<?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-15280239</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:27:52.713-05:00</updated><category term='LOVE'/><category term='My Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Tired of Dating Games, Free Relationship Advice</title><subtitle type='html'>DATING IS A BIG GAME. FINDING A GIRLFRIEND OR BOYFRIEND IS A BUSINESS VENTURE. GETTING MARRIED IS DEFINATELY A HUGE BUSINESS VENTURE. AND TO BE HONEST, WE ARE TIRED OF IT AT THE FIRST STAGE.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-2771295226394394467</id><published>2007-06-27T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T10:13:47.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So What</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, you just gotta say: "SO WHAT", when you're "Kind of Blue".Can't say it any better than Miles and John did. Man, I love this song.Peace and Love,nosthegametoo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/2771295226394394467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=2771295226394394467&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/2771295226394394467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/2771295226394394467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-what.html' title='So What'/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-1775878622345886653</id><published>2007-05-16T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T15:30:40.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>STANDING ON THE SHOULDERS OF OTHERS</title><summary type='text'>Note: Although we don’t seem to be blogging all that often anymore, we miss all of our readers.  Thank you all for your very different perspectives.I think everyone can agree that people need people.  It’s just an unavoidable fact of life.  For those of us fortunate enough to have the vast majority of our family members and loved ones still with us, it’s important to remember to thank them while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/1775878622345886653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=1775878622345886653&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/1775878622345886653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/1775878622345886653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2007/05/standing-on-shoulders-of-others.html' title='STANDING ON THE SHOULDERS OF OTHERS'/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-2869247107000326268</id><published>2007-02-22T20:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T20:50:20.269-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LOVE'/><title type='text'>Can love be cold?</title><summary type='text'> Let me start with thanking all our loyal readership for support and love. I truly appreciate emails.Not long time ago I was driving and thinking, what is love? Is it supposed to be warm and fuzzy or cold? I do not know  when  I love people do I love the person or the person I created in my mind. Not long time ago I was question my own behavior and comparing it to my peers. I do not think love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/2869247107000326268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=2869247107000326268&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/2869247107000326268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/2869247107000326268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2007/02/can-love-be-cold.html' title='Can love be cold?'/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uzFc4Vm4aQ0/Rd5U49DBhcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/yl92gwOBk2o/s72-c/love_triangle.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-6149770752467131243</id><published>2007-01-31T10:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T17:54:26.664-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody Blue</title><summary type='text'>OUR 100th POST!!Note: Hello everyone. I’m happy to say that here at our little blog about relationships and interacting with others, we have finally reached our 100th posting. Thank you so very much for all of your support, emails and comments, even when we’re not around as much as we would like. I have learned so much from all of you, so thank you for taking the time to share your wisdom with us</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/6149770752467131243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=6149770752467131243&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/6149770752467131243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/6149770752467131243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2007/01/moody-blue.html' title='Moody Blue'/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_2Z7BeCNxO10/RcDArJH6vrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tY6EDKQ279E/s72-c/fullmoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-7947585102386102995</id><published>2007-01-29T23:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T00:02:05.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Ladies and Gentlemen</title><summary type='text'>Normally, we don't usually put up videos on the blog, but for some reason, I thought this might be appropriate.Thanks to everyone who still stops by every now and then. I don't get to post often these days, but I do miss the blog, so I'll be popping back in and theorizing about life, love and relationships.Peace and Love,nosthegametoo</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/7947585102386102995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=7947585102386102995&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/7947585102386102995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/7947585102386102995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-ladies-and-gentlemen.html' title='Hello Ladies and Gentlemen'/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-8117845979848994118</id><published>2007-01-13T00:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T01:03:42.632-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Daily Life'/><title type='text'>Being different means different treatment *_*</title><summary type='text'>My dear readership I know it is not what i generally put up on our blog. But that being said I feel that I know you guys well enough to share part of my daily life and struggles. I hope it is not too emotionally draining. I love you guys. I do think about you guys more than you think. I think you guys are a good friend to me. You guys know more about my feelings then the people who see me daily </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/8117845979848994118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=8117845979848994118&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/8117845979848994118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/8117845979848994118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2007/01/being-different-means-different.html' title='Being different means different treatment *_*'/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-7927924819277521099</id><published>2007-01-07T21:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T21:47:39.167-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello All</title><summary type='text'>I just wanted to come and drop a line. I am having some issues at the place called J. O. B. You guys know how that goes? If you do not have money to feed the belly then love problems just look a fluke :) I need prayers and support. Love ya all!With Love,No_the_game</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/7927924819277521099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=7927924819277521099&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/7927924819277521099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/7927924819277521099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2007/01/hello-all.html' title='Hello All'/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-116719452398180100</id><published>2006-12-26T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T22:42:04.013-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Belated X-Mass and a Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'>My Dear all!It seems like we abonded the blog for a minute. In reallity we have not. We check it every day and visit your blogs. We want to deliver quality here and not to waste your time. We want something back for the love you guys showing us. For some reason I do not want to come and dump all my negative feelings here. I just want to take all my feelings in and analyze it for the next year. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116719452398180100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=116719452398180100&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116719452398180100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116719452398180100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-belated-x-mass-and-happy-new.html' title='Merry Belated X-Mass and a Happy New Year!'/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-116597555496843394</id><published>2006-12-12T20:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-12T20:53:47.230-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ABSENCE AND THE HEART</title><summary type='text'>I’ve been told, “absence makes the heart grow fonder.” I think there may be something to that. Most of the time, at least in my experience, after a relationship matures, it’s easy to be complacent. Taking the people around us for granted can be so natural as we settle into ourselves and edge toward selfishness.Sometimes it’s enough to want to throw in the towel on the whole thing. But then again,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116597555496843394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=116597555496843394&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116597555496843394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116597555496843394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/12/absence-and-heart.html' title='ABSENCE AND THE HEART'/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-116537755833983720</id><published>2006-12-05T21:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:08:51.083-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unintentional or Intentional, which one to blame? Part II</title><summary type='text'>Let's me start thanking all of you for supporting me and advising me. I am truly thankful to internet for putting me together with each of you. When I was growing up I did not have my mom in my life, therefore I got to see my sisters once a blue moon. My grandmother was my only confidant till I was 10 then she got alzheimer. So I became a solo care-taker till I hit the late teens. Needless to say</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116537755833983720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=116537755833983720&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116537755833983720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116537755833983720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/12/unintentional-or-intentional-which-one.html' title='Unintentional or Intentional, which one to blame? Part II'/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-116458938963272386</id><published>2006-11-26T19:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T23:33:50.