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Period.</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>53</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-4209028751804878041</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Jul 2008 17:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-07-07T12:10:51.627-05:00</atom:updated><title>Computer Woes</title><description>&lt;p&gt;As much as we would like, we cant really blog without a computer. And as mine is broken ( writing this from a library,) a new one is on its way.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A heafty sum of cash is sure to make this blog a success....be back soon guys.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;HP.com says mi computer order is currently in the factory! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; style=&quot;border: 0pt none ; vertical-align: middle;&quot; /&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/07/computer-woes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-1687853273668648408</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 May 2008 20:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-12T15:01:00.965-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">allergies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Benedryll</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crazy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">disabled</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">driving</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">feelings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">llama</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">medicine</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">precious</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sadness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">talking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the world</category><title>The Precious Feelings</title><description>&lt;p&gt;We talk, we read, we learn, we live, and we ponder. We do things everyday that we don&#39;t even give a second thought to. But we don&#39;t truly learn the value of anything until we actually lose it. Why? I don&#39;t know, but it&#39;s definitely true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As my normally quiet, nice, loving, and fun mom drives the car, tears run down her eyes as the pain of her leg fills her body with terrible feeling. She quietly continues to drive, trying to be strong, trying to not let her sons see, trying to feel how she used to feel, normal. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mom, a wonderful lady, can&#39;t even drive the car anymore due to a recent knee surgery as some of you may know about. What she learned on the cold and dark nights with my dad when she came to America, has been lost. She regrets all the things she can&#39;t do now for a few more months as she recovers. No more soccer games, no more driving, no more taking her own sons to places, having to ultimately rely on someone else. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few days before my mom&#39;s surgery. I was speechless. Literally. For i had the crazy case of the hiccups, and the doctor couldn&#39;t do anything about it. My normally very talkative self had to rely on typing and writing notes on post-its. My hiccups made me sound like a crazy llama(why i chose this? Dunno.) But i couldn&#39;t do anything about it, the doctors office wasn&#39;t going to be open until the day after, and it wasn&#39;t exactly a emergency or anything &lt;span style=&quot;BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00&quot;&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; my parents. They we&#39;re kinda happy i wasn&#39;t talking. (I LOVE to talk...a LOT.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But as the day went on and on, my hand became sore from the constant writing i had to do, it was a pain in the butt and i wasn&#39;t enjoying any part of it. I was tired, bored, and wished that the hiccup would go away. And finally, near the night of that horrifying day, the doctor called and told my mom to get some Benedryll. For it could be an allergic reaction. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And THANK GOODNESS, it was, and a few drowsy hours later, i could speak again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My mom lost her ability to drive, but learned from it, and i lost my ability to talk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though not forever, only for a day for me, and a few months for my mom. Imagine the people who have lost those abilities permanently. Don&#39;t mock the disabled, or laugh at them. Feel the pain in their hearts to see people doing the things they used to be able to.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever lost something precious?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/05/precious-feelings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-2144424783329228421</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 May 2008 15:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-11T11:01:20.755-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">20/20</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">brain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">emotion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">experiences</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">feelings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">happiness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">memory</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sadness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the woman who can&#39;t forget</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the world</category><title>The Memory Gift</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The gift of memory, a wonderful little thing that allow us humans to function, communicate, live life, and learn. As we walk throughout our daily lives, there are skills we must learn, there are things we must do, and all of everything we do requires memory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the stupidest people to the smartest, IQ is not a measure of brain, its a measure of memory. How much can you remember? What can you remember? And to what detail? are the questions that determine how smart you actually are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But, memory does come at a price, the price of pain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;While sitting at home with my family on Friday evening, listening to the droplets of rain drizzle down the gutters and the billowing of the heat coming from the air ducts, we sit down quietly and focus our attention to the most interesting thing in the room. The TV.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20/20, one of our favorite shows on ABC, its a good show to watch and you actually get something out of it when your done, try watching it sometime. But the segment we were interested in was &quot;The Woman Who Can&#39;t Forget&quot;, the title of the book that&#39;s coming out this week. She, is truly, the woman who cant forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;At the age of 12, she realized that she was living two lives. Different, sure. Unique, definitely. She was living one life in the past, and one in the present. Not only did she know everything that she did yesterday, but she knows everything she has experienced, the emotion, everything shes ever seen, heard, or wanted to remember. There are only a few things that she doesn&#39;t know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shes amazed the experts, dazzled the people she knows. But to herself, she has done nothing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For memory of everything, yes you remember all the good things, but unfortunately all the bad things as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For you see, in a human life, there are things we all regret. But SHE can remember those things, we remember them dumbed down a bit, making them not as bad. But she, she remembers the exact words, the emotion, the feeling, the thought, and everything that happened. For she, is the woman who cant forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, would you want to have unforgettable memory?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/05/memory-gift.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-7188957063931791641</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 May 2008 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-09T15:45:28.812-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">actions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">etc.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">friday</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">good days</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">movies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">responsibility</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thought</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weekends</category><title>Freaky Friday</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Fridays, the most wonderful day in the entire week, the one where sleeping on time, waking up on time, doing work, do not belong. Where relaxation, fun, enjoyment, and comfort come along to soothe and excite your senses in a exasperating mix of awesome-ness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Friday is the God of all days and lets our hearts smile and beat to its pleasure. Fridays, are definitely the most fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As all great things go though, from Alexander The Great, to the Pyramids of Giza, everything has it&#39;s down fall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the disease of JFK, to the slavery of the Pyramids, and the greed of Alexander, will the Friday also come to it&#39;s doom?