<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893</id><updated>2012-01-22T17:41:27.252-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Love&apos;s Psychology'/><category term='Life'/><category term='7 ways to become attractive'/><category term='Living Longer with Purpose'/><category term='Confidence'/><category term='Personal story about college life.'/><category term='Death'/><category term='Murphy&apos;s Law'/><category term='A Short Story with a Lesson'/><category term='Dreams.'/><title type='text'>The Lighter Side of Life</title><subtitle type='html'>The finer points are worth noting.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-4030980960368134476</id><published>2007-02-25T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:16:51.810-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal story about college life.'/><title type='text'>The Angel Who Walked Into and Out of My Life.</title><content type='html'>An angel just walked into the classroom.   My heart started beating faster.  She had long beautiful blond hair with the face of a goddess;  pure perfection.  My breath caught in my chest.  She walked across the front of the room like she owned the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced around and saw most of the guys trying unsuccessfully to inconspicuously look at her.  Many of the ladies were doing the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could one person make such an impact?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an energy emanating from her.  You could almost see an aura around her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started walking down the isle that I happened to be sitting in.  My heart was about to burst and I was thinking wouldn't that be funny if she sat next to me.  I'd be the envy of everyone present.  I could feel my face getting warm.  And then it happened....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She                    sat                     right                     next                     to                   me!  I couldn't breathe.  I couldn't move, I couldn't get comfortable.  And for goodness sake I couldn't do what I wanted to do most, which was look deeply into her eyes and pour out my soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked out of the corner of my eye.  Her arm was less then 4 inches away from me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot about even trying to take notes that class.  Instead I wanted to take notes on her!  I struggled throughout the whole class trying to think of something smart to say.   I figured if I put my mind to it an hour would be plenty of time.......I was SO wrong.  Not only did I not learn anything during those minutes (which passed at light speed), before I knew it people were packing up.  Class was OVER!?!??!!?!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't fathom how it'd happen.  Did I just disobey the law of physics and travel through time?  I stumbled while getting up, and noticed that she was already GONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know what to say....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-4030980960368134476?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/4030980960368134476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=4030980960368134476' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/4030980960368134476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/4030980960368134476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/angel-who-walked-into-and-out-of-my.html' title='The Angel Who Walked Into and Out of My Life.'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-2579934575892608472</id><published>2007-02-23T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T08:50:51.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love&apos;s Psychology'/><title type='text'>The Psychology Behind Love.</title><content type='html'>In a psychology class I heard that fear, love, excitement can all be mistaken for each other. All of these emotions are closely related to each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psychologists did one study where a group of young guys had to walk across a old rickety bridge that was miles off the ground.  After the completion of the task they were immediately given a phone number by an attractive lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The psychologists then had another group of young guys who were given the phone number from the same attractive lady without any bridge crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those that had crossed the bridge previously, overwhelmingly called the lady. The psychologists believe this is because their heart was beating fast from the fear of crossing bridge, and then when they saw the lady, their minds mistook the faster beating for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the same is true for watching scary movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a girl is watching a scary movie, her heart rate is up, and they can mistake the increased heart rate as love, or attraction for those around them. Namely you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random words of wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are two theories to arguing with women. Neither one works."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-2579934575892608472?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/2579934575892608472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=2579934575892608472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/2579934575892608472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/2579934575892608472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/psychology-behind-love.html' title='The Psychology Behind Love.'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-6030378674870374188</id><published>2007-02-23T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T13:50:25.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The funny toilet</title><content type='html'>Today I saw the most AMAZING thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I went to the public restroom, (I know that this is almost a cardinal sin!, but I really had to go..) I noticed a sticker on the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Designed for Microsoft &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Windows XP&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buahahaahaha, it was one of those stickers that they put on computers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone is a genius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random words of wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never test the depth of the water with both feet."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-6030378674870374188?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/6030378674870374188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=6030378674870374188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/6030378674870374188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/6030378674870374188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/funny-toilet.html' title='The funny toilet'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-2042902222058537625</id><published>2007-02-22T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T21:06:32.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murphy&apos;s Law'/><title type='text'>The Best of Murphy's Law</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Murphy's First Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The facetious proposition that if something can go wrong, it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Murphy’s Second Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if something can’t possibly go wrong, it will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Murphy’s Fourth Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is possible for several things to go wrong, the one that will cause the most damage is the one that will actually go wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Murphy’s Law of Thermodynamics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get worse under pressure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the best part :).  