/AAAAAAAAAuM/u8bEo34hZfU/s400/DSCN0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683716691241359010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was surrounded by 4 Japanese punk rockers dudes with Mohawks and piercings. They see me starring at their crew and invite me over. We exchange awkward greetings, pose for pictures with each other and then I bail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkEM0pZPow/TuY6ItrhdmI/AAAAAAAAAzo/odo8C0101SQ/s1600/DSCN0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bKkEM0pZPow/TuY6ItrhdmI/AAAAAAAAAzo/odo8C0101SQ/s400/DSCN0033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685295500977337954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far Japan is a nice change from the the crazy street mayhem that runs wild back in Korea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No horns were honking, no loud music blaring out of shops, and even more bizarre, no one was speaking. Total calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a mother and her son both wearing a Komono. It was incredibly cute and culturally inspiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVKiNKa1isU/Tu7_ycyhDOI/AAAAAAAAA20/9-iTEQjCRlQ/s1600/DSCN0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qVKiNKa1isU/Tu7_ycyhDOI/AAAAAAAAA20/9-iTEQjCRlQ/s400/DSCN0019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687764621602131170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get back on the subway. I want to see Shibuia crossing, the busiest street crossing in the world. I get there at rush hour and can not move in the subway and get caught in the masses of human traffic. I feel like a giant as I am about 1.5 feet taller than everyone (I am 6'7). Picture of me towering over Koreans in Seoul Station:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7G76-uswskU/TumQpCPAUwI/AAAAAAAAA08/FSN06wfMSd8/s1600/770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7G76-uswskU/TumQpCPAUwI/AAAAAAAAA08/FSN06wfMSd8/s400/770.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686235039180804866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get ushered across the famous crossing in a title wave of flesh.  Its like being part an organized ant farm, but with people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEE4-a-MesI/TuXio74iDRI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/M1ajZWzw8NU/s1600/816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TEE4-a-MesI/TuXio74iDRI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/M1ajZWzw8NU/s400/816.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685199297522568466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a Shibuya Crossing Video of my view from a Starbucks, from above the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HZYWPYzSccU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't find wii fii or phone signal anywhere on my iphone. Worried I can't message to meet my girlfriend (actually, ex girlfriend b/c we broke up a week before my trip to visit her here in Japan). Talk about bad timing. I was supposed to stay with her here in Tokyo at her place, but after we split I graciously declined that offer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I had to find my new accommodation for the weekend. We were still supposed to meet for dinner while I was in town. The EX: &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpL63pid9QQ/TumSy1r7EiI/AAAAAAAAA1U/oSuWq8injFc/s1600/us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NpL63pid9QQ/TumSy1r7EiI/AAAAAAAAA1U/oSuWq8injFc/s400/us.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686237406634381858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grab another Sapporo beer from a corner store. One of my favorite things about Asia, its lax drinking laws and ability to walk into any shopping mall or store with a cold beer in one hand and a stick of BBQ street meat in the other. Delicious &amp; ridiculous if you think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a street banner called "Take-Shit-Has" and take a picture. Since I have been living in Asia for almost 10 months now, I have seen some insane names of businesses, streets and even people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jGSm4o_10nw/TuCfGHK5AuI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Syjm1RLpFv8/s1600/DSCN0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jGSm4o_10nw/TuCfGHK5AuI/AAAAAAAAAuw/Syjm1RLpFv8/s400/DSCN0017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683717657094324962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go and buy some over priced tacky tourist souvenirs just because I feel am I am supposed to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-at5xDkyycSo/Tu8EL60axhI/AAAAAAAAA3A/rXivWWixE8Y/s1600/DSCN0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-at5xDkyycSo/Tu8EL60axhI/AAAAAAAAA3A/rXivWWixE8Y/s400/DSCN0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687769457206412818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have developed a compulsive addiction to buying a t shirt from every country I visit. Its insane. I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My closet is packed with crappy t shirts from all over the world: Australia, Greece, Portugal, France, Israel, Egypt, Bangkok. South East Asia, shot glasses from Las Vegas I even have a F'n sombrarro from Mexico! &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0rwyVnU5aY/Tu8EYxcEY7I/AAAAAAAAA3M/8cpnB_qASbs/s1600/858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Z0rwyVnU5aY/Tu8EYxcEY7I/AAAAAAAAA3M/8cpnB_qASbs/s400/858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687769678026662834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I have a Tokyo T-shirt and a Japanese headband. Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmrzmh2L9Xw/TuY6Bv0GcnI/AAAAAAAAAzc/9n8107Bt5Bw/s1600/693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nmrzmh2L9Xw/TuY6Bv0GcnI/AAAAAAAAAzc/9n8107Bt5Bw/s400/693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685295381291102834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a random girl smiles at me from across the street as I come out of the store with bags of tacky shit. She walks over to me and asks me where I am from. We make small talk for a bit, she asks me where I am staying and invites me to meet her for drinks later. But I think shes possibly / probably a prostitute, so I give her a fake number when she asked for mine.  I make an excuse to end the conversation, ask her where the closes subway is and then leave immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now I have to find the new place I am staying to drop off my bags. I do, its an absolutely AWESOME room on the 46th floor overlooking all of DT Tokyo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimped out to say the least. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-YPyUSt9u4/TuYtaSoiztI/AAAAAAAAAw0/N3MFZNG9qCw/s1600/tokyo%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-x-YPyUSt9u4/TuYtaSoiztI/AAAAAAAAAw0/N3MFZNG9qCw/s400/tokyo%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685281509303570130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video View from Tokyo Tower 46 floor from my room...insane view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/n75VjgEJB7c" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a deep breath, sit on my bed and immediately feel like Bill Murry sitting alone in Toyko and wondering, what the f&amp;%k am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTJ1DovoDK4/TumRfkMmHpI/AAAAAAAAA1I/cddeDn12oFA/s1600/Bill_Murra_m794923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 393px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TTJ1DovoDK4/TumRfkMmHpI/AAAAAAAAA1I/cddeDn12oFA/s400/Bill_Murra_m794923.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686235976010440338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hooked up this amazing accommodation from a buddy of mine in back in Busan who met the owner in Tokyo a few months ago off CouchSurfing.com. I have heard of the site and this was my first time using it. It was amazing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqKV5PQqjv4/TuYtp7QcXaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/GPeFc2Cvi0g/s1600/tokyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YqKV5PQqjv4/TuYtp7QcXaI/AAAAAAAAAxA/GPeFc2Cvi0g/s400/tokyo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685281777906376098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my own room, private bathroom and shower. Oh ya, and it was all for free! &lt;br /&gt;This 2 bedroom place rents for 8,000$ USD / month. I learned quickly Tokyo is not cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3M5sszpv2eA/TuXg7-TSkzI/AAAAAAAAAvg/0X_BtFFGfEY/s1600/831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3M5sszpv2eA/TuXg7-TSkzI/AAAAAAAAAvg/0X_BtFFGfEY/s400/831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685197425565930290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had a better view than the Tokyo Tower that was just 2 blocks away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ditch my bag in my room, have a shower, and hit the streets for food, drinks and fun. Easy to find in this city. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit a tapas restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no waitresses because they have been replaced by an ipad like device that you order all your food and drinks off of. Japan's technology is light years ahead. &lt;br /&gt;The New Electric Waitress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0hlyXnePhjM/TuYvO5UxYBI/AAAAAAAAAxM/RNCoWTmCU8A/s1600/818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0hlyXnePhjM/TuYvO5UxYBI/AAAAAAAAAxM/RNCoWTmCU8A/s400/818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685283512554446866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warning: soon all those slutty hostesses back in North America will be replaced by a small computer. Not sure if that is a good or bad thing yet. At least you don't have to leave a tip for it lol! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottles of Sake start to clutter our table. I eat some great seafood, and sushi that makes me drool still just thinking of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The streets are filled with drunk business men in black suits that all look the same.&lt;br /&gt;We stay out late, hit a few different nightlife spots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank some Redbull &amp; Vodka and my heart feels like it gonna explode out of my chest. Caffeine totally cracks me out. I can' tdrink coffee or pop, my body is sensitive to caffeine. Suddenly everything goes blurry and I am in a rainbow of bright flashing neon lights. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to walk back to my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied in bed. Couldn't sleep. I realized I either got food poisoning or the Redbull had me hard wired awake. Drank some tea to try and chill out. Felt tense. Still couldn't sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decide to go out for a walk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaGnZJ_Rg1k/Tu6-5hncHjI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Y1oPwRmD1Os/s1600/DSCN0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zaGnZJ_Rg1k/Tu6-5hncHjI/AAAAAAAAA2E/Y1oPwRmD1Os/s400/DSCN0066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687693274901126706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one point I see a staggering drunk Japanese man in a very nice suite that stumbles into a garbage can, falls down, and stays down. Passed out &amp; blacked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one even looks twice. Just another Friday night in Japan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along my way I pass a massage parlor (a legitimate one, not those shady ones). I walked in and there was a row of tables filled with little Japanese men and woman, getting massages on them. I decide to partake to help get to sleep. Got 45 min massage by a tiny Japanese woman who spoke no English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old Samaria looking dude laying on the table beside me was moaning as his even tinier masseuse stepped on his back and cracked it repeatedly. I couldn't relax listening to him groaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spOksMLukMc/TuY6wfEll8I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/7WY3ca5Bdnk/s1600/DSCN0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spOksMLukMc/TuY6wfEll8I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/7WY3ca5Bdnk/s400/DSCN0052.