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fridays, are the days when you get drunk, and sleepily fall in love, waking up to being a father or a mother, and already being married. Fridays, not only fill us with emotion, but they fill us with a desire to explore, and venture into unknown territory. We do things that we may later regret, we go places we do not wish to be, and often make many mistakes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the drunken crash of a college student, to the murder of a wife, anything and EVERYTHING is possible. Yes, there are other days, other days of the wonder filled lives we live. But, not many of them come with the responsibility of action, behavior, and thought as do Friday&#39;s.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Friday&#39;s fun is a must but be careful, for what you do with one day, could change your life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/05/freaky-friday.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-234332297746669237</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 May 2008 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-08T15:38:58.752-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyable</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun time</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">going to the past</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">impossible</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nice</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">past</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">society</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">time</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">time travel</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">world</category><title>The Past Obsession</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Yes, the past. A wonderful world of regret, happiness, mistakes, sadness, hope, insecurity and shame.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Though not everything it has is good, we all ponder upon the thought of going back: to the past.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are times in our lives where we know not what to do. And often do the wrong thing, from accepting drugs, to creating violence, to doing something that changes your and someone &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;elses&lt;/span&gt; life for all of eternity, we all have things we regret doing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We go to bed at night, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;hoping&lt;/span&gt; and wishing that when you wake up your problem will be gone, you dream, pray, cry, toss, turn and wish. &quot;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Ohh&lt;/span&gt; if only, i could go back.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Going to the past is impossible as of the current moment, and your going well DUH!?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then why do people continue to live their lives as if they COULD go to the past? People keep doing stupid things thinking that it&#39;s okay, but don&#39;t even think about it twice. Teen pregnancy, murder, threats, not studying, etc. etc. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;People need to learn why you must act and work and do whatever as if its your last time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Because the truth is, you have one shot, and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;that&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; it. @#&amp;amp;k that up and its over.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/05/past-obsession.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-4864018811576946555</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 May 2008 20:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-07T15:29:07.777-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyable</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life&#39;s Blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">lifesblogger</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">little</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">live</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">small</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">society</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">the little things</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tiny</category><title>The Litte Things</title><description>&lt;p&gt;From life, to death, to love and growing up. The little things come along, happen, and can completely change our lives. Maybe we should pay more attention?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Living life isn&#39;t exactly easy, its pretty hard if i may say so. Earning a living, surviving, and making sure your family comes home safe and sound each and every day. We go on living and noticing the big things that happen. Such as the Burma cyclone or the tsunami that hit a few years ago in 2004.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But its not only the big things we have to look for, its MOSTLY the little things. The tiny things all around us can not only save our lives, but help us live prosperous and enjoyable lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take into account the may signs of warning given before the cyclone, as obvious as it was, people chose to ignore the threat ans stay in their homes. Not only was this a bad idea, but for most, it cost them their lives. Imagine what would have happened if the tiny bit of warning had been followed and the tiny ignorance had gone away. How many lives could have been saved?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there&#39;s the heart, a wonderful piece of machinery that without none of us could live with. But then there&#39;s the cholesterol molecule, small enough to fit through our veins and when we&#39;re least expecting it, kill us. Heart attack, is one of the largest causes of death in the USA, and its caused by a simple and tiny little molecule trying to act big.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not only do we have to pay attention to the tiny things in life, but we must learn from them. They&#39;re obviously doing something right, living so well, and so strongly, that they can take down a full grown human in about 5 minutes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No, no, no i don&#39;t mean go crazy and invent a shrinking machine and become the size of a molecule, but look at the way they act amongst bigger things.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sure they are afraid, as everyone is, but they learn to overcome. As we have grown over thousands of years, humans are getting lazier and lazier, and the little things stop mattering. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From a virus that can kill you to the life bringing fertilized egg, its always the little detail of fine life that gets ignored. And most often, gets us killed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you notice the little stuff?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/05/litte-things.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-3304976796266798877</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 May 2008 20:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-06T15:34:06.577-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ABC</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">boss</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">business</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">IDEO</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nerf</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">producitivity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">satisfaction</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">work</category><title>Work, Fun and Productivity.</title><description>Do you ever get those feelings that your boss in completely wrong and what you are thinking is definitely a much better idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you often think that your boss is just plain dumb and if he actually listened he would go along with your idea?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, welcome to the other 99% of America and the World that says YES. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to a semi-recent (i saw it in class) video made by ABC called &quot;The Big Dig&quot; or something like that, most people just do NOT want to work with their bosses.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As you go around in your daily work day, there are times when you wish you had a better work environment or something to actually do. Well IDEO, a design company(in the show), completely agrees! According to their studies and the companies productivity, work space, leisure, and fun is a very important part of having good results in a business.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That&#39;s the sole reason behind the fact that if you walk through their building, not only will you see custom design work spaces, but toys, Nerf darts, and other toys littering the place. And if you look up, you may even see a few bikes hung on the roof!