O'Toole is a genius! or a very depressed man....(sometimes it's really hard to distinguish the two)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    O’Toole’s Belief&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Murphy was an optimist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-2042902222058537625?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/2042902222058537625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=2042902222058537625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/2042902222058537625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/2042902222058537625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/best-of-murphys-law.html' title='The Best of Murphy&apos;s Law'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-628912085015395125</id><published>2007-02-18T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T13:04:15.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps to Improve Your Memory.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b class="sans"&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Have you ever wanted to Improve your memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I certainly did!, and I'm still working on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interest in this subject took hold when I heard about a book in psychology class and then I promptly borrowed it from the library and read it within the next two days.  It's a really short book and only takes a couple of hours to get through.  Here's the title and author if interested:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mind of a Mnemonist: A Little Book about a Vast Memory.&lt;br /&gt;by Aleksandr R. Luria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It describes a man with a seemingly limitless memory who describes how he memorizes.  They called him "S" in the book.  S was able to remember lists of any number of items and then with total recall recite the items backwards or forwards.  Even years later he was able to remember the useless lists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at the following list of words.  They appear to have no relation whatsoever, and if I were to ask the average person to memorize the list, they would have a very very difficult time doing so, because they would attempt to memorize from repetition.  This is NOT the way to go about doing it.  The way to memorize is to use association.  Make the items link together in some bizarre way.  The more bizarre it is, the better you'll remember it.  In some way you need to use the imagination of a child in order to create the associations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows, you might even find it fun!  I know I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toe&lt;br /&gt;Toad&lt;br /&gt;Peanut&lt;br /&gt;Pencil&lt;br /&gt;Road&lt;br /&gt;Meatball&lt;br /&gt;Four&lt;br /&gt;Twirl&lt;br /&gt;Box&lt;br /&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;Card&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen&lt;br /&gt;Tooth&lt;br /&gt;Foosball&lt;br /&gt;Apartment&lt;br /&gt;Argentina&lt;br /&gt;Turtle&lt;br /&gt;Beach&lt;br /&gt;Basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I memorized this list in about 90 seconds, although this isn't accurate because I also came up with the list....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my mind I imagined an image of a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toad&lt;/span&gt; with a HUGE &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toe&lt;/span&gt; (it's easy to memorize because it rhymes) and this toad is currently eating a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peanut&lt;/span&gt;.  In my mind all of this is taking place in a forest even though I don't know why.  This is a very weird image if you take the effort to imagine it, which will make it stick in your mind and you'll easily remember the first three items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The peanut then turns into a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pencil&lt;/span&gt;.  The toad, who was eating the peanut, gets upset at not being able to eat and throws the pencil up over all the trees and it happens to land on a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;road&lt;/span&gt;.  In one's mind these images only take a fraction of a second to visualize.  The hardest part is coming up with images that stick.   And images that work for me may well not be the best images that will work for you.  These are just examples of how to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then see a giant &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meatball&lt;/span&gt;; the meatball is as large as a car, and he runs over the pencil.  I look again at the image and see that not one, but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;four&lt;/span&gt; meatballs are present.  They all stop to see what they ran over.  The leader, who was also the first meatball I see, picks up the pencil and begins to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;twirl&lt;/span&gt; it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the meatball twirls the pencil, it gains speed and then the pencil suddenly turns into a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;box&lt;/span&gt;!  The meatball then lowers the box and looks inside.  Inside the box is a bunch of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;food&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a hard time finding a connection from food to card.  This is where I took the longest in memorizing the list.  I just couldn't think of one.  Take a moment and see if you can come up with one as practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many seconds had passed I had to make a complete change in background.  Rather then an empty highway with meatballs rolling down it, I went into a kitchen.  Inside the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kitchen&lt;/span&gt;, there was a party where everyone was eating &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cards&lt;/span&gt; rather than food.  After they noticed what they were eating they hurt their teeth.  (I had to remember that it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tooth&lt;/span&gt; and not teeth when saying the list)  This was a bad connection for me because I had an extremely hard time remembering what was first; the kitchen or cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you thought of a better connections please use it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I created an image of people playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;foosball&lt;/span&gt;, but instead of using a ball, they are using a tooth.  I then imaged the people playing to be dark skinned college students with which I could get the connection of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apartment&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Argentina&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next I imaged that one of the students loses and yells.  I see the sound waves of the yell traveling to a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt; where a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;turtle&lt;/span&gt; was sleeping.  The yell woke the turtle up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My final image was of people playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;basketball&lt;/span&gt;, but instead of using a regular ball, they were using turtles!  I could see them dribbling the turtles and shooting them through the hoops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I had all these images, which took a decently quick time to come up with, I could recite the 20 random words both forwards and backwards.  