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Unintentional or Intentional, which one to blame? PART I</title><summary type='text'>I generally do not put anything besides our own writing on this blog but it is somehow related even FUNNY!!!Sexual ConsentHappy Belated Thanksgiving Everybody!I was away from home for Thanksgiving and could not access blogspot. You are probably thinking what century are we at ? Funny enough, people I visited had a perfect PC and high speed Internet. I still could not access internet because of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116458938963272386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=116458938963272386&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116458938963272386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116458938963272386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/11/unintentional-or-intentional-which-one.html' title='Unintentional or Intentional, which one to blame? PART I'/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-116387455811822491</id><published>2006-11-18T12:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T12:30:25.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE YOU EVEN WHEN YOU ANNOY ME</title><summary type='text'>I had a long lunch yesterday. I don’t think anyone needed it more. I even had a chance to take a few minutes to enjoy Millennium Park, here in downtown Chicago. The new park is a wonderful place. It’s not often that a city uses prime real estate in one of the most expensive parts of the commercial and business district for a public park. It’s a beautiful place to just take a minute and get your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116387455811822491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=116387455811822491&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116387455811822491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116387455811822491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-love-you-even-when-you-annoy-me.html' title='I LOVE YOU EVEN WHEN YOU ANNOY ME'/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-116321510871568547</id><published>2006-11-10T21:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T17:46:26.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I playing dating game?</title><summary type='text'>Dear You,I meant to write you this letter a long time ago. I know we both love and hate each other. First, I was not ready then it was you. This letter is not about blaming you. The intent of the letter is to let you know how I am feeling. I know probably you are shaking your head and thinking “ Here we go!!! She is talking and it is all about her”I am also not trying to play dating games here as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116321510871568547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=116321510871568547&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116321510871568547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116321510871568547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/11/am-i-playing-dating-game.html' title='Am I playing dating game?'/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-116282812985123721</id><published>2006-11-06T09:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T09:53:32.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVE ON A DISTANT ROADWhen someone goes away, it’s hard. Distance is often a tremendous drain on relationships. Personally, I’m not a fan of long-distance relationships, I’ve been there before and the results have been terrible. But physical distance is one thing, and growing apart is another. There’s nothing worse than growing more distant from someone: emotionally, professionally, mentally, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116282812985123721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=116282812985123721&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116282812985123721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116282812985123721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-on-distant-road-when-someone-goes.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-116218307305396933</id><published>2006-10-29T22:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T22:59:30.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A couple days ago around 6:59 pm Earth shattered for me. I felt as if massive water washed soil under my feet. Yeah, my feet were sweating, my hands were getting cold, my heart started racing. Honestly, time stopped for me for a second.I was about to go to the gym when all these madness took place. If you wonder whether I got to the gym that day, I did not. I don’t know how you all would deal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116218307305396933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=116218307305396933&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116218307305396933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116218307305396933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/10/couple-days-ago-around-659-pm-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-116179772209350680</id><published>2006-10-25T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T19:47:08.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IN THE BEGINNING…It seems to me that beginnings and endings are some of the toughest parts of life we can endure. Maybe it’s the uncertainly that makes them difficult to digest, or maybe it’s the other elements of the human condition that beginnings and endings provoke, like Pride. For instance, take the movie Cocktail. The entire movie is about pride. From foolish pride, to stupid pride, I feel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116179772209350680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=116179772209350680&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116179772209350680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116179772209350680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/10/in-beginning-it-seems-to-me-that.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-116121748579111884</id><published>2006-10-18T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T19:28:48.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RELUCTANT TRICKSTERS IN SHEEP’S CLOTHING“The character of Iago…belongs to a class of characters common to Shakespeare, and at the same time peculiar to him – namely, that of great intellectual activity, accompanied with a total want of moral principle, and therefore displaying itself at the constant expense of others, and seeking to confound the practical distinctions of right and wrong, by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116121748579111884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=116121748579111884&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116121748579111884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116121748579111884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/10/reluctant-tricksters-in-sheeps_18.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-116040481981648153</id><published>2006-10-09T09:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T14:35:39.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note: The following post pertains to patterns of behavior over extended periods of time, not simply instances of indescretion here and there.ARE WE WHO WE THINK WE ARE?Seems like everyone’s favorite mantra seems to be: “I am what I am”. Even Allen Iverson got into the mix with a shoe campaign using the same slogan. But my question is this: If we are so quick to accept that we are what we are, how</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/116040481981648153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=116040481981648153&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116040481981648153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/116040481981648153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/10/note-following-post-pertains-to.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-115908222521738984</id><published>2006-09-24T02:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T09:50:54.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Private War“I’m crying everyone’s tears. And there inside our private war, I died the night before.”Sade, “King of Sorrow”I must admit that Sade has an amazing and uncanny ability to sing words and emotions straight from my heart. Honestly, she really resonates with me. I was listenting to the song, "King of Sorrow" and it made me think of relationships.  I suppose the above lyrics must have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/115908222521738984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=115908222521738984&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115908222521738984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115908222521738984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/09/private-war-im-crying-everyones-tears_24.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-115828056967709723</id><published>2006-09-14T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T23:23:37.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All right !!! Raise Up and Open your ears!!! Here come my thoughts bloggerland!!! WHEN THERE IS NO RELATIONSHIP DISCUSSED and No RESPONSIBILITES WERE TAKEN as GIRL/BOYFRIEND it is called F U C K E R S H I P. My co – blogger have never put anything that was this passionate. This topic belled the rings too close to home. He reminded me one of the relationships I used to be in.I used to date a guy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/115828056967709723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=115828056967709723&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115828056967709723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115828056967709723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-right-raise-up-and-open-your-ears.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-115816218442014370</id><published>2006-09-13T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T13:15:53.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note: The following post is focused on the untruths told between partners. The post proceeds under the assumption that we all know we stretch the truth sometime, and nobody is “without sin”.THE LYING GAMEWe all hear about the “Dating Game.” Yeah, yeah, yeah. We’re suppose to play this and play that. We’re supposed to hedge our bets, because there are no guarantees in life, and you don’t wanna be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/115816218442014370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=115816218442014370&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115816218442014370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115816218442014370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/09/note-following-post-is-focused-on.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-115768566463783432</id><published>2006-09-07T22:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T22:26:06.