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Fun&quot; in work leads to better productivity and enjoyment. If someone doesn&#39;t come into work happy then the chances that they will do good work or productive work is almost next to nothing. But being surrounded by toys you achieve a sense of happiness, creativity, and imagination you could not find within yourself otherwise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not only does IDEO work proficiently and with large profits, but also works together, not as a hierarchy of boss, co-boss, then worker, but as a team of one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;They work together because they admit the boss may NOT always have the best ideas or the best inference, but they work together NOT shooting down each others ideas but letting everyone express their own opinions and voting for the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you think this is crazy and just plain stupid, you may want to look at the re-deigned or self-designed toys, shopping carts, materials etc. etc. on the market designed by IDEO that are turning up HUGE profits.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you have fun at work?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197365549045066946&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnbzW_MWZzo7feyDDCD4XmWDTJnIzOB8OrnltCq4vfgqIEoywhDrBg7bJ_KxiPmH-Ga3OdwKFFIW_vjjc1Q7byR-d5896zsXMZy1ruHF6W_eHig1y3BQknT4P1h9wSatTwGVBO4B9ka07e/s200/nerf.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/05/work-fun-and-productivity.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnbzW_MWZzo7feyDDCD4XmWDTJnIzOB8OrnltCq4vfgqIEoywhDrBg7bJ_KxiPmH-Ga3OdwKFFIW_vjjc1Q7byR-d5896zsXMZy1ruHF6W_eHig1y3BQknT4P1h9wSatTwGVBO4B9ka07e/s72-c/nerf.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-4027662272522941189</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 May 2008 20:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-05T15:40:44.161-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">articial life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">god</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stem</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stem cell</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">stem cell research</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">trying to be God</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weird</category><title>Artificial Life? Crazy?!</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A few weeks ago as i sit at home pondering what do do on a beautiful day, i click away on my computer trying to find something fun. As i open up IE, Yahoo! opens up to my eyes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What i see after that sickens me and wants me to question everything. For you see, on the first page there was an article about &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Artificial&lt;/span&gt; Life. All about how scientists and a bunch of other people are trying to re-create life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that just made me go &quot; Say WHAT?!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It angered me on how most of the world&#39;s population spends their entire life in some sort of search for God, and now, as crazy as we might be, want to play the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;ultimate&lt;/span&gt; part. Sure people want to have power and love having things that come along with it. But have we gone too far?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;They claim that this will help people in order to become more of the humans they wish to be, it can cause changes, mentally and physically without harming you or with the side effects.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WHY? I ask the world and you, would anyone want this? I honestly see no reason to have such a strange and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;weird&lt;/span&gt; thing for the world to use. Artificial life. Like how crazy can you get?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can understand stem cell &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;research&lt;/span&gt; and kinda but not really understand how you can choose the sex of your baby, but to this i say : STOP trying to be God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/05/artificial-life-crazy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-2817097366379897338</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 May 2008 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-04T15:51:36.745-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">death</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">firefighters</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hero&#39;s</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">heroes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">police</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">protection</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">society</category><title>The Unsung Heroes</title><description>Throughout my life, many a teacher, student, friend, and advisor has said many a thing to me. I&#39;m sure that all of you have experienced the same thing. With some things they say standing out, and others blowing past your head like a dead tumbleweed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But in 8th grade, my English teacher told me something, that to this date i have not forgotten. &quot;Who are the true heroes...?&quot; he asked the class as we stared into space on that stormy afternoon.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And that single question, changed my understanding of the world. Who are the true heroes? In today&#39;s world, celebs are looked at as the perfect people. Whenever there is something going on with them, the news, newspapers, blogs, and EVERYONE is ALL of it. OMG!? Whos pregnant at 15?, AHH! Soooooooo hot! etc. etc.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But what is your definition of hero? For me, a hero is someone who risks their life to save another. Nope, not Superman, Batman, or Wonder woman, but the true heroes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The people who stop crime, the ones who run into burning buildings, and the ones who protect our country.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;THOSE are the true heroes of the world, they deserve a LOT more recognition. As a fireman runs into a building trying to save lives, his number one goal is to be a hero in some child&#39;s eyes. As a police officer goes on a high speed chase to stop a drug merchant who could destroy the people we love, his goal is to make the world a better place. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But for all those &quot;poser&quot; heroes out there, they do everything with the hope they will get attention. Yeah, that&#39;s right, every celeb, tv star, and more. Everything they do is only for self gain and self attention. Thankfully not everyone in the world is like them...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what is a hero in your eyes?&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196627617829039282&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUw_x0o-1AXBmAYsO8Www691fS_xSdF2nQPrYjG8g2iA6dGm4JGtTJRUL7-SjGH9_fR_tncguy6eYvIvY09c2H8JYJjv8P7iid_fyIP2rfGM-EzMPIat83Ae2-Zh9bgtQpav2EFZFis4c_/s200/firehat.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/05/unsung-heroes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUw_x0o-1AXBmAYsO8Www691fS_xSdF2nQPrYjG8g2iA6dGm4JGtTJRUL7-SjGH9_fR_tncguy6eYvIvY09c2H8JYJjv8P7iid_fyIP2rfGM-EzMPIat83Ae2-Zh9bgtQpav2EFZFis4c_/s72-c/firehat.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-8404740780862605989</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 May 2008 19:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-03T15:04:43.407-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ahh</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">annoying</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">arjun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogging</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crazy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">creativity</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cures</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">evolution</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hiccups</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><title>Hiccups</title><description>&lt;p&gt;H-i-c-c-u-p-s, the spelling of one of the most annoying things that can ever happen to a person. They range from 3 hours to 3 minutes to even 3 seconds. The people who DON&#39;T get them are pretty lucky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;From about the beginning of man kind, the hiccup has &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; annoyed the heck out of every possible human. From being the thing that gets you caught when your trying to sneak a cookie, or the thing that gets you killed when your hunting a mammoth(I miss those guys *cry* ), the hiccup is a terrible and infectious &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt; of death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, to this date, there are thousands of people daily that encounter the terrifying hiccup. Some even encounter it for 15 years! I read an article about that once.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The hiccup is even more common than death and birth combined, and it is caused by a simple human abnormality. I would have figured that since we&#39;ve had them for so long, why haven&#39;t our bodies evolved enough to get rid of them!