This method takes practice, and I would suggest making your own list, or having someone make one for you, and then trying to come up with your own associations between the objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun with it and restore your imagination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-628912085015395125?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/628912085015395125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=628912085015395125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/628912085015395125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/628912085015395125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/steps-to-improve-your-memory.html' title='Steps to Improve Your Memory.'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-3977918124641487668</id><published>2007-02-17T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T14:47:15.452-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Short Story with a Lesson'/><title type='text'>A Story of Misinterpretation.</title><content type='html'>This is a story that I heard from my cousin, that she remembered as a little girl, which is phenomenal because at the time she was too young to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mom and her cute little girl went to McDonald's.  After ordering they went and sat down to enjoy their inexpensive meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl was eating her fries when she came across the largest french fry she had ever seen!   And so, like any little girl feeling very proud, she held up the fry and showed it to her Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mama, Eishd ciemc" (She was too young to be able to speak)  She just made some sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parent smiled and simply said "thank you sweetie."  The Mom then took and ate the french fry mistaking the little girls action as kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little child promptly began to cry to which the mother scooped up her little child and held her close while bearing a puzzled look on her face, but making soothing sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl looks up with a wet streaked face at her mothers face and wishes she could explain to her Mom.....but she is unable to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life there are things we simply can't understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-3977918124641487668?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/3977918124641487668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=3977918124641487668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/3977918124641487668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/3977918124641487668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/story-of-misinterpretation.html' title='A Story of Misinterpretation.'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-7128880286399934732</id><published>2007-02-17T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T18:46:45.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Confidence'/><title type='text'>Gaining Confidence</title><content type='html'>Confidence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Key to gaining confidence is in the realization that the possible outcomes of the action are not as scary as you make them out to be.  Truly, in the considerations of the outcomes, you'll see how silly it is for you to be balked by fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this fear caused by?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -Some say it's the fear of rejection.  But after thinking about being rejected the fear is gone.  At worst you'll just be negated and shunned for the rest of you're life by one out of six billion.  Actually it's possible a group of people will shun you, but highly doubtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -It's the fear of action.  DOING something is a lot harder then just sitting back and NOT doing something.  It takes EFFORT, which is something many of us groan at doing.  And it takes energy.  Some of your own personal energy that could be spent doing other things.... like making money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time IS money and energy is related to time, therefore ENERGY is related to money.&lt;br /&gt;~Q.E.D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even if you ARE using this energy to make money, one has to think which path is the MOST beneficial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a great quote that I can't remember exactly and I apologize to the author in advance if it's mistaken a little, but the gist of it is that strangers are just FRIENDS waiting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if it doesn't work out, nine times out of ten you'll make a new friend, or at least a new acquaintance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When walking someplace, you want to FEEL like you own the place, and everyone in there is EQUAL to you. (Not lower and not higher, whether pretty or not)  You have two pistols in your waist and are the COOLEST, baddest dude ever!  Play an UPLIFTING song in your head if you're able and let it work it's MAGIC.  Let the music FLOW through ever part of your being, right down to the very core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With enough of a boost, you'll feel like you can do anything.  And you CAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go get them tiger!  gRRR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-7128880286399934732?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/7128880286399934732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=7128880286399934732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/7128880286399934732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/7128880286399934732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/confidence.html' title='Gaining Confidence'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-7691328986493658984</id><published>2007-02-17T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T11:08:16.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Managing Depression</title><content type='html'>Feeling depressed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression is a very real symptom that affects every single one of us at some point in our lives.  There are many different reasons that people become depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps your loved one just died, or you just broke up with a girlfriend/boyfriend, or maybe the Dallas Cowboys just lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you don't even know why you feel depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you deal with this depression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're feeling really down, the best way is to either take a long nap, or a long hot shower.  The shower and the nap alone won't cure you, but it gives you time to THINK and discover what is keeping you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's a very insignificant thing, something that isn't readily noticeable.  Or it could be a culmination of small things that add up to really get you down.  Identify what it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This takes practice, but after a few times you'll be able to readily identify the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, the last time I felt depressed was because I changed a habit.  I slept in really really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; late and felt like sludge for the entire day.  And honestly it wasn't until the next day that I realized why I felt like gunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fixing the Problems&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Figuring out the problem is half the battle!  (if it was part of the problem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you identify the problem, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FIX IT&lt;/span&gt;, if possible....  If it's an irreversible incident, then another method is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been said that time will cure anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a loved one dies, no amount of time will make your feeling diminish.   But you can change this feeling from sadness into happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dog died years ago.  She had gotten cancer and was deteriorating slowly.  She mostly stayed in her bed and slept all day constantly in pain.  She was too weak to even want to eat.  So it was decided to put her asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was devastated even though I could understand why it was necessary.  Depression inevitable hit, and it hit hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the present day I still think about her.  But when I think about her it doesn't make me sad, it makes me happy.  Remembering her face, her barking, her snuggling next to you; her particular quirks and her personality.  It makes me smile now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making a depressing memory into an inner strength is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you accomplish this?  How do you climb out of the black hole of depression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and depression define each other.  Without knowing depression, you cannot appreciate happiness;  this is the key to appreciating depression.  And the deeper the depression the greater your appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be completely honest I was slightly depressed when I started writing this, and now I feel great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write about your problems, it'll help.  Get things off your chest.  Write about anything you want to.   Just let your fingers go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random words or wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Indecision is the key to flexibility."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-7691328986493658984?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/7691328986493658984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=7691328986493658984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/7691328986493658984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/7691328986493658984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/managing-depression.html' title='Managing Depression'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-8547831551418132640</id><published>2007-02-16T23:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T19:56:31.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Form and Keep a Habit.</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wanted a habit, but was unable to keep the habit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd start for a couple of days, but then it'd wear off and you'd go back to your original ways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps your new years resolution was to quit smoking, but by the time January 10th came around, you'd be slacking already. (If you even made it that far!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing a habit, whether it be to quit smoking or to exercise everyday, takes a strong will power.  But will power alone will not form a habit;  you have to believe that the habit is good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, let's say that you're trying to get into shape and work out everyday.   The first few days are easy, but by the time day four or day five rolls around, the motivation seems to have just disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where'd it go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The motivation is gone because after a couple days you are instructing your subconscious that working out is bad(you feel discomfort), and that taking a day off would be good for your health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't listen to your subconscious! (If it's telling you these things.  Or better yet, change what your subconscious is telling you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"There is no pretending to the subconscious mind. Every thought is real."– Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Sadly your subconscious KNOWS that you don't really want to work out.  Even if you are telling yourself that you do.&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your desires are in contrast with what your spirit desires, it can be extraordinarily difficult to get anything done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is to change what your subconscious is saying by controlling your conscious thoughts.  Your conscious thoughts are where all your beliefs first are formulated.  When you first start thinking, "oh man, my arms are SO sore...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TURN OFF that thought immediately!  Instead counter that initial feeling with, "HA, I can feel my arms getting STRONGER, I can feel the POWER!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to be energetic about it in your mind to form a strong impression on your subconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-"Any thought or action that you repeat over and over will eventually become a new habit." – The Law of Habit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I realize this is obvious, but I thought it should be included.  If you can just force yourself(if need by) to work out over and over it'll eventually be a habit and won't be contested by your subconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't submit to your subconscious, but submit your subconscious.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-8547831551418132640?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/8547831551418132640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=8547831551418132640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/8547831551418132640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/8547831551418132640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-to-form-and-keep-habit.html' title='How to Form and Keep a Habit.'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-4065861979730744915</id><published>2007-02-16T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T20:22:34.895-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='7 ways to become attractive'/><title type='text'>7 ways to become more attractive</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had those days you look into a mirror, and you're like WOW!  I look fantastic today, but then the next day or even that very night you look in the mirror and think you look like a pale of sludge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is it that caused this change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've felt the same way and so I decided to try to figure it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some examination, I decided that it's not how I actually look.  I look the same regardless of whether or not I believe I look good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's how I FEEL.   The feeling will determine how I feel that I look like.  If I feel rotten, I feel that I look rotten.   And of course the opposite is true also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first I'll discuss a few ways to personally feel more attractive, and then what to do with this attractiveness!  Or in other words, how to be attractive to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Take care of yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't neglect your personal hygiene.  This is the most basic form of being attractive.  If you don't take care of yourself, then people around you will know that you don't care about yourself.  