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685296184250701762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally leave, go eat some rice and seafood and finally go back home, take a long shower and fall asleep by 6am after realizing I was up for over 22 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday sucked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained all day and I had a dinner date to meet the ex that I came to visit. I met her in Roppongii. We had an awkward meal, followed by even awkwarder conversation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downed some drinks. Said our goodbyes, then walked out of the restaurant, and each other's lives. Breakups are a bizzar thing. You get to know someone so well, then all of a sudden they become almost total stranger and you wonder if you ever knew them at all. Like I said, its a bizarre experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then cabbed to the the #1 'local' nightlife area called Shibuya. I hate 'foreigner bars' that are just a bunch of drunken ex pats dudes. I am told by 3 different club promoters on the street handing out fliers that the best local club is called "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Womb&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I meet 2 English Teachers drinking Asahi beers outside a Family Mart, (a very common sight in Korea, was nice to see over here. Little known fact, Family Mart originated in Japan).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AfOhXrkuJog/TuYvt8X3vVI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ny8OeyKfqLw/s1600/838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AfOhXrkuJog/TuYvt8X3vVI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ny8OeyKfqLw/s400/838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685284045948697938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One ESL Teacher was from Ireland and the other from Australia. I have a couple beers with them outside sitting around a plastic table. They both tell me they have been living in Tokyo for 3 years so far, and that neither of them ever plan on leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to see why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also tell me to hit up Womb, as well as name of another list of other 'wicked places' I would never remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Womb is hard to find, its in a random non-descript back alley. There is no line, and unfortunately &amp; surprisingly it does have a 3500 Yen cover (equivalent to about $50.00 USD) with no drink included. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drinks inside are an extra 1000 yen (equivalent to about 13$ USD).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say it was an expensive night. &lt;br /&gt;Ya, like I said Tokyo is expensive as hell. But well worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijqpsdUU9sE/TuYy01RXqhI/AAAAAAAAAxk/TNd2C5M6Gp4/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ijqpsdUU9sE/TuYy01RXqhI/AAAAAAAAAxk/TNd2C5M6Gp4/s400/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685287462836349458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waked into a insane seen, its 2am, place is packed, 5 levels, 4 different DJ rooms and a TON of insanely hot Japanese girls. It makes clubs in north America look like a lame after school movie of the week. I scan the room, I am one of a small hand full of foreigners. Perfect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkdOH3zCPXk/TuYzi0q3-FI/AAAAAAAAAxw/CAkvt9KCswo/s1600/820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HkdOH3zCPXk/TuYzi0q3-FI/AAAAAAAAAxw/CAkvt9KCswo/s400/820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685288252948871250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the night is kind of a blur. Lots of drinks, (sake bombs), bumping bass from an array of speakers, thousands of people (myself included)dancing like maniacs, and lots of broken English conversations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I end up meeting, drinking &amp; dancing the night away with 2 attractive (and lesbian) Japanese girls who have been dating for over a year. Both spoke better English than I do. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOjDSwRG_LY/TuXiQD0Dq4I/AAAAAAAAAwE/EZ1J9uyJAhU/s1600/819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tOjDSwRG_LY/TuXiQD0Dq4I/AAAAAAAAAwE/EZ1J9uyJAhU/s400/819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685198870154554242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One left the the bar early. I ended up with the other in a Karaoke room until 6am. Enough said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Side note: here's a random pic of in a Karaoke room in Seoul from a while back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KoRqFfCy00U/TuY1ipTLVAI/AAAAAAAAAx8/y_zhwMa2E4c/s1600/SAM_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KoRqFfCy00U/TuY1ipTLVAI/AAAAAAAAAx8/y_zhwMa2E4c/s400/SAM_0994.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685290448919942146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumble into Shibyua subway station at 7am Sunday morning. The majority of people are on their way to work and or church. However there are a few other all night partiers swaggering in the isle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look to my left, and not even 8 feet way from me I see Japan's #1 famous baseball player and Seattle Mariner Ichiro Suzuki (in his full Mariners uniform non the less) with his luggage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf34IXyP8MQ/TuY22bLdZFI/AAAAAAAAAyI/rle42GFd3X0/s1600/ichiro-suzuki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 355px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pf34IXyP8MQ/TuY22bLdZFI/AAAAAAAAAyI/rle42GFd3X0/s400/ichiro-suzuki.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685291888238486610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an MBL All Star Major Leager, (and the #1 Japanese icon) standing next to me on the subway at 7am on a Sunday morning (and I still haven't slept yet). As you can imagine, it was VERY unexpected sight to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I somehow find my way home, grab an omelet at street vender on the way. Open my bedroom door &amp; CRASH hard.                           &lt;br /&gt;                             ~     ~      ~      ~&lt;br /&gt;I wake up around noon. Eat breakfast on the 46th floor of this amazing place talking in the breathtaking view of the biggest concrete jungle I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6ZijrpYBfQ/TuY5JX-baRI/AAAAAAAAAys/ZVlfD_v2Ff0/s1600/842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-P6ZijrpYBfQ/TuY5JX-baRI/AAAAAAAAAys/ZVlfD_v2Ff0/s400/842.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685294412819294482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It reminded my of standing in the Namsan Tower in Seoul a few months back. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiytOot2Rig/TuY4kKphTDI/AAAAAAAAAyg/7eX8_3gnVJ4/s1600/IMG_6486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eiytOot2Rig/TuY4kKphTDI/AAAAAAAAAyg/7eX8_3gnVJ4/s400/IMG_6486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685293773586779186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seoul City @ Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udg7mLR5xro/TuY4ff3XXhI/AAAAAAAAAyU/p3Ge9MmGoJs/s1600/IMG_8667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-udg7mLR5xro/TuY4ff3XXhI/AAAAAAAAAyU/p3Ge9MmGoJs/s400/IMG_8667.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685293693382647314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realize I only have 8 hours left in this amazing country before my flight back to Korea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick Tock, clock is ticking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jet out the door, hit the subway camera and map in hand and decide to take in some culture and palaces. I hit the Imperial Palace right downtown at Tokyo Station.  &lt;br /&gt;Sights &amp; Scenes:&lt;br /&gt;Ancient Japanese Palace / Park Video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DZ7Q0qvKMZU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWLnPCR5CPs/TuY6pIdQsrI/AAAAAAAAA0M/jO2K2_kkkH0/s1600/DSCN0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HWLnPCR5CPs/TuY6pIdQsrI/AAAAAAAAA0M/jO2K2_kkkH0/s400/DSCN0103.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685296057921090226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qrnplpgaPJo/TuY5x_VWotI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/HjJPXySk3o4/s1600/851.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qrnplpgaPJo/TuY5x_VWotI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/HjJPXySk3o4/s400/851.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685295110579200722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXKO8cgr0wc/TuY5qok6r4I/AAAAAAAAAzE/WCCppfAEibA/s1600/848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YXKO8cgr0wc/TuY5qok6r4I/AAAAAAAAAzE/WCCppfAEibA/s400/848.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685294984211378050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5trNBrVwb0/TuY5jXTaTNI/AAAAAAAAAy4/fWDcypETd6g/s1600/849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-O5trNBrVwb0/TuY5jXTaTNI/AAAAAAAAAy4/fWDcypETd6g/s400/849.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685294859315465426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An akward Swiss tourist starts asking me to talk a bunch of pictures of her posing. &lt;br /&gt;It was weird. I find most people from Switzerland I have met on my travels to be a bit...whats the word?..."strange." Friendly, but like I said; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;strange&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with an older cool American dude I met who has been to Tokyo 13 times (has an office out here). &lt;br /&gt;He claims this is the best city in the world, I nod my head in agreement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the literally hundreds of cities I have been to, its the coolest by far. Super clean, incredibly friendly, super fashionable, fascinating culture, and not to mention the abundance of nightlife and restaurants.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its an amazingly warm and sunny Sunday afternoon. I feel like I am on vacation in Central Park in NYC, or even back home on the seawall in Stanley Park in Vancouver. Couples walking, people jogging, teenage Japanese kids riding bikes in the park. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop and buy the first newspaper I have probably ever purchased in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ffQBJlrL25o/Tu7-8uSbaYI/AAAAAAAAA2o/1UAs44M3gxM/s1600/860.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ffQBJlrL25o/Tu7-8uSbaYI/AAAAAAAAA2o/1UAs44M3gxM/s400/860.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687763698586446210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink a beer and instantly remember why I never read the news. Its totally depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day at the park and palace was perfect way to unwind and detox from a whirl wind few days in the no stop action of the city life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay down under a tree and reminisce on my trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rOpj8rEeMcg/Tu7-DZG5YkI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ugc2g6R-WBo/s1600/852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rOpj8rEeMcg/Tu7-DZG5YkI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ugc2g6R-WBo/s400/852.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687762713648390722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I go deeper and start thinking about my real life stuff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My career, my relationships and my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whats the purpose of it all? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I ever stop this desire to explore new cultures? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so addicted to travel and is there any cure for this all encompassing infatuation called "Yellow Fever"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can come up with is that 72h in this amazing vibrant city is no where near enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my mind wanders to already planing my next trip back here :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the other 'deeper' questions will have to be answered in another article, or another country because I've got a flight to catch in 2 hours back to my new home, Busan South Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye Tokyo Tower,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqKIMwxpALE/TuCd9dAI8VI/AAAAAAAAAuA/MLF5h-1a6bk/s1600/DSCN0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LqKIMwxpALE/TuCd9dAI8VI/AAAAAAAAAuA/MLF5h-1a6bk/s400/DSCN0069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683716408824361298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AK6hbEhQL7E/TuCe5X4ui8I/AAAAAAAAAuk/vXqkJ3_RRMY/s1600/DSCN0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AK6hbEhQL7E/TuCe5X4ui8I/AAAAAAAAAuk/vXqkJ3_RRMY/s400/DSCN0114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683717438243244994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you again real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another country &amp; city checked of my to do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kanichiwa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040866204902690027-1064844771040068460?l=www.quintoncarlin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~4/TKmS9g5bwwg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/feeds/1064844771040068460/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/11/72-hours-in-tokyo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/1064844771040068460?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/1064844771040068460?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~3/TKmS9g5bwwg/72-hours-in-tokyo.html" title="72 Hours in Tokyo..." /><author><name>Quinton Carlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914877495483350636</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/_TTfwWP8EwzI/SvYQ1SgCLeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tLLVe6AG3Hk/S220/black+weart.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xnFzBoqcS7s/Tu7BV4U0oOI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/uwntCDL6g5Y/s72-c/861.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/11/72-hours-in-tokyo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4HRH86fSp7ImA9WhRQF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040866204902690027.post-5856781732524895944</id><published>2011-11-16T22:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:02:15.115-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-12T20:02:15.115-08:00</app:edited><title>Tokyo.</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vACThBATTjs/TubOPONmXOI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Ei1xV8lJHHg/s1600/858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vACThBATTjs/TubOPONmXOI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Ei1xV8lJHHg/s400/858.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685458340510325986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a few souvenirs at the Narita Airport upon arriving in Japan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_DcdkC-X-Tk/TubOBYfM15I/AAAAAAAAA0k/gr9xvH0lLug/s1600/693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_DcdkC-X-Tk/TubOBYfM15I/AAAAAAAAA0k/gr9xvH0lLug/s400/693.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685458102750336914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fly to Tokyo tomorrow, just found this video of the nightlife. Looks awesome, will post more videos and articles when I get back...or if I get back ;-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nUxAzPIediI" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040866204902690027-5856781732524895944?l=www.quintoncarlin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~4/XSsAFC1iTLU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/feeds/5856781732524895944/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/11/tokyo.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/5856781732524895944?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/5856781732524895944?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~3/XSsAFC1iTLU/tokyo.html" title="Tokyo." /><author><name>Quinton Carlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914877495483350636</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/_TTfwWP8EwzI/SvYQ1SgCLeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tLLVe6AG3Hk/S220/black+weart.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vACThBATTjs/TubOPONmXOI/AAAAAAAAA0w/Ei1xV8lJHHg/s72-c/858.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/11/tokyo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08DRX48eCp7ImA9WhRSEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040866204902690027.post-2428187729611354100</id><published>2011-11-14T03:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T03:24:34.070-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-14T03:24:34.070-08:00</app:edited><title>The Butterfly Effect.</title><content type="html">I got this email from a very good friend and it made me think of my grandpa who died last year who was a Army Veteran named Jerry Westlake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have seen it before, but I thought I would honour his memory and the millions of other soldiers who have paid the ultimate price fighting for freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironic, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Sack Lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my carry-on in the luggage compartment and sat down in my assigned seat. It was going to be a long flight. 'I'm glad I have a good book to read. Perhaps I will get a short nap,' I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just before take-off, a line of soldiers came down the aisle and filled all the vacant seats, totally surrounding me. I decided to start a conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Where are you headed?' I asked the soldier seated nearest to me.&lt;br /&gt;'Petawawa. We'll be there for two weeks for special training, and then we're being deployed to Afghanistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After flying for about an hour, an announcement was made that sack lunches were available for five dollars. It would be several hours before we reached the east, and I quickly decided a lunch would help pass the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I reached for my wallet, I overheard a soldier ask his buddy if he planned to buy lunch. 'No, that seems like a lot of money for just a sack lunch. Probably wouldn't be worth five bucks. I'll wait till we get to base.'&lt;br /&gt;His friend agreed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around at the other soldiers. None were buying lunch. I walked to the back of the plane and handed the flight attendant a fifty dollar bill. 'Take a lunch to all those soldiers.' She grabbed my arms and squeezed tightly. Her eyes wet with tears, she thanked me. 'My son was a soldier in Iraq ; it's almost like you are doing it for him.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picking up ten sacks, she headed up the aisle to where the soldiers were seated. She stopped at my seat and asked, 'Which do you like best - beef or chicken?'&lt;br /&gt;'Chicken,' I replied, wondering why she asked. She turned and went to the front of plane, returning a minute later with a dinner plate from first class.&lt;br /&gt;'This is your thanks..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we finished eating, I went again to the back of the plane, heading for the rest room.&lt;br /&gt;A man stopped me. 'I saw what you did. I want to be part of it. Here, take this.' He handed me twenty-five dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after I returned to my seat, I saw the Flight Captain coming down the aisle, looking at the aisle numbers as he walked, I hoped he was not looking for me, but noticed he was looking at the numbers only on my side of the plane. When he got to my row he stopped, smiled, held out his hand and said, 'I want to shake your hand.' Quickly unfastening my seatbelt I stood and took the Captain's hand. With a booming voice he said, 'I was a soldier and I was a military pilot. Once, someone bought me a lunch. It was an act of kindness I never forgot.' I was embarrassed when applause was heard from all of the passengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later I walked to the front of the plane so I could stretch my legs. A man who was seated about six rows in front of me reached out his hand, wanting to shake mine. He left another twenty-five dollars in my palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we landed I gathered my belongings and started to deplane. Waiting just inside the airplane door was a man who stopped me, put something in my shirt pocket, turned, and walked away without saying a word. Another twenty-five dollars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the terminal, I saw the soldiers gathering for their trip to the base.&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to them and handed them seventy-five dollars. 'It will take you some time to reach the base.. It will be about time for a sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless You.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten young men left that flight feeling the love and respect of their fellow travelers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I walked briskly to my car, I whispered a prayer for their safe return. These soldiers were giving their all for our country. I could only give them a couple of meals. It seemed so little...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A veteran is someone who, at one point in his life, wrote a blank check made payable to The Goverment of Canada for an amount of 'up to and including my life.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is Honor, and there are way too many people in this country who no longer understand it.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God give you the strength and courage to pass this along to everyone on your email buddy list....&lt;br /&gt;I JUST DID&lt;br /&gt;Let us pray...&lt;br /&gt;Prayer chain for our Military... Don't break it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please send this on after a short prayer.. Prayer for our soldiers Don't break it!&lt;br /&gt;Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Lord, hold our troops in your loving hands. Protect them as they protect us. Bless them and their families for the selfless acts they perform for us in our time of need. Amen.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer Request: When you receive this, please stop for a moment and say a prayer for our troops around the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing attached. Just send this to people in your address book. Do not let it stop with you. Of all the gifts you could give a Soldier, Sailor, Airman, &amp; others deployed in harm's way, prayer is the very best one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS YOU FOR PASSING IT ON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was an inspiring email to get today, thanks for reading and feel free to pass it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040866204902690027-2428187729611354100?l=www.quintoncarlin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~4/vssBZk3_qsY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/feeds/2428187729611354100/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/11/butterfly-effect.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/2428187729611354100?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/2428187729611354100?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~3/vssBZk3_qsY/butterfly-effect.html" title="The Butterfly Effect." /><author><name>Quinton Carlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914877495483350636</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/_TTfwWP8EwzI/SvYQ1SgCLeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tLLVe6AG3Hk/S220/black+weart.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/11/butterfly-effect.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQMQHs8cCp7ImA9WhRTF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040866204902690027.post-4772840012505458239</id><published>2011-11-08T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:53:01.578-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T10:53:01.578-08:00</app:edited><title>Home is Where the Heart is...</title><content type="html">I have come to the sometimes inconvenient conclusion that I travel alot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way too much to be honest... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its almost a uncontrollable disease. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that I have not lived in one location for 12 straight months since I moved out of my parents house at 17 years old after graduating high school, relocating to attend university out of province.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have 8 months in school, then come home for 4 months summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat year after year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I haven't really stopped this cycle since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, out of the plethora of cities &amp; countries I have lived in or traveled through, one city remains as a 'home base' in my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vancouver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zzv6F0o1VnI/Trl3XLc5zkI/AAAAAAAAAt0/lfAYOOc6WuI/s1600/589_8985_jfr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zzv6F0o1VnI/Trl3XLc5zkI/AAAAAAAAAt0/lfAYOOc6WuI/s400/589_8985_jfr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672696445744565826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I live in the tall greenish building on Beach Ave) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video really hit home capturing the feeling of coming back home after a long trip and remembering what a incredible city this is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/28821354?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/28821354"&gt;EF - Live The Language - Vancouver&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/albinholmqvist"&gt;Albin Holmqvist&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something incredibly grounding, and therapeutic of getting off the airplane at YVR, and driving over the Burrard bridge looking at the city of glass downtown core...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I am writing this blog post in my apartment in South Korea, just one week before I fly to Tokyo Japan to experience and explore the biggest metropolitan city in the world, (also to visit my girlfriend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching this video about Vancouver, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 of me just wants fly back home to the only place I really consider my home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the other half of me wants to prolong my 'leave of absence' from what is rated one of the top 3 best cities in the world for as long as possible, and stay in Asia to explore this fascinating culture and web of amazing countries &amp; cities for as long as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's the illusion we humans constantly struggle with, the bitter sweet symphony that we always want what we don't have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am lying in my bed at home, surrounded by the English Bay beaches looking out on the ocean facing the far east orient, all I want is to be on the other side of the vast pacific ocean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet when I am now here in the middle of the orient, actually on 'the other side' of the pacific ocean in the midst of the flashing neon lights, busy streets and packed subways, all I want is to feel that soothing touch of home, to be back in my quiet &amp; peaceful North American bedroom looking out at the beach away from the tasty dish of 'craziness' that Asia serves so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as Alanis Morissette sang, "Isn't it Ironic..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040866204902690027-4772840012505458239?l=www.quintoncarlin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~4/YJNnXo4mf5Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/feeds/4772840012505458239/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/11/home-is-where-heart-is.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/4772840012505458239?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/4772840012505458239?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~3/YJNnXo4mf5Q/home-is-where-heart-is.html" title="Home is Where the Heart is..." /><author><name>Quinton Carlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914877495483350636</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/_TTfwWP8EwzI/SvYQ1SgCLeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tLLVe6AG3Hk/S220/black+weart.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Zzv6F0o1VnI/Trl3XLc5zkI/AAAAAAAAAt0/lfAYOOc6WuI/s72-c/589_8985_jfr.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/11/home-is-where-heart-is.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkEHQns8eSp7ImA9WhRTFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040866204902690027.post-7139030896030968168</id><published>2011-11-07T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T01:37:13.571-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-07T01:37:13.571-08:00</app:edited><title>Another "Note From The Universe"</title><content type="html">I've posted  a few of these emails in the past, its by far my favoriate email subscription list that I am on, www.tut.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres my email from today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Be there, Quinton. Go there now and never leave. Imagine that your dreams have already come true. Live your life from that mindset. Predicate your behavior on that reality, not the illusions that now surround you. Filter every thought, question, and answer from there. Let your focus shift and be born again - because dwelling from, not upon, the space you want to inherit is the fastest way to change absolutely everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the difference?&lt;br /&gt;    The Universe"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IT :-) Thanks Mike Dooley for your inspirated words...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040866204902690027-7139030896030968168?l=www.quintoncarlin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~4/VQlMhnCGUX4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/feeds/7139030896030968168/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/11/another-note-from-universe.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/7139030896030968168?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/7139030896030968168?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~3/VQlMhnCGUX4/another-note-from-universe.html" title="Another &quot;Note From The Universe&quot;" /><author><name>Quinton Carlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914877495483350636</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/_TTfwWP8EwzI/SvYQ1SgCLeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tLLVe6AG3Hk/S220/black+weart.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/11/another-note-from-universe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcBRXk8fCp7ImA9WhRTEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040866204902690027.post-1462810958651290728</id><published>2011-10-18T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T03:40:54.774-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-01T03:40:54.774-07:00</app:edited><title>"What Should I Do With My Life"</title><content type="html">I found this sweet article below from a blog called http://www.couchsurfingori.com, that helps answer the question we have ALL asked (probably more than once).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What Should I Do With My Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey I just wanted to ask you how you knew what you wanted to do with your life? I am a 24 year old female and have no idea what I want to do career wise. I am intelligent but don’t know what I am really good at and get frustrated easily working for other people. I have tried several business opportunities and IM and really love it but haven’t made any money so get demotivated very quickly. I am confused.com so just wanted to know if you have any tips on how to change the path I am taking.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the reply was something that anyone can benefit from, regardless of age or occupation, so I’m posting it on my blog.  I suggest you share this- someone will appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a patented multi-step process that took me years to perfect, but I’ll share it with you, ’cause you seem cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 1: Wake up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 2: Stretch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 3: Look in the mirror (optional) – and ask yourself “What do I feel like doing today?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 4: Do that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 5: Did you like it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step 6: If yes, figure out how to make money off of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bottom line is that people are full of shit. The people that say you’re supposed to go to school, get a degree, then have a career for 40 years doing that… are all miserable. Most people hate their life. They go to work, go home, watch TV, go to sleep. *vomit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make money doing ANYTHING. If you’ve studied marketing, then that’s wonderful… now apply it to something other than “how to make money online” — you can help a local business get traffic, help improve their copy and design, and voila… now they make more $ than before. Get testimonial &amp; get percentages. Or take friends that make stuff, and help them sell it online. MLM’s a biatch, but I know many multi-millionaires from it… I’m just pouty ’cause I didn’t make money when I tried it before knowing marketing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about branding. Think about marketing. Think about PR. It’s all about spin. how do you position something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect example- http://www.littlemissmatched.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little girls start going to school and showing off their mismatched socks… it becomes cool. Now everyone wants mismatched socks. They have hundreds of prints. You buy… you get what they send you… you show it off to your friends, and y’all compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me someone else (other than Hanes or Gold-Toe) that’s made millions off of socks… and at $9 per sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it? THAT is marketing. Not just making sales letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great skill to have… but it’s just a tool… like a pencil. You can do anything with it. You can draw, you can stab someone, you can keep a door open, you can use it as a hole-puncher, you can set it on fire, you can play pencil-peg (a game where you keep hitting each other’s pencil until one of them breaks — lame… but as more interesting than my 7th grade science teacher).