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The one thing that will not let you read a book, or the simple fact that will make you drop a ball when playing football. Anyone with the hiccups in public just looks plain stupid. Sure you can ask for a glass of water like i did, or hold your breath, or even eat peanut butter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But as life goes to stand, i cant rid of this horrifying monster, can you help me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/05/hiccups.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-4068405647730866079</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 May 2008 23:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-02T18:26:49.748-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">arjun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">back to the basics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">basics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">business</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perfect</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perfection</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soccer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sports</category><title>Basics and Perfection.</title><description>The ultimate goal of almost any human being is to gain perfection. Whether it is beauty, money, weight, physical, mental, or just plain out wrong, we all have some sort of perception of perfection.(Whoa, sounds cool!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we strive forth to gain the impossible, we come across the basics over and over again. Though we may think we&#39;ve passed this stage, we almost NEVER have.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take for example my horridly dropping math grade, as my tutor and i worked on constantly harder and harder problems, i have almost little to no difficulty, but then i proposed we follow the basics. After a week, my next quiz result: 103.5%.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then again, there&#39;s sports. Maybe not all of us are trying to gain academical perfection. To play soccer you need to know how to run, pass, shoot, head butt, and a few other basic skills that will help you accomplish the best.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As i train for the upcoming soccer season next year, i know making the team wont be as easy as it was this year. Everyone will run, and practice, and put their hearts and souls into it. Doing what? No, not playing for the Chicago Fire in pre-mature professional games, but playing with their garage, almost breaking it into 3 pieces like i did, or just passing it around with their friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;From sports to business to academics and beyond. The basics, repetition, is what makes the ultimate perfection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What is your &quot;perfect&quot;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195925699913788578&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ8ANVjoZpAlFoNT6eAMyUcbnbipgtn6DRzD5kyRQ9Ov7BLEyXlB_HI676GhyphenhyphenQo9Or9YYTBodqJ4fPY6Ugi_cv8VArWFUye7yl6l62G7WtbNONdHzXR-TVn1ac5iW4X8RbjQ2mhxM0ukC6/s200/soccerball.png&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/05/basics-and-perfection.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ8ANVjoZpAlFoNT6eAMyUcbnbipgtn6DRzD5kyRQ9Ov7BLEyXlB_HI676GhyphenhyphenQo9Or9YYTBodqJ4fPY6Ugi_cv8VArWFUye7yl6l62G7WtbNONdHzXR-TVn1ac5iW4X8RbjQ2mhxM0ukC6/s72-c/soccerball.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-7678617047621187408</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 May 2008 20:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-01T15:26:52.096-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">actions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">arjun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bad</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">behavior</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">business</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">feelings</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">good</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">image</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mind</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">morals and ethics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">power</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">strange</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thinking</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thoughs</category><title>Thoughts and Actions</title><description>&lt;p&gt;We go around everyday obviously thinking and doing tons of things. But all of us, even the crazy man across the street, have or have had thoughts that we just COULDN&#39;T implement into actions.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found this out today as in one of my classes we discusses making and starting a business. We wanted this, wanted that, and wanted even more stuff. But knowing more about business than others in my class probably and about websites etc etc, i knew that we couldn&#39;t even do HALF of the things we were planning on doing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Discovering that what you WANT to do and what you CAN do is quite a strange feeling. Often times people go about their daily lives doing things just because they think it will lead to another. Such as stock investors, many people invest to make millions. Some do, but most don&#39;t. Others even start businesses with a &quot;original&quot; idea. But it turns out they spend thousands to make something but then it doesn&#39;t sell. At all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It feels weird when you find out what you wanted isn&#39;t true. Have you ever had it when you haven&#39;t meet someone or haven&#39;t been to someones house. But people keep telling you things about it, and you get some sort of an image in your head. But when you actually meet them, or go there, your image is completely destroyed with a worse, RARELY better one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there&#39;s always the bad thoughts that usually don&#39;t go into action. Want to kill someone? Well please don&#39;t, and morals and ethics rush into MOST people&#39;s heads and they maintain the peace. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, thinking and NOT being able to do,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Good or bad?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/05/thoughts-and-actions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-3594218517339521267</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Apr 2008 21:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-30T17:09:21.577-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">brain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cure</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">good days</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mind</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">thought</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">weeks</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">working</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">years</category><title>24/7/365</title><description>24/7/365, the first time Ive ever looked at numbers and stared in wonder and in surprise. Hmm i said to myself as i walked into my English class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And knowing me, it was time to actually think it out, 24/7/365. DUH?! Life. It looked me in the face but i thought to myself that that was too simple. And i realized finally what it was near the middle of the period with a smug smile on my face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thought.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we sleep, as we dream, as we wake and do things. There&#39;s always something that will be there with us all the time. Nope, not our best friends, not money, or our parents. But our thought. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The way us humans think is 10 times more advanced than the closest species to us. We have to ability to learn, to govern, to ponder, to wonder, to create, and to do what our hearts desire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;From a neurosurgeon where a single stab can change a persons life, to a homeless man who must figure out a way to survive. Our thought not only gets us into problems, but out of them as well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;If we learn to control our thoughts, we learn to control our behavior, our actions, and we gain total and utter control over our bodies. Some may think this is already what we do everyday. But think NOT to the big things, but to the little things. Can we stop eating when we feel like it? Can we accomplish everything we wish to accomplish?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The mind is our best friend and our worst enemy. Is it your friend? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195163609506720914&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWX7i5Tkc7yHyEuYDQ-167YwlNvrd0lXJLUvGy0WkNH0kGv4jro-WpvoHC02CDENqA1GnJFy5MdmfxjjpMPgqGczF_gB5b-_76mLZPpiofgBBngp91Qts6D3ps6tF06bJOx3SjOthTlT4T/s200/mind.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/04/247365.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWX7i5Tkc7yHyEuYDQ-167YwlNvrd0lXJLUvGy0WkNH0kGv4jro-WpvoHC02CDENqA1GnJFy5MdmfxjjpMPgqGczF_gB5b-_76mLZPpiofgBBngp91Qts6D3ps6tF06bJOx3SjOthTlT4T/s72-c/mind.