<?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/opensearch/1.1/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;CUUHR348fip7ImA9WxBREko.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819501288312510995</id><updated>2009-12-31T09:27:16.076-06:00</updated><title>Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiglife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819501288312510995/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiglife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09593263009192702785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DEAGSXk6fip7ImA9WxRQEEo.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819501288312510995.post-88443454234939031</id><published>2008-10-03T12:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:32:08.716-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-10-03T18:32:08.716-05:00</app:edited><title>No Ordinary Moments...</title><summary>For the past few weeks, I have been able to bring myself to be more aware of what is going on around me as well as my own reactions. Before I elaborate on certain events that happened last week, there is a necessary back story that led up to said events. As most of you know, I am a Netflix enthusiast. Few months back, I queued a movie called Peaceful Warrior. No one suggested it to me nor had I </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819501288312510995&amp;postID=88443454234939031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819501288312510995/posts/default/88443454234939031?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819501288312510995/posts/default/88443454234939031?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiglife.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-ordinary-moments.html' title='No Ordinary Moments...'/><author><name>Jig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09593263009192702785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16883714359919824129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0YCQXw-eyp7ImA9WxdUFks.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819501288312510995.post-8124675987128227966</id><published>2008-08-02T02:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T02:12:40.253-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-08-02T02:12:40.253-05:00</app:edited><title>Quotes and Lyrics</title><summary>No, this is not the name of the sequel to the movie, "Music and Lyrics" with  Hugh 'I am researching to be Richard Gere's backup in Pretty Woman' Grant &amp; Drew 'I flippin hate MAC' Barrymore.Most of you know of my affinity for deeper  than usual lyrics and/or quotes. I love when I can hear or read something that  gets my mind going on a roller coaster of thoughts about life, love, death, etc.  The</summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819501288312510995&amp;postID=8124675987128227966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819501288312510995/posts/default/8124675987128227966?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819501288312510995/posts/default/8124675987128227966?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiglife.blogspot.com/2008/08/quotes-and-lyrics.html' title='Quotes and Lyrics'/><author><name>Jig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09593263009192702785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16883714359919824129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DkIDQnw7fip7ImA9WxdXFU8.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819501288312510995.post-8893274569211569036</id><published>2008-06-26T18:34:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T18:56:13.206-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-26T18:56:13.206-05:00</app:edited><title>Time flies with beautiful girls...</title><summary> For those that don't know yet, these two are my cute (cutest? yeah, probably) little nieces. Maya is on the left and she is almost 7 months now. Her big sister, Nandini (Nandi), is almost 4 1/2 years old. (So, Maya is 26 weeks and Nandi is 52 months for those people that love to classify age that way). I must say that Nandi has been a great big sis. I had my doubts. Given her attention-craving, </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819501288312510995&amp;postID=8893274569211569036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819501288312510995/posts/default/8893274569211569036?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819501288312510995/posts/default/8893274569211569036?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/time-flies-with-beautiful-girls.html' title='Time flies with beautiful girls...'/><author><name>Jig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09593263009192702785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16883714359919824129'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_IwhIq9nxF-0/SGQoH0qSa0I/AAAAAAAAAAo/v4x37-9MFn0/s72-c/Sisters.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;CkYNQX88eyp7ImA9WxdRF04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819501288312510995.post-8962563646748316511</id><published>2008-06-06T00:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:29:50.173-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-06T00:29:50.173-05:00</app:edited><title>Reality</title><summary>     &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;                                                  &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;                 The picture above illustrates Plato's Allegory of the Cave from his most famous dialogue, The Republic. Basically, this concept was the underlying theme to the Matrix Trilogy. If you haven't seen the films or didn't realize the connection, I suggest watching them. </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819501288312510995&amp;postID=8962563646748316511' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819501288312510995/posts/default/8962563646748316511?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819501288312510995/posts/default/8962563646748316511?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiglife.blogspot.com/2008/06/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Jig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09593263009192702785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16883714359919824129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0cDRXozfCp7ImA9WxdRF04.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819501288312510995.post-6188577587372664214</id><published>2008-05-18T21:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T00:44:34.484-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2008-06-06T00:44:34.484-05:00</app:edited><title>Timing</title><summary>It seems fitting to start a blog exactly 365 days after I packed up my car and drove 1700 miles towards the pacific. The topic of this specific blog is just as fitting because less than 2 months from that day, I drove the same route in the opposite direction. As much as I wanted to start a brand new chapter of my life out west, it was very hard leaving my life behind. I had planned, in my mind </summary><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7819501288312510995&amp;postID=6188577587372664214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819501288312510995/posts/default/6188577587372664214?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7819501288312510995/posts/default/6188577587372664214?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiglife.blogspot.com/2008/05/timing.html' title='Timing'/><author><name>Jig</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09593263009192702785</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16883714359919824129'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>