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Using Copywriting you can increase someone’s sales, control people’s behavior, make yourself seem more personable, make someone’s day, make someone out to be the bad guy, help a cause… the possibilities are endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people talk of “Hackers” they generally are misusing the term. I think a hacker is someone that understands how something- or pieces of something – works, and then find other uses for it. In this regard, I am a hacker. So… learn skills, combine them, and do what other people aren’t doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might I point out something? You asked “how you knew what you wanted to do with your life?” and then went on to speak about having no idea what you want to do career wise. Are the two the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often when I ask people about who they are, they tell me what they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are so much more. You are your hobbies, your passions, your interests, your friends, your experiences, your hopes, your dreams, your failures, your successes, and so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone asks me what I do, I say that I travel the world completely based on who’s couch I’m crashing on next… meeting incredible people, seeing incredible sights, learning about myself and the world, taking great pictures, helping people, solving problems, and telling many bad jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their response is usually a small delay, followed by “Uhhh… how do you pay traveling like that?” “Oh.. that… well, it depends on what I’m in the mood for, but… I do business coaching, business consulting, life coaching, photography, videography, video editing, motion graphics, 3d animation, print design, copywriting, pay per click advertising, search engine optimization, and a bunch of other things… how much time do you have? Or… better yet, why don’t you tell me what the biggest challenge you have in your business or life is, and I’ll come up with the proper solution for you?” (For a few references check out http://CouchSurfingOri.com/services)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you notice the difference between who I am, and what I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two overlap… sure… helping people requires skills… photography’s in both. Both depend on my creativity and voracious appetite for learning… but… we are so much more than our jobs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now then… As a child, what did you want to be when you grow up? What are the things that when you do them, the entire day flies by, and people have to remind you to take breaks and eat? What are the things that when you watch them on Television (or Youtube/Hulu / movies / etc) you are on the edge of your seat, and find your pupils slightly dilating, perhaps you are slightly licking your lips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last tip- meet as many people as you can. Ask them about what they are passionate about, and ask WHY they are interested in those things. What do they enjoy the most. What sucks. Why did they end up doing this, as compared to the things they’ve done before. What is involved in doing this thing? Can you watch? — Maybe Google / Youtube it when you get home…. You’ll quickly find out what fascinates you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember… money is just a means to keep on living… the more you have, the more you can do, sure… but… people who work at McDonald’s are in it because they need money. I doubt they are really THAT passionate about feeding Type 2 Diabetes to the people, while inhaling grease particles, or that they love the uniform that much. Then you got your millionaires in high stress jobs that hate themselves, and have no time with their significant others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then… you got the people that don’t make that much money, but do what they love…let’s call them artists. Read the book Flow, and watch the movie or read the book The Peaceful Warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I’m going to repurpose this answer into a blog post, because I think many people can benefit from the answer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope that helps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if it doesn't, and if you wanna do something totally random &amp; radical like I am currently, (living &amp; teaching overseas) contact me at quintoncarlin@gmail.com b/c we are looking to hire more teachers asap, if you have a college degree or a TESOL Certificate and a pulse, you have a good shot at making it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers to the good life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040866204902690027-1462810958651290728?l=www.quintoncarlin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~4/fbGCb1Y9ffs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/feeds/1462810958651290728/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/10/what-should-i-do-with-my-life.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/1462810958651290728?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/1462810958651290728?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~3/fbGCb1Y9ffs/what-should-i-do-with-my-life.html" title="&quot;What Should I Do With My Life&quot;" /><author><name>Quinton Carlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914877495483350636</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/_TTfwWP8EwzI/SvYQ1SgCLeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tLLVe6AG3Hk/S220/black+weart.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/10/what-should-i-do-with-my-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08HSXczeyp7ImA9WhdUE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040866204902690027.post-3914323074413782408</id><published>2011-09-30T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T03:50:38.983-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-30T03:50:38.983-07:00</app:edited><title /><content type="html">I have to admit, this has been one shitty week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-it started last weekend when I got bit in the leg by a random stray dog while I was trying to relax at the beach. I even had to go and get the wound cleaned out and sterilized. Not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Then I found out I am getting sued by a shady tenant I unfortunately rented my condo to before I left Vancouver Canada a couple weeks ago before moving to Asia. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Next on the list was having a huge fight with my new director who looks (and acts) like ET (and I wouldn't be surprised if she actually was from another planet). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost quite on the spot and even considered leaving Asia and returning home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my rath from the animals continued as I got crapped on by a bird 3 different times in just 2 days, (twice at the beach, once while I was sitting in the park). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparentely that superstition does NOT offer good luck, because if all the above events weren't bad enough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to go for a surf to clean the white crap off my shoulder, and then after catching my first wave of the day, my leash broke (in my 10 years of surfing experience, this is the ONLY time this has ever happened...and the waves weren't even that big).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes to show you, the Law of Attraction is real, you attract more good when you feel good, and more shit when you feel shity (litterly) re: the birds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then two things happened to put a smile back on my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) my son called me up on skype video and was extatic to show me his two 100% marks on his test from his new teacher that he loves (he hated his 1st grade teacher from last year, so his mother and I are very relieved that he has a good teacher this year).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) my mom forwarded me this email below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Everything I need to know, I learned from Noah's Ark . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE:  Don't miss the boat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO:  Remember that we are all in the same boat! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE:  Plan ahead.  It wasn't raining when Noah built the Ark.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FOUR:  Stay fit.  When you're 60 years old, someone may ask you to do something really big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIVE:  Don't listen to critics; just get on with the job that needs to be done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIX:  Build your future on high ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SEVEN:  For safety's sake, travel in pairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EIGHT:  Speed isn't always an advantage.  The snails were on board with the cheetahs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NINE:  When you're stressed, float awhile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN:  Remember, the Ark was built by amateurs; the Titanic by professionals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELEVEN:  No matter the storm, when you are with God, there's always a rainbow waiting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pass this on to people you want to be saved in your Ark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't just get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people walk in and out of your life,&lt;br /&gt;But FRIENDS leave footprints in your heart. &lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thats that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change your vibraton &amp; change your thoughts to change your results, as my friend (and best selling author) Michael Losier always says in his book, "The Law of Attraction."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type="html">&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WO4tIrjBDkk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what living is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what team does...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040866204902690027-6296618267488068290?l=www.quintoncarlin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~4/nZzsH2oZBnY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/feeds/6296618267488068290/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/09/inches-of-life.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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/><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/09/inches-of-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04AQXo-cCp7ImA9WhdVFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040866204902690027.post-8449030799568354807</id><published>2011-09-19T09:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-19T09:32:20.458-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-19T09:32:20.458-07:00</app:edited><title>Best. Song. Ever....|Period.</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/1lyu1KKwC74" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to say...&lt;br /&gt;Besides listen to it again, and again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040866204902690027-8449030799568354807?l=www.quintoncarlin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~4/oje78S9OwbE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/feeds/8449030799568354807/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/09/best-song-everperiod.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/8449030799568354807?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/8449030799568354807?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~3/oje78S9OwbE/best-song-everperiod.html" title="Best. 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Period.</title><content type="html">Will Smith, from "The Pursuit of Happiness" movie quotes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="height: 390px; width: 640px"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVO-H24vENE?version=3"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sVO-H24vENE?version=3" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="640" height="390"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son, Ethan just started grade 2 this week, &amp; this is exactly what I told him... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word for word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FrfqHcT1jxo/TnXigabQ8RI/AAAAAAAAAss/4M8YNbA_SFM/s1600/224425_10150236237601213_505421212_7871796_2096418_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 384px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FrfqHcT1jxo/TnXigabQ8RI/AAAAAAAAAss/4M8YNbA_SFM/s400/224425_10150236237601213_505421212_7871796_2096418_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653673953710895378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is my real life version of my own Pursuit of Happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be an interesting year, 2011-2012.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040866204902690027-6197476306534393205?l=www.quintoncarlin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~4/shvC8tKXP_0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/feeds/6197476306534393205/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/09/you-want-something-go-get-it-period.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/6197476306534393205?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/6197476306534393205?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~3/shvC8tKXP_0/you-want-something-go-get-it-period.html" title="You want something? Go get it. 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&lt;br /&gt;I went though desperate withdraw, the loss of ALL my contact #'s and day timer for almost 4 days without a phone while I debated if I should even get a new Canadian cell before I left to Asia in a matter of days, then a friend of mine offered to lend me her un used Blackberry (which I have never used before). In under an hour I was re connected to society...