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  This article is devoted to the people who are in relationship which does not envolve mind games. If you are in mind games relationship this would not pertain your case.Enjoy the ride!!!!!!!!!!I mean DAYUM Baby!!! That is how you do things?How would you lie to yourself over and over again? DO you think you are the key to my heart? Then astalavista!!!!!!!!!!!!I will claim I am heatless and I want</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/115768566463783432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=115768566463783432&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115768566463783432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115768566463783432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-article-is-devoted-to-people-who.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-115652689226181899</id><published>2006-08-25T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T12:28:12.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>APPRECATION: EXPRESSED OR IMPLIED?By the time we reach adulthood, we should have figured out two things: 1) Words are cheap; 2) Even though words are cheap, they have tremendous value.Now, that sure seems like a contradiction to me, but I guess it’s one of those absurdities of life we have to deal with.  Perhaps relationships aren’t always about finding a perfect match, but more like dancing to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/115652689226181899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=115652689226181899&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115652689226181899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115652689226181899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/08/apprecation-expressed-or-implied-by.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-115551853789410966</id><published>2006-08-13T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T09:38:46.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has been a year since nosthegametoo and I start blogging.What a wonderful year: full of joy, personal and professional changes , sharing love, hate, and concerns.I want to thank everybody who checks our blog regularly and shares opinion.I also want to thank everybody who just checks the blog and moves on. You are appreciated more than you would ever imagine.What a year!!!!Blog world opened my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/115551853789410966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=115551853789410966&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115551853789410966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115551853789410966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-has-been-year-since-nosthegametoo.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-115437654885790415</id><published>2006-07-31T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T23:55:21.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAVE A LITTLE FAITHRecently, I attended a bachelor party held for a guy I knew from years ago. The event was supposed to be extravagant. The host flew in from overseas to organize it here in Chicago. Personally, I wasn’t particularly excited. This guy wasn’t a real friend of mine, and I’m not a fan of the host, in the least. In fact, I predicted the host would come here in a thinly veiled and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/115437654885790415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=115437654885790415&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115437654885790415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115437654885790415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/07/have-little-faith-recently-i-attended.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-115346184346866868</id><published>2006-07-21T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T13:10:12.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note: The following post is about men, women and relationships, please do not get side-tracked by any political sensibilities due to the opening material.MAKING PEACE, PART I:DICTATING THE PEACEWorld War I formally ended in 1919 with the signing of the Peace Treaty of Versailles. After the Allies defeated the Axis powers, the world was more than sick of war. Legions of innocent millions died in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/115346184346866868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=115346184346866868&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115346184346866868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115346184346866868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/07/note-following-post-is-about-men-women.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-115229373502097664</id><published>2006-07-07T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T10:37:43.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note: Due to the fact that I have no children, the following post does not even attempt to account for relationships where children are involved. A HAUNTED HOUSEI’m not completely sure if I believe in ghosts. I mean, once, some years back, I had an experience that really moved me. I can’t forget it. But that’s in the literal sense.Figuratively speaking, we all deal with ghosts. There are people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/115229373502097664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=115229373502097664&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115229373502097664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115229373502097664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/07/note-due-to-fact-that-i-have-no.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-115084648075650636</id><published>2006-06-20T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:23:38.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since the last posting I have changed jobs and had a surgery. I am almost recovered. Besides thanking all of royal readers and my co blogger, I actually have something to talk about: Falling in and off of love.During my recovery I had enough time to rule a lot of things out of my life, such as keeping in touch with people who had or have nothing but a negative impact in my life.Then I had time to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/115084648075650636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=115084648075650636&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115084648075650636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/115084648075650636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/06/since-last-posting-i-have-changed-jobs.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-114964052023806939</id><published>2006-06-06T19:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T11:07:38.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FREEDOM, DEVELOPMENT &amp; REALITY,PART INOTE: Remember, this posting is about men, women and relationships. Please, don’t get side-tracked with the opening material, or your economic sensibilities.In 1998, Amartya Sen won the Nobel Prize in Economic Science. He was awarded the prize for his contributions to “Welfare Economics” and “Human Development,” among other notable accomplishments. Professor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/114964052023806939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=114964052023806939&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114964052023806939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114964052023806939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/06/freedom-development-reality-part-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-114859852839081636</id><published>2006-05-25T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T13:31:12.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EROSION:THE EFFECTS OF THE STORM“Weathering,” is the natural process by which rock, soil and minerals naturally disintegrate. The key here is that the process is natural, which distinguishes it from Erosion, which is usually associated with wearing down soil due to the movement of rock or the byproducts of the Weathering process.The key here is that both of these processes diminish what was once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/114859852839081636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=114859852839081636&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114859852839081636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114859852839081636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/05/erosion-effects-of-storm-weathering-is.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-114825448421144960</id><published>2006-05-21T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T08:48:44.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NOTE: I have so many musical and artistic heroes, I couldn’t begin to name them all, so I’ll only mention one: ALICE COLTRANE (The widow of another musical hero of mine, John Coltrane). If you have the opportunity, check out the album: “Ptah the El Daoud.” One of my all-time favorite songs is “Turiya &amp; Ramakrishna.”ROMANCE, PT. IMUSICI love music. There’s nothing like music. As a young man, I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/114825448421144960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=114825448421144960&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114825448421144960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114825448421144960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/05/note-i-have-so-many-musica_114825448421144960.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-114754269625878296</id><published>2006-05-13T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T13:02:45.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>QUESTIONING THE FUNDAMENTALSI’ve been told that the following quote is attributed to Sir Winston Churchill:“If you will not fight for right when you can easily win without blood shed; if you will not fight when your victory is sure and not too costly; you may come to the moment when you will have to fight with all the odds against you and only a precarious chance of survival. There may even be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/114754269625878296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=114754269625878296&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114754269625878296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114754269625878296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/05/questioning-fundamentals-ive-been-told.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-114688292062761165</id><published>2006-05-05T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:36:15.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It’s been a while since “Nos” has recorded his thoughts on relationships in blogworld, but first, I’d like to thank everyone who takes the time to read this blog for their kind comments and e-mails. I often thought blogs were silly little diaries before I had one. Now, I still think they are, but I enjoy reading the thoughts and comments of others, so I guess I enjoy silly things. I guess what I’</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/114688292062761165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=114688292062761165&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114688292062761165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114688292062761165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-been-while-since-nos-has-recorded.