And how can someone care for you if you don't care about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I used to sit next to a person in a 8am class.  And every time he yawned, his breath would realize a putrid odor that would smell like ROTTEN EGGS.  It was repulsive!  Please, please, please don't forget to brush your teeth in the morning, even if you don't eat anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other basic including showering daily and using deodorant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Take care of your body!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't like how your body looks?  Fix it!   I realize that this simple sentence is not so simple in reality and may result in a complete alteration of life styles. (This also includes eating health...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changing your life style is worth it if you're happier in the long run.   As Nike says, "Just do it!"&lt;br /&gt;You're body will appreciate it in the long run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might not realize it, but carrying around an extra 10-20 pounds everywhere can sap your daily energy.  Imagine you have two ten pound dumbbells that you are constantly carrying!  Now imagine dropping them!  You'll feel like you can fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hop to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Eat Healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a follow up to number two, eat well!  This is part of taking care of your body, but it is so incredibly important I thought it deserved a number of it's own.  It's amazing how many college students don't know how to eat healthy.   The freshman fifteen sadly happens to the majority of incoming young ins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gummy worms and double chocolate fudge brownie ice cream is NOT a healthy breakfast. (Although it may be cool)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you care for your body, then try not to make it upset with a constant intake of badness.  Your body likes variety.  This includes fruits and veggies!  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;small amount of fat/sugar.  As well as other food types I'm sure you're familiar with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key is to not just be familiar with it, but to make it into a routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around your apartment.  Are there any fruits around?  If not, consider going to buy some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Energize that body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Sleep well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bags under the eyes aren't very attractive.  In fact extra baggage anywhere in today's society is seen as unattractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also goes under a part of taking care of your body.  If you don't sleep well, you won't feel well.   And if you don't feel well, you won't feel that you look well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this time in your life it's hard to know how much sleep your body needs.  Is it the recommended 9-10 hours for adolescence or the 6-8 hours for adults?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found that if I do in fact have the chance to sleep in for 10 hours I generally feel groggy for that day.  Between six and a half hours and seven and a half hours is what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the amount of sleep that YOUR body needs.  And then form a habit of always sleeping the same number of hours each night if possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regenerate your body after the arduous college days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The previous ones are things that make you feel more attractive, and with that feeling you can BE more attractive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say you are what you eat, but I think a more apt phrase would be, you are what you THINK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next few are how to ATTRACT now that you feel attractive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5)  Be optimistic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like bugs are attracted to the lights, people are attracted to the upbeat persona.  The energy is contagious.  Be excited about life and all that life has to offer.  Show your feelings as well (especially happy ones!)  Let people know who you are.  If you feel happy, show it!  This can be done in many ways from extreme ones like jumping up and down to small ones like simply smiling.  Both accomplish the goal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show others who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This incredible simple action can make a dull face absolutely radiant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't like your smile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then practice!  The people who have the radiant smiles weren't born with them.  The got those smiles by smiling all the time!  Practice in the mirror if you have to.  The more you smile, the easier it will be to smile.  Try smiling now :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face is composed of many muscles, they need to be worked out!  Try working out your face muscles at least once a day.  (I wouldn't recommend doing this type of workout in public....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile, smile, smile, smile, and smile some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Be daring and don't forget to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last and most important thing is to remember this is YOUR life.  Live your life how you want to and not how others want you to live.  If you try to satisfy others people's ideas of how to live your life, you'll end up being their prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Break free, have fun, and shine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-4065861979730744915?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/4065861979730744915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=4065861979730744915' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/4065861979730744915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/4065861979730744915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/7-ways-to-become-more-attractive.html' title='7 ways to become more attractive'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-7254527899236375030</id><published>2007-02-16T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T18:57:38.972-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living Longer with Purpose'/><title type='text'>How to Live a Long and Purposeful Life.</title><content type='html'>I'll first start with discussing how to life a long life, although living a long life without purpose is not really living at all and in fact it is hard to live a long life without having a reason for living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret to living a long life will seem obvious to most people.  In fact I think that if you wanted to sum the secret up, I'd simply tell you that the secret to living a longer life is to live your grown up life as you did when you were a child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important aspect of this is STAYING ACTIVE.  Children run around all day going from activity to activity seemingly to never tire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment and close your eyes.  What do you feel?  Exhausted? Tired? Worn out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do children feel these?  No sir!  Children cry when told to go to bed, and they hate nap time in school.  I'm sure you can remember those days...when you were made to go to bed at 8:30pm!&lt;br /&gt;even though the next morning you would promptly wake up at 5-6am and watch cartoons.  