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&lt;br /&gt;I quickly realized there are cell phones, and then there is the iphone...vast differences. 
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&lt;br /&gt;Blackberry took over the market in the early - mid 2000's, but Apply dominated and destroyed ALL competition growing 160% in the last 12 months alone, (BBM only grew 11% and is closing stores and laying off record # of Blackberry employees this year.)
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&lt;br /&gt;My buddy who is a stock trader on Wall Street in NYC called me the other day from the "Big Apple" and we spoke about Apple's stock prizes (that he bought and told us to invest in when it was a mere 15$/ share a few years ago which is now trading at over 370$/ share...and it will continue to rise with this innovative company)
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&lt;br /&gt;So, why does Apple grow exponentially while competitors try to scramble to get a piece of the market share?
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&lt;br /&gt;This article talks about this business plan and marketing strategy Apple uses that made it the #1 company in the world this past week (Aug 2011)
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&lt;br /&gt;Apple bite by bite:
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&lt;br /&gt;"Most of Apple’s money comes from recently invented gadgets. More than two-thirds of Apple’s revenue comes from product types that didn’t even exist five years ago (iPhone and iPad). And 78% of Apple’s income is made by products unimaginable just ten years ago (throw in iPod and iTunes).
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&lt;br /&gt;That means, in order to stay on the same growth curve in the current decade, Apple will have to invent product categories as new as the iPod, iPhone and iPad were, right?
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&lt;br /&gt;Wrong.
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&lt;br /&gt;The new products were part of a killer strategy Apple came up with in 1997. Apple will dominate the future by sticking to the strategy, not by trying to invent more product categories.
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&lt;br /&gt;Apple became the most valuable company in the world twice this week, trading places briefly with Exxon Mobil. But Apple and Exxon aren’t even in the same league in terms of coolness, greatness or any other ness you want to throw at it. One company sells flammable muck sucked out of the ground to be converted into air pollution, and the other makes the MacBook Air, the most perfect computer every built.
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&lt;br /&gt;Apple used to be a big loser. I mean that literally. Some 14 years ago, Apple had been losing money year after year. The conventional wisdom was that it’s glory days were in the past.
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&lt;br /&gt;The PCs wars were over. Microsoft had won. Attempts to invent new platforms, most especially the Newton platform, had failed. The company was in a pickle. If it tried to be unique, it would remain a shrinking, minor fringe company. If it sold out and tried to be more conventional, it would be destroyed by more efficient conventional competitors.
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&lt;br /&gt;Apple was not only a loser, it seemed that there was no possible way it could win. It was a relic from the 80s, a minor footnote in the history of computing.
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&lt;br /&gt;The lowest point in the company’s history came in 1997. Out of desperation, Apple forged a new partnership with Microsoft in which that company invested $150 million dollars in Apple in exchange for a promise by Apple to offer Internet Explorer as the default browser on Macs, and other promises. Apple needed the money. And the partnership.
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&lt;br /&gt;Apple had sunk so low in 1997 that they were willing to try anything. So out of sheer desperation, they promoted Steve Jobs from “advisor” to “interim CEO.”
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&lt;br /&gt;Jobs, no longer just a visionary loose cannon, had become a skillful leader. The whole experience of being driven out of his own company, and building a new company from scratch, taught Jobs to be the complete visionary dictator he was born to be.
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&lt;br /&gt;Jobs packed the board with loyalists, unceremoniously deleted entire product lines, and re-structured the company around a breathtaking, new, long-term vision.
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&lt;br /&gt;The new vision was to transform Apple from a computer company to a content appliance company. No, THE content appliance company. No other company had or currently has the same strategy.
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&lt;br /&gt;Apple clearly devised this strategy in 1997. That’s when the “Think Different” advertising campaign launched. That campaign broke all the rules for positioning computing products. Instead of “buy this, it’s faster, cheaper, runs more software,” the pitch was: “aspire to genius, we’ll give you the tools to create.”
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&lt;br /&gt;So while Microsoft sees itself as a company that makes software, Dell a company that makes hardware, Google a company that sells advertising and HP a company that provides turn-key business solutions, Apple would obsess over content — big products for creating it; all products for consuming it.
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&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Apple products are multi-purpose devices, useful for communication, business, doing taxes and other purposes. But the content creation and consumption would be the company’s laser beam focus and the centerpiece of the Mother of All Winning Strategies.
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&lt;br /&gt;Apparently Apple noticed in 1997 that nearly all the ways that people consumed content sucked. Hard.
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&lt;br /&gt;People were paying $12 to $18 per CD for music, then carrying around massive CD players to listen. Television was always horrible. Cable TV services were (and are) clunky, non-intuitive and expensive. Car radio never had anything good on. Books and magazines were expensive and wasteful.
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&lt;br /&gt;Apple could see that new digital technologies, combined with the Internet, could fix what was broken in content consumption. But Apple could also see that the various content industries would fight to prevent needed change.
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&lt;br /&gt;People talk about the iPod, iPhone and iPad as merely new gadgets that Apple invented, which succeeded because they were appealing consumer electronics devices. But you can’t really understand why they were all so incredibly successful unless you view them in the context of the content strategy.
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&lt;br /&gt;While Apple’s competitors were focused on building devices, Apple was focused on transforming how people interacted with human culture. The iPod was created to use digital media and the Internet to fix what was broken about audio content. Likewise with the iPhone, the iPad and Apple TV.
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&lt;br /&gt;The theme with all Apple’s new products in the last decade has been to use digital technology plus the Internet to fix what’s broken about how people consume content. And likewise with Macs and MacBooks — Apple has improved those products by fixing what was broken about both the consumption and creation of content.
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&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why Apple is done creating whole new platforms. There will be nothing in the coming decade equivalent in newness to the iPod, iPhone and iPad.
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&lt;br /&gt;Apple’s full line enables the company to fix what’s broken about all the major ways people consume and create content.
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&lt;br /&gt;I do believe Apple will offer a TV set at some point. But they can’t claim to have invented the TV set. It’s not a new gadget platform in the same way as, say, the iPad is. A better TV is not the same as inventing the TV.
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&lt;br /&gt;The important point is that Apple absolutely does not need to keep entering whole new businesses like it did with iPod, iPhone and iPad in order to continue growing and dominating.
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&lt;br /&gt;The iPod, iPhone and iPad didn’t make Apple billions because they were new, high-quality gadgets. They were that, but they enabled the company to improve content consumption in places where people would be consuming content anyway.
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&lt;br /&gt;Apple needs only to continue to perfect the platforms it already offers. For example, Apple will continue to add touch-friendliness to Macs. Look for all-touch iMacs and all-screen MacBooks (where the keyboard is a screen) in the next five years. Yes, Apple will continue to innovate brilliantly. But those innovations will be improvements to existing lines, rather than the creation of all-new lines as represented by the iPod, iPhone and iPad.