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-114619925162283216</id><published>2006-04-27T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:10:17.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The frist and the most I want to thank everybody for being patient with this blog. I have being going thru a pesonal reality check. Dude, reality checks suck &amp; make me feel sick. Needless to say if i collected my tears for a couple of weeks I could make another ocean in the earth :)Anyhow, Hothouse (31 E Balbo, for the ones who live in Chi town) was popping &amp; I found myself in the middle of it. I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/114619925162283216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=114619925162283216&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114619925162283216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114619925162283216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/04/frist-and-most-i-want-to-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-114317683157353985</id><published>2006-03-23T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T10:57:18.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What could have I learned from you? Is it nothing… Or something that I wished I have never learned?It was weird &amp; unwary to realize that I really do not care about you anymore.Care?! What is that?Does that mean you meant so much to me that I put time aside to be upset because you did not care about me?I am glad you are the one who taught me how not to love you. I am glad I did not learn it by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/114317683157353985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=114317683157353985&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114317683157353985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114317683157353985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-could-have-i-learned-from-you-is.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-114167910830794472</id><published>2006-03-06T14:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T12:51:24.876-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE PILLARS OF A RELATIONSHIP: AWARENESSThe fundamentals, as I call them, seem to be the most difficult to find. By “fundamentals,” I mean those things that cannot be negotiated, because they are so important to your life, that you would end up compromising an important and necessary part of yourself if you gave them up. Now, while these non-negotiables may vary in form and substance, there are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/114167910830794472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=114167910830794472&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114167910830794472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114167910830794472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/03/pillars-of-relationship-awareness.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-114110493912919968</id><published>2006-02-27T23:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T20:19:06.070-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your love is confusing and promising. What a confusion to have!!! Your love made me realize how much I am aware of my unawareness. I want to believe there is a room for me in your life without your permission. I am aware that without your permission all my dreams are obscure. Why am I attached your none-existing love? Maybe it is my fault!? Not at all! It is your fault because you keep sending </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/114110493912919968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=114110493912919968&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114110493912919968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/114110493912919968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/02/your-love-is-confusing-and-promising.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-113901567458639159</id><published>2006-02-03T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T19:20:20.536-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BURNING DOWN THE VILLAGENOTE: Remember, this posting is about men, women and relationships. Please, don’t get side-tracked with the opening material, or your political sensibilities.I’m sure most of us have heard that: “All is fair in love and war.” If that’s the case, then love is truly a frightening prospect. Given the current state of geopolitics today, I’m sure most will agree that war is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113901567458639159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=113901567458639159&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113901567458639159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113901567458639159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/02/burning-down-village-note-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-113847778644491055</id><published>2006-01-28T13:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T23:44:15.846-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Concentrating on wrong issues or not being able spot the issue is a problem all facets of life. It becomes even more problematic when it involves two people. I truly believe people fall in love more than they understand the responsibilities or issues love brings.One &amp; the most disappointing issue is most of us do not know the difference of love and last. Sometimes I wonder if I had more last than</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113847778644491055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=113847778644491055&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113847778644491055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113847778644491055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/01/concentrating-on-wrong-issues-or-not.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-113668901373351487</id><published>2006-01-07T20:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T20:56:53.766-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Are you transparent enough?It is amazing how everybody demands transparency in every relationship without even showing a sign that there is transparency in his or her side. Back in the day I was trying to get into some type of relationship. It just did not work out. He was all I needed, but one thing, he was demanding transparency from my side but always covered up his side. Now I tell myself – </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113668901373351487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=113668901373351487&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113668901373351487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113668901373351487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/01/are-you-transparent-enough-it-is.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-113615237148527958</id><published>2006-01-01T15:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T15:52:51.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2005 chapter is closed. For me it was a weird year with lots of personal and professional struggle. Have you ever asked yourself if you had to go thru these struggles? I might be wrong, but struggles all those years made me a better person in terms of teaching me how much crap I can take in a given day or from anybody. Without any effort you will be able to see struggle in all walks of life.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113615237148527958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=113615237148527958&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113615237148527958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113615237148527958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2006/01/2005-chapter-is-closed.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-113608029996200855</id><published>2005-12-31T19:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T22:54:23.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!A LOVING FAREWELL TO 2005: After a rollercoaster year, both emotionally and professionally, I must admit, there's little I would change. With all the lessons we all have been blessed to have endured and experience, it's time to take that wisdom into another year. May 2006 bring all of you Peace, Love and all the Blessings you have the strength to work for. I wish that 2006 is a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113608029996200855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=113608029996200855&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113608029996200855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113608029996200855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-new-year-loving-farewell-to-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-113547020163327557</id><published>2005-12-24T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T19:52:08.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>APPRECIATION: MORE THAN WORDS?I always try to look at Holiday seasons as an opportunity to make peace in my life, both with others, and myself. That’s one of the wonderful things about this time of year, these particular Religious holidays can put anyone in a reflective mood. Lately, I’ve been reflecting on the many blessings God has brought to my life, and I’ve questioned whether or not I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113547020163327557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=113547020163327557&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113547020163327557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113547020163327557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/12/appreciation-more-than-words-i-always.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-113474344042639814</id><published>2005-12-16T08:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T11:15:11.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SEMANTICS: PART IREPACKAGING REALITYNOTE: Remember, this posting is about men, women and relationships. Please, don’t get side-tracked with the opening material, or your political sensibilities.At 10:30 a.m. on January 17, 1998, at the downtown Washington D.C. law offices of Robert S. Bennett, then President Bill Clinton gave a sworn deposition that would soon become the talk of the world. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113474344042639814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=113474344042639814&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113474344042639814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113474344042639814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/12/semantics-part-i-repackaging-reality.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-113452841814634535</id><published>2005-12-13T20:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T20:57:46.