<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425004588246419924</id><updated>2024-08-30T09:06:02.738-05:00</updated><category term="love"/><category term="relationships"/><category term="change"/><category term="excuses"/><category term="manspeak"/><category term="men"/><category term="miscommunication"/><category term="the future"/><title type='text'>technical_mess</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technical-mess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425004588246419924/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technical-mess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045653805092476145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425004588246419924.post-5972989131858969482</id><published>2012-05-31T09:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2015-04-23T15:44:46.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dream</title><summary type="text">

Food for Thought 

I dream of a better tomorrow where chickens can cross the road and not be questioned about their motives.





If only life had these complexities.


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425004588246419924/posts/default/5972989131858969482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425004588246419924/posts/default/5972989131858969482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technical-mess.blogspot.com/2012/05/my-dream.html' title='My Dream'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045653805092476145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425004588246419924.post-4397061842867699202</id><published>2012-05-30T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-05-30T14:54:01.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Lessons at 27</title><summary type="text">

Life Lessons at 27 

As we go through life we learn lessons, morals of the story, why people are the way they are... and then we Google quotes to help us cope, to find the significance, the light at the end of the tunnel, or to not feel alone. It&#39;s nice to know that there are literally millions people out there who can relate - who&#39;ve &quot;been there, done that.&quot; Lessons leave lasting impressions </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425004588246419924/posts/default/4397061842867699202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425004588246419924/posts/default/4397061842867699202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technical-mess.blogspot.com/2012/05/life-lessons-at-27.html' title='Life Lessons at 27'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045653805092476145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtsUClu96stzBLQtYCCuaLuP3S6uWGZwvKYtTq2awvJQqLv3BUGQsjAhgJqau6NW1g7FqTWer2j2KXdt7XoCF6rMhz1rX-RWtilMJACs7w4xfKsW_zAE7sf9vlUEtp1of1euDiwIQ4Tx8/s72-c/LifeLessons27.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425004588246419924.post-829382040741978207</id><published>2012-05-30T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-05-30T15:00:00.453-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Attain Internal Peace</title><summary type="text">





How to Attain Internal Peace 


Meditate.

Forgive.

Love.

Let go.


&amp;nbsp;



www.facebook.com/LUIManual
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425004588246419924/posts/default/829382040741978207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425004588246419924/posts/default/829382040741978207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technical-mess.blogspot.com/2012/05/how-to-attain-internal-peace.html' title='How to Attain Internal Peace'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045653805092476145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOhYUxon6OKEeodOE4D82o5PG3Pk1QEOgaacV8AQyHalfaL1z_wZgQcajX3PqVtK-T7r8zCI4q9-GY6AroGtts0Yh5vWzurTPR7zOYZ3HD_Ivv_QNGQiNCgPM-hx9vZ9Ctr1calMq6FI/s72-c/Peace.jpg" height="72" width="72"/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425004588246419924.post-4813334121885709918</id><published>2011-10-13T10:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2015-04-23T15:38:07.230-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="change"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="men"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the future"/><title type='text'>Change</title><summary type="text">The ground: unstable.
The setting: unhinged.
The seasons: changing.
The future: shifting. 
The feet: unbalanced. 
The core: disengaged. 
The moods: erratic. 


And nothing is held constant…
Except you.


By: Nadine Kepford</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technical-mess.blogspot.com/feeds/4813334121885709918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4425004588246419924/4813334121885709918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425004588246419924/posts/default/4813334121885709918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425004588246419924/posts/default/4813334121885709918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technical-mess.blogspot.com/2011/10/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045653805092476145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425004588246419924.post-7109438535983342943</id><published>2011-08-30T15:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2015-04-23T15:38:41.857-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="excuses"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="manspeak"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscommunication"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>Translating His Language</title><summary type="text">
For the single and &quot;unsingle&quot; people, here are some helpful hints as to how to figure your mate, or potential mate, when he/she says and does certain things. This also goes for some women as well. I have said and done of few of these things myself. This is just a general overview. 

&amp;nbsp;If you&#39;re wondering if he is into you: 
Have you ever made any of the following excuses for him? 

Maybe he </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technical-mess.blogspot.com/feeds/7109438535983342943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4425004588246419924/7109438535983342943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425004588246419924/posts/default/7109438535983342943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425004588246419924/posts/default/7109438535983342943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technical-mess.blogspot.com/2011/08/translating-man-speak.html' title='Translating His Language'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045653805092476145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4425004588246419924.post-761117500448002377</id><published>2011-08-02T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T14:44:45.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Initiation...</title><summary type="text">First post. Lame. I got this unoriginal idea a while back and managed to procrastinate two years before actually starting one :)

I&#39;m planning on posting whatever&#39;s clever.

Potential topics?

Ideal Protein: a scientifically proven diet that gets rid of fat. Yes, I said it.... diet... that word is horrifying. By the way, I&#39;m on day one of the &quot;protocol&quot;. 

College: This week is my final week </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://technical-mess.blogspot.com/feeds/761117500448002377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/4425004588246419924/761117500448002377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425004588246419924/posts/default/761117500448002377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4425004588246419924/posts/default/761117500448002377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://technical-mess.blogspot.com/2011/08/initiation.html' title='Initiation...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05045653805092476145</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>