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-4649731827853522528</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Apr 2008 20:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-29T15:22:05.545-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Bee</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">girls</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hilarious</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">perfection</category><title>The Crazy Perfection</title><description>&lt;p&gt;In our tiny little world that&#39;s getting smaller and smaller every year. There is a group of people who must, at all costs, strive for perfection.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Some of us strive for money, others strive to be great. Then there&#39;s the handful that strive to be perfect. Whether or not they will achieve it, they must still try.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I sit in class today writing about &quot;Top 5 Things We Want the Internet to Do for Us&quot; I reach across to &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;grasp&lt;/span&gt; my friends paper and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;coming&lt;/span&gt; across it with my pencil, on accident..?&quot;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;ARJUN&lt;/span&gt;!!!&quot; she screams, as i sit up fully alert and ready to run &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; something gets thrown at me. &quot;My paper! It&#39;s ruined!&quot; she says as i start laughing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It turns out, that my friend just happens to be a perfectionist. Like not even a little bit, but a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;COMPLETELY&lt;/span&gt; big obsessive &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;compulsive&lt;/span&gt; about the tiniest things. From a crooked collar on your shirt, to a pencil dot on her paper, shes crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And whats funnier is that, she threw that list out. Why? Just because the pencil mark was on it... you&#39;re probably thinking like duh? a Eraser? And &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;that&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; what i thought, and here&#39;s her word for word response. &quot;Who cares! You know that little line mark where the pencil hit will still be there! &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;Gah&lt;/span&gt;!&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I laughed and so did the rest of the class, as we put little dots with pens on her folders, papers, and homework. Kinda mean but it may help her overcome her perfectionism.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you think about perfectionists?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/04/crazy-perfection.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-2986860373591903744</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Apr 2008 20:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-28T15:49:10.560-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">ads</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">advertisements</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cookies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">google</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">internet</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">internet spies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">jobs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">special</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spies</category><title>Internet Spies</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The cookie, a wonderful piece of warm, delicious, heart warming chocolate surrounded with beautiful brown crust all melting your soul into a flow of love. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most of us, have probably eaten a cookie once in our life. But did you know that 99% of the worlds cookies are in-fact NON edible? Weird eh? That 99% of cookies, well they are really smart too, they know where you live, what you like, what kinds of things you do, and sometimes even your credit card number!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It turns out, that as you sit there reading my blog, there are little Internet spies, known in the technological world as cookies, tracking your every movement. From how long you stay here, to where you came from and to where you are going to go, yeah, they know everything!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As advertisement becomes more and more popular these days, marketers are becoming smarter and developing ways to tend to your every need. To make advertisements, ESPECIALLY on the Internet, that you will feel the NEED to click! Some cookie baker somewhere in this world is making millions, why? Just because hes/shes stalking everything you do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It turns out that as we search Google or Yahoo! or anything else, we have little cookie monsters following us around and tending to give us advertisements that we like. Say we&#39;ve been to a furniture site recently but didn&#39;t buy anything, we go Google something and it turns out, your probably going to get advertisements that will try and offer you a better deal on furniture. It won&#39;t matter much what you &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Google&#39;d&lt;/span&gt;, your still going to get furniture. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So in essence, our Internet cookies, say something about us. Who we are, what we like, and what we want to do. So i must ask you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do your cookies say about you? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/04/internet-spies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-2046846504257224662</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Apr 2008 18:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-27T13:29:12.668-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bus</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">club</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">crazy</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">family</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">high school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">iPod</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">math</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">party</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">state</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">team</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">teams</category><title>The Bus Ride</title><description>&lt;p&gt;For all those of you wondering why i didn&#39;t post anything yesterday, its because my school went to state for Math Club, kinda nerdy but it was fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anyway, so as you walk through your daily life, there&#39;s always those people who you wish you knew more, or you wish you knew more about. Nowadays, for guys, its girls, and for girls, its guys! But there&#39;s always that feeling of &quot;Would he/she be a good friend?&quot; and for some &quot;Would he/she be a good life partner.&quot; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we all try to get to know others better and better, most of us forget about the people we&#39;re already with. The people we already know and love. Our family, our friends, for me , my teams, and the closest people to me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And this is where the bus ride comes in, as it was a 4 hour drive from Chicago to U of I it was a great way to just sit back and relax with the people you know. But the ride there was LAME. No one talked or anything, most people just slept or ate stuff. And wow it couldn&#39;t have been more boring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But then, after we arrived and people went to their events to compete in, the &quot;left overs&quot; were left behind. And the events were LONG. So as people talked, they became better friends, and started having more fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After we did very well, placing like 11th or something in the state, we decided to have some fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It turns out that the bus had a &quot;iPod&quot; jack for us to plug iPods into. And you have no idea what happened after that. We started dancing, on the BUS! Talking, being friends, and coming together more as what we were supposed to be, a Team.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For the first time this entire year, we actually came together and had fun. Not as a club, not as a team, and not even as friends. But as a family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So most of you are like yeah, who cares? But this can be taken into advise to get to know your OWN family better. Instead of taking a plane, drive. And find out some common interests that you can have fun with.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make friends with your family, THEN with everyone else.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/04/bus-ride.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-2019764735168265755</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Apr 2008 20:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-25T15:29:13.473-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">future</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">girls</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">imagination</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">modeling</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">models</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sight</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">superman</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">teens</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vision</category><title>Its a Bird, No a Plane, No, its Superman!