This is a healthy habit the adults implement, but rarely follow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grown ups?  I bet if you're anything like me (before I realized the "secret") that you would LOVE to have nap time at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do you get this energy of the young?  There are many small ways to do this, such as having a consistent sleep pattern, eating healthy, exercising, taking daily vitamins etc.  Even drinking more water can help!  The MOST important way to do it however, that will make a BIG change will be discussed later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sleep Pattern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you ever experience days where your body is just not willing to go to sleep?  You lie awake staring at the ceiling wondering why you  cannot go to sleep.  This is because you have not developed an effective system of sleeping.  Your body and brain doesn't know what to expect in an unroutined cycle .  You might tell yourself to go to bed at whatever time, but your body and brain might be completely confused if it's different from before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is essential to develop a consistent sleep pattern.   Is this hard to do?  Not particularly.   However, you may have to change your lifestyle to a large degree depending on how you currently live.  If you party during the weekends, going to bed at 4-5am in the morning, then there's a big chance that you will feel exhausted during the week and unable to go to bed at a "normal" time.  Unless of course, you go to bed at 4-5am EVERYDAY.  Consistency is the key.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep is a time for your body to regenerate.  Without regeneration, it's hard to survive.  And without consistency, it's hard to sleep deeply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping well is also of great importance.  Have you ever had the nights where you sleep 9-10 hours, and yet when you finally get up you feel groggy?  Simply put, this is because you didn't sleep &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well&lt;/span&gt;.  To sleep well you need to develop a routine. The best way to do this is to go to bed at whatever time you feel tired at.  It shouldn't take you longer than 10-15 minutes to fall asleep.  And then to wake up at a set time, say 5-6am.  Rise with the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how much more productive you can become after implementing these strategies.  You'll feel better, be healthier, add productivity to your life, and have more energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Exercise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how many people simply do not participate in any cardio activity during a week!  Even taking a walk around the block everyday can make a significant difference.  Most people have excuses to skip out on it; the biggest excuse being that "I don't have time."  Twenty four hours is a VERY long time and you can accomplish many many things in that time.   (Take a look at the article How to Get Things done, which will also save you time during the day.)  On top of that, if you develop a consistent sleeping schedule you'll gain ~1 hour a day!  With that extra hour you should work out in some way, if you don't already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many many different ways to work out.  Sign up for a dance class, or play some racquetball,  or just simply go outside and walk around for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a partner while doing this can be very beneficial in both getting you out and also in enjoying your time working out.  Joining some sort of club is a fantastic way to have fun, meet new interesting people who share the same interests that you do, and also get the work out that your body NEEDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise not only helps you physically; it is proven to release endorphins&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that make you feel happier/less depressed.  Exercising helps not only your physical body, but also your mental mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also exercise the brain.  When it comes to your brain the phrase "use it or lose it" is very frightening real.  Most memory and motor skills are lost to old age due to inactivity and lack of stimulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eating Healthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I just recently realized the importance of eating healthy.  I used to eat ramen noodles with hot Cheeto's every week day for lunch.  I was short winded and tired ALL the time.  I'd fall asleep in class and even couldn't stay awake during movies.  But then I changed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While changing my sleep schedule, I also decided to eat HEALTHY!  And the improvements have been vast.  I'm livelier and more energetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I would attempt to have a conversation with someone on the bus while riding to classes, this being like 10-15 minutes right after I had woken up.  And let me tell you, it was a CHORE.  Again this was because I was exhausted...all the time.  The reason I bring this up is because changing this little things will make differences over all aspects of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I eat veggies and fruits every single day.  I also eat a healthy breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I would just run out the door barely even having my clothes on.  My motto was sleep as much as possible (this included skipping out on breakfast).  Man oh man.......was I totally wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I would fall asleep all the time and have no energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say breakfast is the most important meal of the day and I absolutely believe that 100%!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eat healthy, live longer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Big One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;These listed above are minor things to make small improvements in your living.  To get the vitality and energy of the youth you have to find a REASON to get out of bed in the morning;  a reason to stay healthy and exercise; a reason...to keep on going.  Why are you going to school, taking classes, or going to work?  Is it because of social tendencies?  Or is it because you are meant to be there?  Do you look forward to it each day?  Or is it just another day?  Without a purpose these questions can be very very depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find that reason!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard a story (don't know if it's true or not) about Chinese men who are in prison and they die for no apparent reason.  It's like they simply gave up on life out of utter loneliness and depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I figure, if you're reading this (meaning you're not dead), then you have a reason for living.  Finding this reason can be very very difficult, but it's essential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe a good way to find that reason is to simply follow your dreams.  (I will be discussing this in greater detail in an article I'm currently writing....it's going to be a long one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep well, Eat well, Reason well, and Live well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-7254527899236375030?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/7254527899236375030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=7254527899236375030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/7254527899236375030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/7254527899236375030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/how-to-live-long-and-purposeful-life.html' title='How to Live a Long and Purposeful Life.'