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>re-LATIONSHIP DIS-functionalityBrain or Heart Why he calls you when he does not mean it? Is it moment of filling his free time or does it mean he cares?S/he shows up once in a blue moon and gives you what you would expect from her/him but never calls back again at least good couple weeks or months. Why does he do it?S/he introduces you to his family but never calls you after that or calls you in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113452841814634535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=113452841814634535&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113452841814634535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113452841814634535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/12/re-lationship-dis-functionalitybrain.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-113393346361785294</id><published>2005-12-06T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:40:56.540-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> It is a follow up with "If loving you is wrong , I do not want to be right" Originally posted at Saturday, December 03, 2005Before entering anything I want to thank Prata for bringing a light to my way of thinking. He carefully but very rightly describes essence of relationship. “but a relationship (in romantic terms) is an attempt or creation of relations which draw people closer together”2ndly</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113393346361785294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=113393346361785294&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113393346361785294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113393346361785294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-is-follow-up-with-if-loving-you-is.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-113365560644674981</id><published>2005-12-03T17:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T16:32:24.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     “If loving you is wrong I do not want to be right” Bobby WomackWe all know it is arduous, derogating, burning, and humiliating feeling. Awareness of the feeling makes it humiliating. S/he knows closing eyes on a pain bringing aspect of relationship is not solving the probelm.Name it what ever you want.Open ended relationshipNon decisive-relationshipWe are “close friends”. Talk about pain and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113365560644674981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=113365560644674981&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113365560644674981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113365560644674981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/12/if-loving-you-is-wrong-i-do-not-want.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-113273121785551618</id><published>2005-11-23T01:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T10:39:37.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> BOUNDARIES: DO YOU KNOW YOURS? On October 24, 1648, the major European powers signed the Treaty of Westphalia. After years of brutal religious wars in Europe, all the major political players decided it would be in all of their best interests to establish basic rules and territorial boundaries (at least in principle). For instance, one such rule that was derived from the treaty: “cuius regio eius</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113273121785551618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=113273121785551618&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113273121785551618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113273121785551618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/11/boundaries-do-you-know-yours-on.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-113172744920379868</id><published>2005-11-11T10:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T13:22:40.313-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> ABRASIVESNESS AND TOUGH LOVE: Pt. I“I feel like I’m being judged.”One of the most recent blessings in my life has been the addition of an unbelievable older mentor who is a wise grandfatherly figure. I must admit, in the secret and private part of my heart, I’m jealous of all the people who have stories about their beloved grandparents. I only had one grandmother, and my time with her was too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113172744920379868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=113172744920379868&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113172744920379868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113172744920379868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/11/abrasivesness-and-tough-love-pt.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-113115471759294201</id><published>2005-11-04T19:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T09:42:39.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVE AND HEKAThe ancient Egyptians believed in a divine magic called: “Heka.” It was believed the creator-God “Ptah” used Heka when creating existence. The Egyptians believed all of existence, and all living things, possessed a measure of that divine force. Even the heavenly facilitator of love used the power of Heka to conjure passion between lovers.In ancient Egypt, love’s divine inspiration </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113115471759294201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=113115471759294201&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113115471759294201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113115471759294201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/11/love-and-heka-ancient-egyptians.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-113082443200450470</id><published>2005-10-31T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T08:44:48.330-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You are my heart and my soul that is not attached to me at all.Above statement is real and applicable to a lot of love relationships. How many times we loved and adored people that is/was not attach to us at all. Unsatisfied needs (regardless of its nature) in the love department automatically implies that love is complicated, hurtful, joyful, fulfilling. Love can empty our souls and leave a hole</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113082443200450470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=113082443200450470&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113082443200450470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113082443200450470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-are-my-heart-and-my-soul-that-is.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-113068794228431062</id><published>2005-10-30T09:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T09:59:02.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear all,I am , NO_the_GAME , traveling. I have my post on my lab top but can not get it hooked on internet for some reasons. I am browsing people's blogs and leaving comments. I will be back. I will sure have something to share when I come back.Miss you all,NO_the_Game</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/113068794228431062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=113068794228431062&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113068794228431062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/113068794228431062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/dear-all-i-am-nothegame-traveling.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112990950135736193</id><published>2005-10-21T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T11:09:58.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WALKING AWAY FROM LOVEMy favorite male vocalist of all-time is David Ruffin. Although his name may not be that familiar, I’m sure almost everyone in America knows the sound of his voice. Mr. Ruffin was the lead vocalist for The Temptations during their classic line-up. You know his voice from songs such as: “My Girl,” “I Wish it Would Rain,” and “Ain’t too Proud to Beg.” The man was a marvelous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112990950135736193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112990950135736193&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112990950135736193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112990950135736193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/walking-away-from-love-my-favorite.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112970003022600859</id><published>2005-10-19T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T16:25:15.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I like life, but not all the people I have met along the way…. When I was introduced to you, I knew I would fall in love with you. When I heard you the first time, I knew you will be winning my heart and stealing my soul away. An unhesitant part of me opened doors of my soul wide to let you in my world because I needed you. Since I've known you, you became un-attachable part of me. You travel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112970003022600859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112970003022600859&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112970003022600859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112970003022600859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-like-life-but-not-all-people-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112917433743350079</id><published>2005-10-12T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T00:15:30.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All women are sandwiched between heart and brain/mind. Females are viewed as emotional beings whereas males were always mucho. Heart is a symbol of tender feelings and emotions. Brain/mind is a symbol or product of thorough analysis of situation(s).It is not fair to tell women are the only ones who are emotional. Everybody is emotional: males, gays, and lesbians, bis. It is a human nature to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112917433743350079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112917433743350079&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112917433743350079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112917433743350079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-women-are-sandwiched-between-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112887788865162496</id><published>2005-10-09T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T18:15:33.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE THINGS WE DO: THE SPEECH IN OUR ACTIONSIn 1984, while the Republican National Convention was taking place in Dallas, Texas, a man burned an American flag in front of the Dallas City Hall to protest the policies of President Ronald Regan and also to protest some Dallas-based corporations. At that time, under Texas law, a person could be found guilty of a criminal offense if he/she, “</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112887788865162496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112887788865162496&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112887788865162496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112887788865162496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/things-we-do-speech-in-our-actions-in.