</title><description>Well we&#39;ve definitely all heard the phrase &quot;Its a bird, no a plane, no, its superman!&quot; at least once in your life if you live in America. From being a kid, to growing older, cartoons and comics and hero&#39;s like superman are just how we were all raised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But that phrase, in all of its glory and advertising, teaches us that we cant ever overlook things. Looking at things one way and then thinking of them in another, is just plain wrong. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is brought to my attention due to the crisis of MANY teen girls and sometimes even guys developing eating disorders so they can maintain the &quot;Sexy Look.&quot; Many of us look in the mirror each and every morning and we see things we don&#39;t want or we want better. From bigger muscles to a toner body, we all want something to be better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we put ourselves down for not being the perfect fit, we don&#39;t realize that WE are looking in the mirror and when OTHER people look at us, what they see is quite different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As humans we control our emotions and attitudes toward ourselves and sometimes we put ourselves down even though other people will almost NEVER see your tiny little &quot;imperfection.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there are the models, all girls are &quot;OMG! Look at her, shes soooo totally skinny!&quot; and &quot;Totally jealous of her look omg!&quot; but as my class knows after seeing a video, what we see is almost NEVER real.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;From a boob job, color up, or a &quot;make taller and skinny&quot; job, 99.99% of models appear in magazines only after undergoing &quot;paper cosmetics&quot; or a changing of themselves on paper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What we see is only there to get our attention, but in actuality, the truth is different.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;People say sight is always deceiving,but have you ever looked twice?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193282357996498050&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; height=&quot;223&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21Nsmr4ajMQsumZNk2vHUa0pHseeDBU6OjZdSiVx7SSDtYtRLXEyzH9wIftPJbJzoLQ8q9DiG1-VjmxNSoXhE53zk8u9DcXp2EAwChLvc05Jg7D0-5ecUaACxyFZIj3v0RRX1NlNMYTMI/s200/superman.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-bird-no-plane-no-its-superman.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj21Nsmr4ajMQsumZNk2vHUa0pHseeDBU6OjZdSiVx7SSDtYtRLXEyzH9wIftPJbJzoLQ8q9DiG1-VjmxNSoXhE53zk8u9DcXp2EAwChLvc05Jg7D0-5ecUaACxyFZIj3v0RRX1NlNMYTMI/s72-c/superman.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-6587673437020266413</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Apr 2008 20:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-24T15:45:10.448-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">achievements</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">arjun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dreams</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">goals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Harvard</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">high school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">i</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">our goals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">you</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">yourself</category><title>Who are You?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;For being a half-day today was pretty good, but in English we were discussing stuff that i thought would be fun to blog about, so here goes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many people simply live today for a specific reason. To help people, to make money, to raise kids, to have fun, etc etc. But are we today trying to &quot;fit&quot; ourselves into things just because we think that&#39;s the right thing to do?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Many people today are working with little or no fun. They go to work, come back home depressed and tired and don&#39;t feel like doing anything. At this point, you really need to ask yourself your &quot;goals&quot; and WHO and WHAT set them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most people set goals such as &quot;I want to become a doctor&quot; because of their parents or just because their cousins are ALL doctors and etc. But MANY of those people will in fact end up becoming doctors but not at all enjoy what they are doing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Most people today have just a few goals they need to strive for and once they achieve them they just sit and think everything is going to be okay. Sure, you may want to go to Princeton or Harvard, and your cousin may have gotten in due to the simple fact that he was head of the newspaper club in high school or he was an Eagle Scout. And you may think doing this, or &quot;fitting his mold&quot; may help you accomplish your dream of being in Harvard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But is this truly your dream? Or is it someone &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Else&#39;s&lt;/span&gt;? This was just one example, but there are hundreds of millions of things we today as people do just because we THINK its what WE want to do. Sometimes what we truly love is being left behind in order for us to achieve &quot;our&quot; goals and &quot;our&quot; dreams. So today i ask you, and tomorrow you shall ask the world.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Who...are You?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/04/who-are-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-8396090778208699435</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Apr 2008 15:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-23T10:44:45.365-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">companies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">laughter</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">live</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">time</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">world</category><title>Time</title><description>Time, what keeps the world in play and makes sure that everything happens perfectly in order with the universe. The element that controls our lives even though we may not know it, but it seems as if we are all running out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&quot;Don&#39;t have enough time&quot;, &quot;Need more time&quot;, &quot;What time should it be done?&quot; are all common questions asked in the workplace. Whether your at school, at home, at work, or even outside. Time is something that we all need a little more.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As Sophomores and Juniors have testing today, the Freshmen(me) and Seniors are off today! And wow, I can&#39;t even begin to tell you how good i feel. From waking up completely rested, to not having to worry about homework or projects, and just being able to hang out with my friends and enjoy life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to science fact, having &quot;Time&quot; can make the difference between a healthy and a non-healthy person. Often, when rushed you being to feel stressed, tired, sleepy, bored, and sometimes even dizzy. But when you relax, even for one day in a month, it lets your body completely recuperate and let you survive for another month.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever wondered what those vacation packages are from your work? Well its proven that when you work a lot, indeed you get tired, and sleepy, and bored and therefore don&#39;t work as productively as you can. So companies came up with a cleaver method to make more money by giving out vacations so people can go be &quot;re-born.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the feeling of having time, is amazing. You should DEFINITELY try it sometime.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;How much time do you have?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192466700757314674&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmecDlFE1Y7mC_UCyOXzsh1dYavf1jNxoihh3gUKv2PAEiN9_DqxXb0QGHIq0ULsPuPr7Ttnpj0et3PDDnSIUyGs_SD6e0dHylsfvIZ0tVCLX2DVWmDjVO-UXiMB4tLNxYUyODIHYNYbL2/s200/clock.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/04/time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmecDlFE1Y7mC_UCyOXzsh1dYavf1jNxoihh3gUKv2PAEiN9_DqxXb0QGHIq0ULsPuPr7Ttnpj0et3PDDnSIUyGs_SD6e0dHylsfvIZ0tVCLX2DVWmDjVO-UXiMB4tLNxYUyODIHYNYbL2/s72-c/clock.