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-5914160047341934288</id><published>2007-02-15T15:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:32:39.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>The most beautiful eyes. (pic)</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="file:///C:/Documents%20and%20Settings/HP_Owner/My%20Documents/My%20Pictures/face.jpg" alt="" /&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i61.photobucket.com/albums/h41/pedagogue/face.jpg" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl has the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen.  I believe she's an actor from the popular show Gilmore Girls and her name is Alexis Bledel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even her name is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge anyone to find a more beautiful person, particularly more beautiful eyes.   Her eyes just capture you, and won't let go.  One could stare at them for an eternity and never be discontent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect I'll get no replies not because no one is up to the challenge, but because no one can succeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-5914160047341934288?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/5914160047341934288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=5914160047341934288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/5914160047341934288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/5914160047341934288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/most-beautiful-eyes.html' title='The most beautiful eyes. (pic)'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-7043380863793109015</id><published>2007-02-15T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T18:02:36.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death'/><title type='text'>Comments on Isaac Asimov's quote</title><content type='html'>"Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;b&gt;Isaac Asimov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;I read this quote and I thought...WOW, how completely and utterly true.  Did it erase my fear of dying?   Sadly no.  But it did erase my fear of death.   And there is an important distinction between the two.  Namely one is an action and one is a noun.  According to the quote the action is the troublesome area.  And so I tried to think of the most pleasant and quickest way to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not, I think that decapitation (if done right) would be the least painful and the quickest way to die, even though it is a horrifying act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But think about it, one moment you're alive and well; then about five seconds later you are through the troublesome transition and into the eternal peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-7043380863793109015?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/7043380863793109015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=7043380863793109015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/7043380863793109015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/7043380863793109015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/comments-on-isaac-asimovs-quote.html' title='Comments on Isaac Asimov&apos;s quote'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-7116606344464103135</id><published>2007-02-14T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:34:59.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Bad Breath</title><content type='html'>I was sitting on the bus (I seem to spend a good deal of time on buses lately) and the girl next to me got out a piece of gum and put it into her mouth, which prompted me to immediately  wonder if I had bad breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I sat back, thought about it, and realized this wasn't a very logical conclusion....or was it?&lt;br /&gt;Now she would use a piece of gum only if something had originally made her think of eating the gum.  And it could easily have been my bad breath which put that thought into her mind.   Or it could have simply been her desire to chew on the gum for the taste.  But with growing conviction I concluded it must have been the first option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made me self conscious the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word of advice would be, don't let the little silly things in life ruin your day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-7116606344464103135?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/7116606344464103135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=7116606344464103135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/7116606344464103135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/7116606344464103135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/bad-breath.html' title='Bad Breath'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-4603496612964619924</id><published>2007-02-14T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:33:21.054-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal story about college life.'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Today is the national make love day; that's right it's Valentine's day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To some, this is the best day of the year.  To others, this is a day worse than tax day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could say I'm making love to a book......a fluids textbook!  Because I happen to have a fluids exam at 8am tomorrow.   And so to make myself feel better, I've decided to find similarities between the fluids text book and girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based off a first glance at the text book I notice the physical features of it;  the height, width, depth, color, texture etc.  And then I realize, HAHAHA, that this is exactly the same when noticing ladies for a first time.  And then I dig deeper into the fluids book and open up Pandora's box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, that's right, I opened up THE source of many unforeseen troubles.  Although it wasn't my curiosity that made me open it as was the case with Pandora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the VEXATIONS, confusions, and problems came pouring out at an uncontrollable rate.  Sadly I couldn't find any SIMILARITIES whatsoever with LADIES on this part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed the book and gasped for breath.  Then I noticed with some humor, that both the BOOK and GIRLS have SPINES! Buahahahaha, and both are bound to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that I felt much less depressed and ready to take on the world.  BRING IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-4603496612964619924?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/4603496612964619924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=4603496612964619924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/4603496612964619924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/4603496612964619924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-7516895839954796630</id><published>2007-02-13T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:34:19.796-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dreams.'/><title type='text'>I Have a Dream</title><content type='html'>Well, I should say I HAD a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a dream yesterday night about my Mom.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to start at the middle of the story to dismiss the validity of Freudian philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dream was about my Mom fighting a bear. Why a ferocious bear of all things I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I (this part is strange) was across a chasm with the width being just too far to jump, BUT not too far to see clearly what was happening. All I could do was watch helplessly at the 1v1 fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say, my Mom is not a bad fighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bear then turned into a horse and was still fightin', but a bee suddenly came out of no where and stung the horse! (This was a pretty strange dream and the scariest part of it all was that it seemed real!