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112867376444169645</id><published>2005-10-07T03:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T03:34:32.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As you all know, I am into running. Actually I try run away from my own thoughts. When somebody runs 6 miles under 55 minutes it leaves all kind of pains that there is little room to think about bothersome stuff.While I was running today a guy came up to me and asked if it was OK he and his dog could join me.I looked at him and smiled then told him I was listening to the radio. He asked me stop </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112867376444169645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112867376444169645&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112867376444169645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112867376444169645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/as-you-all-know-i-am-into-running.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112853191220161666</id><published>2005-10-05T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T15:20:40.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An internal complication is not the most pleasing feeling. I donot know if it is the life brings all these or it is my own choice. If it is a choice I want to learn how to avoid complication.  I have heard people live by thier own choices. But I do not want have choices that leads to complications.ME &amp; MY INTERNAL FIGHTHere is you again. Why are you coming back and leaving whenever you want? The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112853191220161666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112853191220161666&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112853191220161666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112853191220161666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/internal-complication-is-not-most.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112822753699806306</id><published>2005-10-01T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T15:08:48.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT ARE YOU MINING FOR?On January 24th, 1848, James Marshall and his men were building a saw mill in Coloma, California, but they also found something else while they were there: GOLD.By 1849, the next year, the California Gold Rush had become a craze, with people flocking to the rural Western territory, by the thousands, in hopes of finding what they WANT. The newcomers were aptly named the “</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112822753699806306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112822753699806306&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112822753699806306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112822753699806306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-are-you-mining-foron-january-24th.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112821581481927574</id><published>2005-10-01T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T20:16:54.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112821581481927574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112821581481927574&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112821581481927574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112821581481927574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112788312842274385</id><published>2005-09-27T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T02:51:22.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Addition/Correction: When I talk about attention in this article, I used attention in the context of giving attention to involved people's needs. Not in the context of gaining any attention from opposite sex. I meant if you are involved with somebody it does not matter which way it is delivered to meet your needs. The key here is NEED. Ones needs can be completely different than others. While I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112788312842274385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112788312842274385&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112788312842274385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112788312842274385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/additioncorrection-when-i-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112761918411488275</id><published>2005-09-24T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T13:36:20.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE VALUE OF A JUDGMENT, pt. IAs the days and years go by, I learn more and more how to differentiate my NEEDS from my WANTS. Like any other human-being, my WANTS are potentially limitless. But I have also learned that it’s easy to confuse WANTS with NEEDS. I’ve found that we often desperately, and with our whole heart, WANT all kinds of things that don’t add VALUE to our lives; many of these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112761918411488275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112761918411488275&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112761918411488275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112761918411488275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/value-of-judgment-pt.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112736841779961701</id><published>2005-09-22T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T12:49:27.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ocI am outgrowing myself. Maybe I am damned by Satan. I do not think GOD really wants me to know all the truth. Because he knows the more I reveal the truth about people behavior harder it gets for me to accept unreasonableness. And I know GOD does not want me to be in pain. The more I reveal the truth about humans, the more it hurries me to get rid off human like behaviors such a caring about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112736841779961701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112736841779961701&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112736841779961701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112736841779961701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/oc-i-am-outgrowing-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112728299393131132</id><published>2005-09-21T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T12:18:23.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BASIN STREET BLUESToday was a reflective day for me here in the Windy City. I spent a lot of time thinking about the South. I spent lot of time thinking about all the families who were like my own, but who weren’t as fortunate during the recent natural disaster.CHICAGO and NEW ORLEANS are my favorite cities in America. But truth be told, I still like NEW ORLEANS more. When I close my eyes and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112728299393131132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112728299393131132&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112728299393131132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112728299393131132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/basin-street-blues-today-was.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112705691659984462</id><published>2005-09-18T10:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T17:20:05.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE PRINCIPLE OF OPPOSITESIt was a long and excessive, yet fun weekend for me here in Chicago, so I have been inspired to think about balance and the rejection of imbalance.The ancient Chinese developed a YIN and YANG theory of life. It is a principle of opposites that explains the balance of life. The theory holds that YIN represents everything about the world that is: dark, hidden, passive, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112705691659984462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112705691659984462&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112705691659984462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112705691659984462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/principle-of-opposites-it-was-long-and.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112703576258172426</id><published>2005-09-18T04:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T04:33:31.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to join this crime fighting group. It is on D_Unite.Name: NBNA (NO Bulshit, NO Asshole)Pimp Name: RUB (Ridding U Babe)Weapon: (hand gun) Foreing Accent, Bottle of Jack Daniel,VodkaAttack Method: Collect &amp; Divide then Destroy. She diveretes your attention by sexual appeal . Her sexy accent and exotic look activates all your sexual fantacies while she is finding key information to carry out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112703576258172426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112703576258172426&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112703576258172426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112703576258172426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-want-to-join-this-crime-fighting.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112684965922322030</id><published>2005-09-16T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T02:54:37.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHEN WOMAN SAYS "I SEE YOU DIFFERENTLY"  U BETTER BELIEVE IT She means it!!!! :)  CRAPPY Relationship TheroryYou are about to meet your new date. Adrenaline rushed thru your vein. Your heart is pounding, you checked your look couple times be4 you left home. Your shirt looks good on you.Checking your make up in your car mirror then double check whether you have lipstick on your teeth. You made </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112684965922322030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112684965922322030&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112684965922322030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112684965922322030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-woman-says-i-see-you-differently.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112675952649173103</id><published>2005-09-14T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T02:04:22.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE PILLARS OF A RELATIONSHIP: SACRIFICESince we live in a world that is sometimes broken down into dollars and cents, I thought I would begin by recognizing the most fundamental and basic principle of economics: “There are no free lunches.” Everything in life has a cost to it. It might not be cash or capital, it might be an opportunity cost (the cost of your choice when weighed against the loss </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112675952649173103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112675952649173103&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112675952649173103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112675952649173103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/pillars-of-relationship-sacrifice.