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-6507414232998429377</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 21:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-22T16:24:00.184-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">abilities</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">babies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">bodies</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">brain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">doctor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">emergency</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hospital</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">living</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mom</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pain</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">surgery</category><title>The Natural Pain Killer</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Well for all those of you who know that my mom had surgery today on her knee, shes back home and doing well!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;After school today, my dad picked me up and we went to the hospital to check on my mom. And well, i personally do NOT like hospitals because first of all all the sick people and dying people and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;ahh&lt;/span&gt; its scary!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it was kinda cool, because somehow me and my dad ended up near the &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;emergency&lt;/span&gt; room and this guy is being rushed in because he got shot in the leg. (Ouch!) But i hear the doctor near me laughing and talking to another doctor saying something like &quot;He&#39;s just in shock, he can&#39;t even feel the pain.&quot; And i hear that and do a double-take like say what?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apparently &quot;pain&quot; is a signal sent by one nerve to another. And unlike other signals this one has to &quot;jump&quot; from one nerve to the next one &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;in order&lt;/span&gt; to get to the brain. The doctor was explaining this to me as he laughed again when he saw me double-take.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So if your body is in pain, and your normal functionality is being reduced to a certain extent, your body &quot;blocks&quot; the bridge of the two nerves like a draw bridge. And to me, like whoa, &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;that&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; pretty cool!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But it explains why after surgery patients tend to sleep and when they wake start screaming like few week old babies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But this truly shows us the power and might of our bodies. Pretty cool &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;don&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; ya think?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/04/natural-pain-killer.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-7192042475495454531</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Apr 2008 20:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-21T15:34:01.512-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">arjun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">books</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cool</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">goodness</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">hands</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">helping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">high school</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">passion</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pleasure</category><title>A Helping Hand</title><description>&lt;p&gt;From falling down, to dropping your things, you have no idea the difference a simple helping hand can make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being a Monday, school wasn&#39;t exactly the greatest today. As i bored-ly walked through biology and my other classes, i wasn&#39;t having a great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then during one of my passing periods, one of my friends hit me on the back and BOOM. Almost EVERYTHING in my bag goes FLYING. But out of nowhere, the whole hallway just stops, as some people walk by, some people laugh, and others just say &quot;Freshman&quot; with a snug look on their face, most stop and actually help me out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty big surprise for me, i thought most people in this world don&#39;t really care THAT much about one another. But everyone makes mistakes:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Parents raise you and tell you &quot;Don&#39;t talk with strangers&quot; but one, then you can&#39;t make friends, and two, you&#39;ll never know what it feels like to help someone in need.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;To me, most of my days aren&#39;t crummy, and just a small helping hand picking up my books and papers was enough to make my entire day better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happiness is what makes the world turn and what makes others around you smile and feel happy. So go ahead, give a helping hand.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whether its donating to the poor, or giving to the Salvation Army, helping out at a food shelter, or even just helping someone across the street, go and see how happy it can make someone, and YOU.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191799232613146322&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd8WDsKczSYsV8Qf15JIPgpJFRepUcRXBBD7sWf0Feh6-a9xmUsLxbLheFY9Mw11B1m_NPBnBhnfjJPl28lv5FRgNy0Mb0w8KS_JCmu_QlX_uUKXV9GDDmaL415j-j2OptP8GP7FHy88VX/s200/HelpingHand.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/04/helping-hand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd8WDsKczSYsV8Qf15JIPgpJFRepUcRXBBD7sWf0Feh6-a9xmUsLxbLheFY9Mw11B1m_NPBnBhnfjJPl28lv5FRgNy0Mb0w8KS_JCmu_QlX_uUKXV9GDDmaL415j-j2OptP8GP7FHy88VX/s72-c/HelpingHand.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-8228316951982954364</guid><pubDate>Sun, 20 Apr 2008 19:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-20T14:35:39.654-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">business</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">courage</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cure to life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">determination</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">games</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">goals</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">health</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">mind</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">power</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">soccer</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sports</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">strength</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tools</category><title>What it means to be determined.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;Ah&lt;/span&gt; Sundays, the final &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;relaxing&lt;/span&gt; day before work for most of us and for me school. The final and last day of the weekend to show the world what you are made of.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As my brother gets ready this morning, screaming at me to get out of bed, my mom starts cooking breakfast and my dad grabs my blanket off of me and pulls my legs &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;I&#39;m&lt;/span&gt; on the floor growling but awake.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My brother has a soccer game today, his first in a LONG time. For soccer, most park districts have half the season in the fall, then a few games and a &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;tournament&lt;/span&gt; the next year in the spring.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My brother is SO excited but at the same time hes scared out of his mind. His team just happens to be playing the number 1 team and if they win today, then my brothers team will go from second place to first and get a let-by in &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; tournament.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This let by is VERY important for his team because otherwise they have to face the number 1 team AGAIN and probably will be eliminated.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The game is off to a slow start, and after the first half, his team is down 5-0. But as they say, ONE thing can make all the difference. As my brothers team gets &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;tackled&lt;/span&gt; in the goalie box, they get a free kick, upon making it the team rejoices.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But now its time for the other team to play dirty, play after play *Joseph* (not real name), the one who made the penalty kick and the best player on the team keeps getting &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;tackled&lt;/span&gt; and shoved and beaten. But he doesn&#39;t give up, and a broken ankle, bloody nose, and black eye later, my brothers team is up 6-5. (Hes a VERY skilled player, wow!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This goes to show that ANYONE, even with a broken ankle, can accomplish anything if they set their mind to it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Determination is a powerful tool, can you use it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-it-means-to-be-determined.