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&lt;br /&gt;Apple’s continued growth will come from growing marketshare, new markets and new revenue models. The iOS platform, in fact, is the likely model for all future business.
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&lt;br /&gt;On the iOS platform, Apple makes money from sales of the integrated hardware/software appliance. Then it takes a huge cut of all third-party app sales. Then it takes a cut of all content downloaded to the device. It makes money selling advertising that will be displayed on the device. It will make licensing revenue from desperate competitors who copy the device.
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&lt;br /&gt;Apple will continue to grow revenue by rolling out this model more completely to desktop and laptop devices, and also television.
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&lt;br /&gt;And Apple will be happy to leave the low-margin, high-maintenance businesses to sucker… I mean competitors. The PC clone vendors, the Chinese tablet makers, the Korean cell phone makers — Apple will let them claw at each other for near zero-margin hardware sales.
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&lt;br /&gt;Apple is the most successful company in the world because Apple has the greatest business strategy ever devised: Fix what’s broken about creating and consuming content.
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&lt;br /&gt;Apple invented three radically new gadget platforms in a single decade. But those inventions were only means to an end. Those inventions inserted Apple into all the major ways people consume content.
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&lt;br /&gt;Now that Apple has product lines that offer the best experience for creating and consuming content, both on the desk and on the go, no further product lines need to be added.
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&lt;br /&gt;The invention of whole new gadget categories at this point would mean Apple was trying harder for smaller markets, for the fringe, for the periphery.
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&lt;br /&gt;And that’s something Apple hasn’t done since 1997."
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&lt;br /&gt;Time to go buy some "Apple's"
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&lt;br /&gt;My Best,
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&lt;br /&gt;Quinton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040866204902690027-1878658752073725025?l=www.quintoncarlin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~4/ojf42MnDfyo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/feeds/1878658752073725025/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/08/1-business-in-world-apple.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/1878658752073725025?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/1878658752073725025?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~3/ojf42MnDfyo/1-business-in-world-apple.html" title="The #1 Business in the world: &quot;APPLE&quot;" /><author><name>Quinton Carlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914877495483350636</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/_TTfwWP8EwzI/SvYQ1SgCLeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tLLVe6AG3Hk/S220/black+weart.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/08/1-business-in-world-apple.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8GQngzfip7ImA9WhdRE0g.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040866204902690027.post-4486853625081982300</id><published>2011-08-03T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T00:50:23.686-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-03T00:50:23.686-07:00</app:edited><title>Business &amp; Life Success Principles</title><content type="html">I'm a member of a subscription site my a mentor of mine named Mike Dillard created called the Elevation Group (www. He wrote this in his newsletter I read today and wanted to post this because its not only values for business success, but life success. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy Mikes message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Part 1 – Core Values For A Long, Profitable Business &amp; Life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I launched Magnetic Sponsoring in 2005, which is now six years ago. During those years, I’ve seen dozens of “leaders” come and go in the network marketing and internet marketing industries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come in, make a big splash, and within 12 months they’re gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s typically two reasons…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: The screwed people over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: They were only in it for the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand Magnetic Sponsoring is bigger than ever, and the fact that my reputation has only grown during that period makes me one of the few dinosaurs of the internet marketing world, who is still here, and still growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet and social media have changed business forever. In the past, the power was in the hands of the company. If they provided poor service or product quality, you were basically screwed because you were limited to the options within your local area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, companies compete on a global level, and the customer has all of the power, because their voice and opinion can be heard by thousands of friends and family members with the click of a mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are in a “trust-based economy”, where your reputation literally IS YOUR BUSINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take The Elevation Group for example…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I launched EVG in December of 2010 with the clearly stated expectations of, “I’m not an experienced investor, I’ve made financial mistakes, but we have a big problem and we’re going to solve it together.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are clearly more qualified people to learn from when it comes to investing than I…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet more than 10,000 people joined EVG that very first week…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I use some kind of trickery or gimmick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was possible because I’ve spent the last six years building a reputation around the world as someone who is honest, someone who is authentic, and someone who always over-delivers when it comes to the content I provide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MANY people who joined EVG, did so blindly without even watching the presentation because they’ve come to trust the products and work I produce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of loyalty, response, and recommendation would not be possible without sticking to a core set of values.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nowhere to hide. If you screw people over today, you won’t be in business tomorrow. It’s that simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given this fact, it is critically important to create a foundation of values for you and your business right from the start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that being said, here are the values that have enabled my success in this business…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Forget About The Money, And The Money Will Come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do something for money, you will fail. Making money is the BY-PRODUCT or result, of helping other people solve a problem. When I stopped worrying about making money, and started focusing on helping others, the money came quickly and by the truck-load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not look for ways to make money. I look for problems I can help people solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Always Deliver What You Promised, And On Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you sell a product to someone, make sure it’s delivered quickly. If you say that it will be there in five days, deliver it in three days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re not sure if you can meet a deadline, then don’t set one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Be Authentic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been told many times over the years that the reason people like to do business with me, is because I’m real. Every event I’ve ever been to, I’m approached by someone who says, “Wow Mike… You’re exactly the same person in real life as you are on the web…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People don’t want to buy from a fast-talking sales person. They want to buy from a friend they can trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Deliver 10 Times More Value Than The Price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I produce a product, I make sure it’s worth 10 times more than the price.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is extremely important if it’s your very first product, and therefore, your very first impression on your new customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Never Make A Decision Based On Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are extremely profitable products and services that I could promote to EVG Members, which would probably make me an extra $50,000 or more per month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do not promote them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because in most cases, I don’t feel like they’re in the best interest of my Members. I do what’s right for my customers, not what’s right for my pocket book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s for this reason, that I’ll have customers for years, instead of cash for a few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Always Make Decisions For The Long-Term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very good friend of mine recently asked me if I had plans to write a main-stream book based on The Elevation Group in the coming months,, as it would help with branding and promotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said that yes I did, but I’m going to wait at least two or three more years because I want to earn the right to produce a book that can truly change people’s lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am confident the decision to wait and write a truly profound book three years from now, will result in benefits that are far greater than a mediocre book I can write today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: When You Screw Up, (Because You Will), Admit It And Apologize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I strive to be the best I can, I am not perfect. Your customers will forgive you and respect you that much more if you acknowledge your mistakes and apologize. Trying to hide it will only turn you into a liar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: Provide The Best Customer Service Possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat your customers as you’d like to be treated. Make it easy to reach your customer service department, and train your agents well. They represent you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Say “Thank You” Sincerely, And Often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t, they will buy from someone else who does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Stick To Your Guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand up for who you are and your beliefs. You will never be able to please everyone, and attempting to do so will only make you look like a flip-flopping politician. Sticking to your beliefs will help you create true, loyal fans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: Never Burn A Bridge Over Money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see partnerships or joint-ventures fall apart all the time over a financial dispute. Always give the other person the benefit of the doubt, and the money that’s in question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s only dirty paper, and burning a bridge or screwing someone over for money is the quickest way to end up at the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Industries are small, word gets around, and no one wants to do business with a jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: Never Argue With A Customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just give them a refund and a respectful “thank you”. You don’t know what’s going on in their life, or the problems they may be having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13: Fire Bad Customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, if someone’s an asshole or treats anyone on your team with disrespect, fire them. Give them a refund, remove them from your database, and wish them well. They’re never worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14: Stand Up For Yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you choose to start a business in the “information marketing” world as I have, you will become a tiny celebrity in your own little way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most of the people you have contact with will become fans if you follow the values outlined above, “haters” come with the territory. (Even Jesus had haters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should you find yourself the target of a mentally unstable person who wishes to harm you or your business, stand up for yourself and take the high road. Do not engage them publically, as they are only looking for attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can engage them privately to try and find common ground. When I’ve seen a negative post in the past, it’s usually a case of miscommunication. I’ll personally email or call the person to clear the air, and that’s worked wonderfully 99% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they continue to abuse you and your reputation without just cause, get a good attorney, and sue the crap out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people are bullies who feel safe behind a computer. That feeling goes away when they’re served with a lawsuit in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your reputation is your business. Stand up for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15: Thank Your Mentors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us can build a business, or acquire new skills alone. We all need teachers and mentors, and I believe that teaching is the noblest profession on the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So There You Have It…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying true to these principles have allowed me to build a long-profitable business in our new “trust-based economy”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Print them out, write them out, post them on your wall, and never forget them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Part III of Lesson 11, we’ll get into the different types of business, different industries, different skills sets, and personality types that I believe offer the best opportunity today…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words of Wisdom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sharing more from my man Mike in the future...