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112666890871883733</id><published>2005-09-13T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T23:31:15.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Relationship vs Love One of the commentators made a comment on the previous post that relationship is what you make out of it. I would agree some of it but there is a major flaw in it. Relationship involves two people and it is the product what two people put into it. We cannot tell anybody: Yo, u know what? It is what YOU put in it. You can put, all you want in relationship but still get nothing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112666890871883733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112666890871883733&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112666890871883733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112666890871883733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/relationship-vs-love-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112659100519843200</id><published>2005-09-13T00:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T02:19:06.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE PILLARS OF A RELATIONSHIP: CONSIDERATIONIt’s nice to be back in the Windy City. I’m back in town, and since I have spent a lot of time with older and wiser men and women, I thought I would begin my post with a bit of ancient wisdom.In Islam, there are five pillars which hold up the foundation of the faith. Roughly in English, they are:I. WITNESSING: (SHAHADA) THERE IS NO GOD BUT GOD, AND </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112659100519843200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112659100519843200&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112659100519843200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112659100519843200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/pillars-of-relationship-consideration.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112647755221838530</id><published>2005-09-11T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T17:32:36.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> LOVE WITH PATIENCE Every day is a lesson. I was running in a beautiful Forest Park (I have been told Forest Park is older then Central park but a pit smaller) yesterday. Forest Park is truly beautiful if you ever come to STL/Lou’ (that is the way we call Saint Louis) you got to check this park. If you into running or roller-skating you CANNOT miss the opportunity. It was my routine 7 miles </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112647755221838530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112647755221838530&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112647755221838530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112647755221838530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-with-patience-every-day-is-lesson.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112632520804736320</id><published>2005-09-09T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T03:06:10.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am pretty.. So pretty. No wonder if i were man I would also be intimidated by my look. My look gives a message:"Try to talk to me I will outsmart you LOL"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112632520804736320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112632520804736320&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112632520804736320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112632520804736320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112625159558612847</id><published>2005-09-09T02:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T12:36:58.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> LOVE OR FEAR? I was in a funny situation today. I almost wanted to smash my cell phone on somebody’s head. Have you ever heard the phrase knucklehead? Yeah that guy is a knucklehead beside trying to be a really jerk. I was in a meeting from 4 to 8 pm. (Most of it was just yapping. I understand why most kids come out from schools with no education what so ever or very little education) I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112625159558612847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112625159558612847&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112625159558612847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112625159558612847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/love-or-fear-i-was-in-funny-situation.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112616846739973876</id><published>2005-09-08T03:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T03:46:18.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> WHAT LOVE MEANT TO BEComplication is not new to me. I have spent my childhood in complication and tried to figure out why everyone’s mother was younger than mine. Then later I found out an answer to the question. She was my grandmother not biological mother. Then I become defensive when someone asked me how was my mother. Anyways, all that is a differnt topic.Life is complicated as it is. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112616846739973876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112616846739973876&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112616846739973876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112616846739973876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-love-meant-to-be-complication-is.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112607134987591490</id><published>2005-09-07T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T14:39:17.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EVERYBODY PLAYS THE FOOLIn 1972, the group The Main Ingredient reached #3 on the music charts with the hit, “Everybody Plays the Fool.” I grew up listening to what’s now referred to as “classic soul,” and I still have a particular fondness for how simply so many of those songs convey the most complex emotions. For instance, Rudy Clark, Kenny Williams &amp; Jim Bailey, the three men credited with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112607134987591490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112607134987591490&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112607134987591490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112607134987591490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/everybody-plays-fool-in-1972-group.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112604741989825415</id><published>2005-09-06T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:02:00.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Dangerously in love or obsessed with love?I am really having blast after my graduation and looking for jobs. I think finding a job is also kind game. It is a game that has its own rules such as discrimination, alienation, favoritism, overqualified or under qualified BS ing etc..Uh oh … am I complaining. Naw not at all. Yeah I almost forgot it is not my professional whining blog it is my romantic</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112604741989825415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112604741989825415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112604741989825415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112604741989825415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/dangerously-in-love-or-obsessed-with.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112597804949889020</id><published>2005-09-05T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:56:43.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHAT'S SERIOUS?I have had the great fortune of spending this Labor Day weekend with my family. Sometimes it’s nice to get out of Chicago and spend some time away. Since I’ve been home sleeping in my childhood bed and spending time with my family, I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about what I’m serious about in life. Life is a serious endeavor. Now, I don’t think that means life isn’t fun. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112597804949889020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112597804949889020&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112597804949889020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112597804949889020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/whats-seriousi-have-had-great-fortune.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112596090858196057</id><published>2005-09-05T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T06:39:19.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems like last couple days I have been out and about. Thursday I was in a good underground Hip Hop Club that STL can offer. Friday I was in Russian house party. Saturday, I was doing something. I am sure I was not at home. Sunday, yesterday I went to club. I was a designated driver. I was give a ride my friend and her new boyfriend. Since I gave up drinking I get the driver seat always. I was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112596090858196057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112596090858196057&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112596090858196057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112596090858196057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/it-seems-like-last-couple-days-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112586884963614733</id><published>2005-09-04T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T19:37:24.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE STYLISH-LIFE?In a lot of instances, I think our initial search for a mate is backward. Of course images catch the eye, but what about life-style?When we first have our initial attraction to someone, the manner they present themselves has a big influence on us. Everybody wants to believe: “I don’t care about THINGS.” Nobody wants to believe they are easily impressed. I suppose we think it’s a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112586884963614733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112586884963614733&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112586884963614733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112586884963614733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/stylish-life-in-lot-of-instances-i.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112570221848187744</id><published>2005-09-02T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T18:17:55.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The foundation of my life used to be built on illusions when I was young. When I was teenager I built wrong walls on bad foundation to keep my roof over my head. I decorated my roof so fancy and attractive that I started to believe my illusion-based foundation is fixed. Now I am 26 going to be 27 soon I feel there is a need to scratch everything and start over again, especially my romantic life. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112570221848187744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112570221848187744&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112570221848187744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112570221848187744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/foundation-of-my-life-used-to-be-built.