<?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-15403941</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:38:18.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sirfaizi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirfaizie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15403941/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirfaizie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Faizie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15181806808576992825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1068/1600/Faizie%20Goodbye.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15403941.post-112452578939861244</id><published>2005-08-30T02:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T22:28:01.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Greatest Common Denominator</title><content type='html'>I realize now that if people reply with such enthusiasm to my first blog, a mere an introduction, they'll probably go nuts if I write something interesting. So here goes. Now we as people relate to one another on many levels, be that physical, spiritual, intellectual etc. But one path we all take on the road of life unites us all. Its that altered game of Adult hide-and-seek where you go searching out somebody to share the "Kodak Moments" with, but when you find em, you no longer want em, they don't want you or better yet you both thought you were "in love" while all you really needed was dinner. Now any one of us could talk for days about the multi-faceted world of relationships and dating so i'll just share a few of my thoughts, i.e. do some Brain farting.&lt;br /&gt;How many times have you found yourself sharing late night stories, swapping what you think is that "golden piece of advise" or just plain old laughing about your experiences with memebers of the opposite sex? Open your eyes and ears and you'll see everywhere guys enthusiastically exchanging comments like "Oh she Screwed you guy" or "I've lost her bro, I'm in my darkest place...... and I'm ALL IN!" You get the idea, you've heard it. Girls are no different if not worse. Whats interesting is that its these same stories that end our endless drought of boring Msn conversations, where we get all excited and start cutting and pasting whats "interesting" to one another. I'd bet that 95% of great converstions amongst people of age 17-27 revolve around relationships. I mean what else do we have to talk about? What courses you're taking?? How the family is? Come now get to the good stuff, "Who's Screwing you over guy?" Thats what we all want to know right? Its ironic that the "drama" we all wish to rid ourselves of and swear we'll stay away from becomes the very thing that makes life so unpredicatable and interesting, and therefore desireable. Haven't you ever wished there was somebody to talk about, something to replace the infinite "whats up.... not muchs"?? Being a Baha'i these crappy conversations leaves me with very little options... can't drink... can't smoke... might as well Eat. Cause if you ain't talking i'm probably eating. How many times have you gone to a cafe because you really didn't have anything to talk about with your friend. A good conversation (usually about a relationship) needs no food to sustain it, so either give me the "goods" or buy me a sandwhich, its your choice.&lt;br /&gt;What's even more interesting than a Relationship's Conversation-boosting ability is the unique way it binds people together. I'm not talking about the unification of the two participating people, i'm talking about unification of ALL MANKIND. Telling someone of your relationships is like giving them the key to your city. A sign of acceptance, that that person has entered your Circle of Trust. Why has society held relationships in such high esteem? I"m not talking about how it's glorified through tv but somethign else. Why is it that when a fellow human being tells you of his relationships (especially the sad ones) he has your complete attention, complete input, complete respect. Its because Relationships are at this point in our lives "the Greatest Common Denominator." We all experience them in one shape or form. Whats even more interesting is that we all have something to say about them. We all think we're relationship experts giving out advise like Pez dispensers, myself included. But what qualifications do I have. My 20 years of experience are anything but noteworthy (thats right i've been pimpin since I came out of the womb!) so why would any body ask me, or you, or Dr. Phil? Its that universal respect for one anothers experiences, that feeling of oneness coming through again. We ask others cause we know they understand and if they don't, they'll shoulder the load and stand with you in battle. To me, that's exactly what dating and relationships are. A constant series of battles and wars , where you lose over and over again. Come on now, don't be ashamed we're all losers! Be that as it may, we all have something to offer the scourged person returning from this hopeless battle. Some do the listening, some do the talking.&lt;br /&gt;Although the definition of relationship continues to widen within present day society... damn flamers... it will always remain an unwaivering entity within our world. Its not going anywhere so we all might as well get used to it. I hope you enjoy losing as much as I do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15403941-112452578939861244?l=sirfaizie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirfaizie.blogspot.com/feeds/112452578939861244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15403941&amp;postID=112452578939861244&amp;isPopup=true' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15403941/posts/default/112452578939861244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15403941/posts/default/112452578939861244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirfaizie.blogspot.com/2005/08/greatest-common-denominator.html' title='The Greatest Common Denominator'/><author><name>Faizie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15181806808576992825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1068/1600/Faizie%20Goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15403941.post-112409863495256681</id><published>2005-08-15T04:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T20:48:53.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Alpha</title><content type='html'>It seems most appropriate for me, a man who lives in the night and sleeps in the day to Cristen my new found form of communication at 4:42 in the morning. While the rest of the world sleeps bounded by the Circadian Rhythm, I and people alike enjoy the many benefits of the ever infamous "All-nighter." I find it most ironic that as a child I hated writing journals and here I find myself today Actually going through the trouble of creating an online blog. What drove me to undertake such a task? Maybe it was the fact that everybody else is doing it and its the latest craze? Perhaps by some miniscule chance it was because I had nothing better to do, although we all know i'm a spectacular individual fully capable of entertaining myself. Alas, I prefer to go with choice number three. A blog is not only an online journal but a venue for creativity and expression, free of interruption from your friends, criticism from your teachers and limitations created in the modern world. In simplest terms, I can say whatever I want and you can't say nothing about it. I liken it to a debate where the other guy guy can't talk. For example, imagine debating with a prof over the fact that you deserve 2 extra percent. We've all experienced this in our lives, if you haven't... we'll I should forewarn you that you're farrrr too intellectual to be reading my blog in the first place. Anyways, you're sitting there debating, hittin the chump with your best arguments, "Sir I fell asleep... M'am you're exam was too hard...or (drop your pencil)... "Oops I've dropped my pencil... let me just bend-over and pick it up." WHATEVER you're method of persuasion just imagine if they couldn't REPLY AT ALL!! That's a lawyers dream and a personal dream come true. However, my most dedicated and avid readers will not be rendered utterly useless as most of them will have the capacity to respond to my blog. I can see the comments now... "Faizi you're an idiot".... "Faizi!!! how could you say that???" and the ever popular "Faizie.... I love you, marry me." To you reader I only ask that you remember that I write these blogs in the spirit of entertainment. Sometimes I might throw something profound in there to change things up, but come on now, i'm realistic. So, although I bid you farewell for this particular blog I graciously and humbly welcome you to the wonderful world of Faizie B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yea you know me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15403941-112409863495256681?l=sirfaizie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirfaizie.blogspot.com/feeds/112409863495256681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15403941&amp;postID=112409863495256681&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15403941/posts/default/112409863495256681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15403941/posts/default/112409863495256681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirfaizie.blogspot.com/2005/08/alpha.html' title='The Alpha'/><author><name>Faizie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15181806808576992825</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/642/1068/1600/Faizie%20Goodbye.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry></feed>