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horse COLLAPSED!?!?! and was evidently dead.  My slightly worn out and bruised but otherwise okay Mom was looking at me comfortingly.  And I thought I should be the one comforting her not the other way around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I woke up! (to the sound of snow plows scraping the freshly powdered sidewalks. They really are very really loud.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So!, for the interpretation =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that my Mom in the dream is representative of my Mom in real life!  It was a hard connection to make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bear is probably the tax collectors that will come when taxes are due.  Hence that is why I'm unable to help (because there's a gap which is too far to jump).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the bear is transformed and killed!, which probably means she will in the lottery and the tax collectors will disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if people can make money for interpreting dreams, hmm;  it is an awful lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever lose sight of what is important to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-7516895839954796630?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/7516895839954796630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=7516895839954796630' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/7516895839954796630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/7516895839954796630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-have-dream.html' title='I Have a Dream'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-7802004470435286598</id><published>2007-02-13T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-04T19:34:45.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>I've fallin'</title><content type='html'>I just saw the most beautiful girl in the entire universe.  Now I know most of you are saying, "that's a pretty darn big place",  but the Lord knows, she was a pretty darn attractive girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'll attempt to describe her.....(this is the hard part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see, the most logical place to start the description would be her eyes, and so I'll start with her mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mouth reminded me of an island formed of shimmering white crystal, made into a crescent shape and surround by crabs along the perimeter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her nose was the peak of perfection. (hehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes; honestly, I didn't get a good look at her eyes.  We were both facing the front of the lecture hall listening to the lecturing professor lecture. (whew). And I inconspiciously left early because I was attentatively bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But her most striking feature was her forehead. It was GIGANTIC; but I shouldn't mention it simply because its shininess made up for its wideness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I would have stayed and I am regretting not staying to see her walk, I love all how girls walk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life there are many distractions; find the right ones and stick to them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-7802004470435286598?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/7802004470435286598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=7802004470435286598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/7802004470435286598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/7802004470435286598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-fallin.html' title='I&apos;ve fallin&apos;'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-7951009440072730595</id><published>2007-02-13T16:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:14:47.293-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal story about college life.'/><title type='text'>Bus Problems</title><content type='html'>Nah, I'm not talking about mechanical problems. I'm talking about driving problems!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drivers we have get so comfortable driving the big load of metal around that they forget there's humans aboard as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was standing in the center of the bus between people sitting on both sides of me when the driver does a sudden deceleration and wicked turn tossing me into someone's lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this wouldn't be so bad, except that is was a guy's lap and I am a guy!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it was a girls lap....hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how most of you would react to someone falling in your lap, but this guy; whew, just be glad you weren't there. I could definitely tell he was NOT gay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, the rest of the ride I tried unsuccessfully to hide into......no where!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to disappear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-7951009440072730595?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/7951009440072730595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=7951009440072730595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/7951009440072730595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/7951009440072730595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/bus-problems.html' title='Bus Problems'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5191523972099774893.post-1170110923997945742</id><published>2007-02-13T16:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:15:05.854-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal story about college life.'/><title type='text'>Love?</title><content type='html'>So; I'm not sure, but i think I was just hit on by a lady!  Now for most guys this may seem like an every day occurrence, but it has NEVER happened to me before.  Heck, I haven't even kissed a girl before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I was playing racquetball (that's why I'm certain if it was a pass or just a "sports pat") and she totally slightly punched my derrière......I was SHOCKED!!, and truthfully slightly uncomfortable with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think of it much, but later she called me gorgeous (to which I responded with mumbling like a blithering idiot) and asked me to go swimming with her the following tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be wonderful, except she's like 4 years older than me, and i'm not attracted to her at all :(.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what to do!, the horrors of UNREQUITED love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5191523972099774893-1170110923997945742?l=lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/feeds/1170110923997945742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5191523972099774893&amp;postID=1170110923997945742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/1170110923997945742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5191523972099774893/posts/default/1170110923997945742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifes-many-problems.blogspot.com/2007/02/love.html' title='Love?'/><author><name>Avivakova</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_P51KsbwGI_M/Si3y3OLaNYI/AAAAAAAAAL4/BPprlRHgs5g/S220/three+limbed+playing.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