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040866204902690027-4486853625081982300?l=www.quintoncarlin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~4/9fPYICIlmgk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/feeds/4486853625081982300/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/08/business-life-success-principles.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/4486853625081982300?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/4486853625081982300?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~3/9fPYICIlmgk/business-life-success-principles.html" title="Business &amp; Life Success Principles" /><author><name>Quinton Carlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914877495483350636</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/_TTfwWP8EwzI/SvYQ1SgCLeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tLLVe6AG3Hk/S220/black+weart.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/08/business-life-success-principles.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUGRH48fyp7ImA9WhdRE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040866204902690027.post-8553233991567328189</id><published>2011-08-02T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T22:10:25.077-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-02T22:10:25.077-07:00</app:edited><title>My Enneagram Personality Type  = #7 The Enthusiast</title><content type="html">Enneagram Type 7 - The Enthusiast tied my #3 characteristics from the last post below, and here are the results: (btw, if you wanna do it, here is the site, its free &amp; fun http://www.eclecticenergies.com/enneagram/introduction.php, lemme know what you are by posting your results below in the comments section if you want) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Enthusiast's are Pleasure seekers and planners, in search of distraction"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enneagram Type 7 - The Enthusiast People of this personality type are essentially concerned that their lives be an exciting adventure. Sevens are future oriented, restless people who are generally convinced that something better is just around the corner. They are quick thinkers who have a great deal of energy and who make lots of plans. They tend to be extroverted, multi-talented, creative and open minded. They are enthusiasts who enjoy the pleasures of the senses and who don't believe in any form of self-denial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevens are practical people who have multiple skills. They know how to network and to promote themselves and their interests. They often have an entrepreneurial spirit and are able to convey their enthusiasm to those with whom they come in contact. When they are able to focus their talents, they are often highly successful. Focusing does not always come easily for Sevens, however. Their tendency to believe that something better awaits them, makes them reluctant to narrow down their options or to pursue their aims with true devotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The central problem for Sevens is that their pursuit of pleasure is compulsive. Sevens are fear types who are specifically afraid of the power of negative states of mind. These they avoid by seeking distractions in the external environment: by multi-tasking, by keeping their options open, by engaging in stimulation seeking of all kinds. For this reason, Sevens are more prone than most to addictions of all sorts, whether it be to shopping, gambling, sex, drugs or whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sevens usually have a high opinion of themselves and their talents; they tend to focus on their strengths and virtues and to downplay their flaws and vices. They are often a bit self-centered which manifests in an unfounded feeling of entitlement. As Sevens don't want to confront their own darker emotions, they also have difficulty acknowledging the pain that others experience, so that they sometimes have a hard time seeing the reality of other people. The extent of the Seven's flight from negative emotions is really a measure of the Seven's mental health; the more that the Seven flees from them, the more their strength grows and the more likely they are to erupt into consciousness in the form of an anxiety disorder or a severe depressive episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they are outward looking and not especially prone to introspection, it is not uncommon for Sevens to mistype themselves. Sometimes they mistype as Eights, as Sevens too can be domineering, especially if Eight is the dominant wing. But Eights are not anxious and they lack the quick, mental energy that is charateristic of the Seven. Sevens can easily mistype as Threes, but Threes are much more single minded than Sevens and don't suffer from the desire to keep all options open. Surprisingly, Sevens can mistype as Fours. When they recognize the disparity between the optimistic, fun loving persona that they project to the world and their own, often anxious internal mental states, they can confuse their pain with the melancholia of type Four. Sevens are in flight from this pain however, whereas Fours often cultivate their negative mental states."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilty as charged...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quinton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040866204902690027-8553233991567328189?l=www.quintoncarlin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~4/jo3EdFL-TSo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/feeds/8553233991567328189/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/08/my-enneagram-personality-type-7.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/8553233991567328189?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2040866204902690027/posts/default/8553233991567328189?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~3/jo3EdFL-TSo/my-enneagram-personality-type-7.html" title="My Enneagram Personality Type  = #7 The Enthusiast" /><author><name>Quinton Carlin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09914877495483350636</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/_TTfwWP8EwzI/SvYQ1SgCLeI/AAAAAAAAAHI/tLLVe6AG3Hk/S220/black+weart.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/08/my-enneagram-personality-type-7.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMEQHkyfyp7ImA9WhdRE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2040866204902690027.post-8177004803162786093</id><published>2011-08-02T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T22:13:21.797-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-02T22:13:21.797-07:00</app:edited><title>My Enneagram Personality Test =  #3 The Achiever</title><content type="html">So I have become totally obsessed with learning about these personality tests, the last one I did was the MyersBriggs evaluation were I was said to be an "Inspirer" / ENFP type, that I was very please to hear...(I posted the results / summary under the May 2011 archives on this blog if you wish to check it out and get the link to do that test aswell).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now just heard of the Enneagram Test Type (http://www.eclecticenergies.com/enneagram/introduction.php) and it listed me as both a 3 - "The Achiever" and a 7 "The Enthusiast" (which I will post after) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the description of an Achiever the good, the bad and the ugly of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Focused on the presentation of success, to attain validation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enneagram type 3 - the AchieverPeople of this personality type need to be validated in order to feel worthy; they pursue success and want to be admired. They are frequently hard working, competetive and are highly focused in the pursuit of their goals, whether their goal is to be the most successful salesman in the company or the "sexiest" woman in their social circle. They are often "self-made" and usually find some area in which they can excel and thus find the external approbation which they so desperately need. Threes are socially competent, often extroverted, and sometimes charismatic. They know how to present themselves, are self-confident, practical, and driven. Threes have a lot of energy and often seem to embody a kind of zest for life that others find contagious. They are good networkers who know how to rise through the ranks. But, while Threes do tend to succeed in whatever realm they focus their energies, they are often secretly afraid of being or becoming "losers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threes can sometimes find intimacy difficult. Their need to be validated for their image often hides a deep sense of shame about who they really are, a shame they unconsciously fear will be unmasked if another gets too close. Threes are often generous and likable, but are difficult to really know. When unhealthy, their narcissism takes an ugly turn and they can become cold blooded and ruthless in the pursuit of their goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it is central to the type Three fixation to require external validation, Threes often, consciously and unconsciously, attempt to embody the image of success that is promoted by their culture. Threes get in trouble when they confuse true happiness, which depends on inner states, with the image of happiness which society has promoted. If a Three has a "good" job and an "attractive" mate, she might be willing, through an act of self-deception which is also self-betrayal, to ignore the inner promptings which tell her that neither her job, nor her mate are fulfilling her deeper needs. Even the most "successful" Threes, who generally appear quite happy, often hide a deeply felt sense of meaninglessness. The attainment of the image never quite satisfies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threes can sometimes mistype themselves when they mistake the more superficial features of their personalities as indicators of their type. So, for instance, an intellectual Three might mistype as a Five; a Three who is devoted to her role as mother might think she is a Two; a Three in a leadership position might mistype as an Eight and so on. Regardless of the manifestation however, the core of the type Three fixation is the deep need for external validation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, not sure if I TOTALLY agree with that for myself, I think that my other 1/2, &lt;br /&gt;"# 7: The Enthusiast" defines me more accurately...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040866204902690027-8177004803162786093?l=www.quintoncarlin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~4/UY2yp00cezA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/feeds/8177004803162786093/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/08/my-enneagram-personality-test-3.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" 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to my eye" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[via Korea's Got Talent]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rntM7oUeFAc" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything happens for a reason... and there is a plan for everyone's life, no matter how good or bad it seems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2040866204902690027-5396295470719113679?l=www.quintoncarlin.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/QuintonCarlin-OrdinaryGuyExtraOrdinaryLifestyle/~4/PvPSj9MPJcY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/feeds/5396295470719113679/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.quintoncarlin.com/2011/06/inspiration.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" 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