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-6123825018821618561</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 18:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-19T13:18:16.309-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">blogs</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">carfull</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">first</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">helpfull</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">impressions</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">judgement</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">second</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">second chance</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">surgery</category><title>A Second Impression</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Most people judge others without even knowing it. You walk through the streets and think &quot;poor people&quot; or &quot;rich people&quot; and stereotypes flow freely through your head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A first impression, even if its a good one, can be a incorrect one. And most of the time is a bad one too. Its always good to set a good first impression, but its even better to make sure that your first impression is who you truly are.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But also, this crazy life of ours with stereotypes and impressions teaches us to double check and recheck the things we do &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;in order&lt;/span&gt; to try to minimize mistakes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Take for example my mom, for the last 4 months shes not been able to drive, to walk, to sit, or to stand without experiencing huge amounts of pain in her knee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We went to a doctor and he said that it was some form of sever arthritis because the MRI or &quot;scan&quot; of her leg turned up nothing out of the ordinary.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Saddened, she considered getting a full knee replacement, it WOULD help her out, but she &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;wouldn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt; be able to feel her knee ever again and her knee would now be &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;metal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But she was determined to get a second impression, and the next doctor, looked, more carefully, harder, and better then the first one. Because to him, it just couldn&#39;t be &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot;&gt;arthritis&lt;/span&gt; because my mom is fairly young.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It turns out that a tendon connecting her knee and muscle was torn, and &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; she &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot;&gt;stretched&lt;/span&gt; it or moved it the tendon would scratch against her bone causing extreme pain. So FINALLY after months and months of pain, shes going for her x-ray today with a NON knee &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot;&gt;replacement&lt;/span&gt; surgery &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot;&gt;scheduled&lt;/span&gt; for this comming &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot;&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot;&gt;Careful&lt;/span&gt; with the impressions you make, it can change someones life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/04/second-impression.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-713251606993318065</guid><pubDate>Fri, 18 Apr 2008 20:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-18T15:29:49.559-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">carbon footprint</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">care</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">conservation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">earth</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">envoirnment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humans</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">nature</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sucessfull</category><title>A Little Scary</title><description>As our world technologies advance and as more and more people come to populate the planet on a day to day basis, i learned today that the human species may not even end up being a successful one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;According to science, to be a successful species we must live for 50 thousand years. And according to math, the rate at which we are currently using our resources we wont end up living that long.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Did you know the average American uses about 70 gallons of water a day and America, which is 3% of the worlds population uses almost 70% of the worlds resources?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That&#39;s kind of a scary fact living in the US. People such as my parents came here for the hope of making their dreams come true and to start anew and live happily. But is this dream being realized at the worlds cost?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The average diaper contains about 1 PINT of crude oil. And the average household with a new baby uses about 10,000 diapers over the time it takes the child to grow up. Now, that&#39;s a BIG number. And thinking about that on a worldwide basis...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It got me thinking that its time for ME personally to reduce my &quot;carbon footprint&quot; as it is popularly known. And from now on i&#39;m going to make a vow to take shorter showers, turn the heat down at night and use more blankets, and even make sure i unplug some electronics before going to bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anything left plugged in uses energy, and sometimes even more energy when NOT in use then WHEN in use. Kinda weird. Gives ya something to think about though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What are you going to/do to decrease your &quot;Carbon Footprint.&quot;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190684687854908962&quot; style=&quot;DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD47egTtsAav5LVDk0M2Fi-AuPWP4eU2oueM_ZIZvbeVcUeRyOamALene66AulGWtv_78hIbe-qSZ5jsRokzdiiuAT3fv266IkbvIpAgNh7jO_ZAtXWraseRqPzqbGtk880c8gjFCtZKI6/s200/mountains.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/04/little-scary.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD47egTtsAav5LVDk0M2Fi-AuPWP4eU2oueM_ZIZvbeVcUeRyOamALene66AulGWtv_78hIbe-qSZ5jsRokzdiiuAT3fv266IkbvIpAgNh7jO_ZAtXWraseRqPzqbGtk880c8gjFCtZKI6/s72-c/mountains.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8388187711600997914.post-5423403659801487756</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Apr 2008 20:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-04-17T15:35:25.898-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">enjoyment</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fun</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">good days</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">good times</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">laid back</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">life</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">old</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">old days</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">people</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">relaxation</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">society</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">wow</category><title>Good ol Days</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Waking up on the wrong side of the bed definitely brought me back to the good old days. When everything was calm and quiet and everyone just lived happily.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The good days were the days when gas prices were not insane, seriously, $4 a gallon in some places?! Jeez, and im going have to pay for my own gas soon when i can drive. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now we&#39;re all worried about Eco-consumption and trying to save our fossil fuels. My biology teacher said that to be a &quot;success full species&quot; you must survive for at least 50k years, and according to him, the rate at which we are using our natural resources, we&#39;re not going to be successful. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Then there&#39;s the whole dollar thing, before when i used to go to India the dollar was worth around 50 rupees, but now its almost worth 20. Whats up with that? Everyone is worrying about the economy and the way stuff works now that&#39;s everything has just fallen out of place.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everything is more talked about now thanks to the media, before your only resources was your neighbor or the neighborhood gossip queen. *Sigh* the good old days are gone. But we&#39;ve gotta learn to live with the present. And just think, sooner or later, our sons or daughter&#39;s sons or daughters are going to be talking about OUR time as the &quot;good ol days.&quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you miss about the good times?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.feedburner.com/fb/images/pub/feed-icon16x16.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;http://feeds.feedburner.com/lifesblogger&quot; type=&quot;application/rss+xml&quot; rel=&quot;alternate&quot;&gt;Subscribe Now!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://lifesblogger.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-ol-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Arjun)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item></channel></rss>