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112564540965338779</id><published>2005-09-02T02:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T17:29:11.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am extremely upset today because I received an email from my ex who was first love and he is married now and has a son. Why on the world he would want to contact me telling me he is passing by house we used to rent and live. That evoked a wonderful memories that he wanted to share. He is the person who cut all contacts with me no reason what so ever and got married in 6 month.I am not upset </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112564540965338779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112564540965338779&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112564540965338779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112564540965338779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-extremely-upset-today-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112559578633328268</id><published>2005-09-01T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:36:49.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVE.. INTERACT... UNCONDITIONAL ...There is not such a thing unconditional love. Everything has conditions. Sometimes it is easily understood, sometimes it is just hard to understand. Not long time ago someone asked me if I was loved unconditionally. I do not think so. At the same time I do not believe there is such a thing. If I am wrong life will prove me otherwise. Maybe initially people love</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112559578633328268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112559578633328268&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112559578633328268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112559578633328268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/09/love.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112516447491667803</id><published>2005-08-27T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T15:39:07.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOVE- COMPLICATED ? OH .. NO , YES.. I DO NOT KNOW.. U KNOW?Since I am traveling I am going to keep this post short. I was not expecting to write about this topic but Theresa, one of my blog readers, sparked my mind. That spark caused a hurricane in my mind. I am not even exaggerating. I just realized love is also not a feeling. Love is reflection of other feelings. Unfortunately most of us do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112516447491667803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112516447491667803&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112516447491667803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112516447491667803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-complicated-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112495625170190396</id><published>2005-08-25T02:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T11:53:23.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MANAGE IT OR LET IT LOSE? Seems like all troubles of life start chasing me when it is bed time. I am wondering if I am the only weirdo who feels awkward late pm hours.Today I was very productive and active. I biked 36 miles while my mind was wondering what is the cause of anger in relationship. It seems people get angry or upset with the person when they care. Some of us chose to verbalize it- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112495625170190396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112495625170190396&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112495625170190396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112495625170190396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/manage-it-or-let-it-lose-seems-like.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112482158998405498</id><published>2005-08-23T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T06:50:50.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SELFISHNESS, SELF-INTEREST &amp; THE GOLDEN-RULEThe First-Century Hebrew sage, Rabbi Hillel, taught the maxim: “That which is hateful to you, do not do to your neighbor.” We now call this the Golden-Rule. But when is it important to exclusively take care of yourself, even though it may not be in the best interest of your friend or partner? My thoughts are that acting in self-interest is a good thing,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112482158998405498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112482158998405498&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112482158998405498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112482158998405498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/selfishness-self-interest-that-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112470162054484863</id><published>2005-08-22T04:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T04:12:28.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Seems like everybody wants to be understood. What does really that mean? What do we understand from it ? Does that mean we have to dance our butt off into somebody’s music or we have to have we own music to get others to tune in. What is it? Due to my lack of dating experience or my stupid choices I often find myself dancing with someone else music even though I hate it.In relationships, I always</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112470162054484863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112470162054484863&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112470162054484863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112470162054484863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/seems-like-everybody-wants-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112465495336464616</id><published>2005-08-21T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T21:48:15.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> DO WE GET WHAT WE WISH FOR?I’ve been told that there is a curse in Chinese that says: “May you get everything you wish for.” The prospect that something you lust for and passionately desire to obtain can be a curse leaves a powerful impression on me. There seems to be a tremendous amount of logic and wisdom to it.How does this pertain to men and women’s misunderstandings of each other?Well… it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112465495336464616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112465495336464616&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112465495336464616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112465495336464616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/do-we-get-what-we-wish-for-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112442808127349721</id><published>2005-08-18T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T15:24:59.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ARE WE REALLY LISTENING?I once asked a neuro-surgeon: “what’s the secret to women?” He was an opinionated and confident guy, and he definately has a bit of wisdom (I’m distinguishing “wisdom” from “knowledge” here). Actually, I love talking to this guy, and every time we get a minute to hang out, he’s always funny too. So take his comments with a bit of sugar, though he was serious when he said </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112442808127349721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112442808127349721&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112442808127349721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112442808127349721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/are-we-really-listening-i-once-asked.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112438659069761874</id><published>2005-08-18T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T12:00:14.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOW MUCH WE LEARN FROM PAST ? We have heard over and over again that LIFE is the best teacher and you learn as you grow older. I have rebellion side of me, which says that is a fair tale. I do not think it is the LIFE teaches us. I think it is out ability to learn. The more I think about my pass experiences and so called lessons I realize I intend making same mistakes over and over again but in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112438659069761874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112438659069761874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112438659069761874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112438659069761874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-much-we-learn-from-past-we-have.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112432333004631552</id><published>2005-08-17T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T19:10:26.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HOW TO COMMUNICATE ?Peoples’ communication skills always amaze me. I was in my 20’s I realized I lack in communication skills. Living by myself since I was 14 years old taught me how to be a good negotiate to get the things I want to get but made me ignore communication skills while I was strengthening my negotiation skills. I have learned how to communicate with people but I still have a problem</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112432333004631552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112432333004631552&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112432333004631552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112432333004631552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-to-communicate-peoples.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112429383861072670</id><published>2005-08-17T10:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:36:17.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IS JEALOUSLY A GOOD THING?When you’re jealous over someone, does it mean you care? I wonder about that. I get the feeling that jealousy is often a manifestation of selfishness. Or even worse, it’s a verbalization of distrust. In my opinion, either of these qualities is potentially relationship ending. Neither is the foundation of something lasting. Selfishness in a person may just be a signal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112429383861072670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112429383861072670&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112429383861072670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112429383861072670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/is-jealously-good-thing-when-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112424160348304450</id><published>2005-08-16T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T13:21:07.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IS THERE SUCH A THING AS BRUTAL HONESTY?I’ve found a good deal of people who subscribe to the so-called “Brutal Honesty” philosophy of life. But I often wonder if there is such a thing.How does this pertain to men and women’s misunderstandings of each other?Well… there seems to be far less “honesty” in the concept of brutal honesty than the phrase pre-supposes. I’ve found that the concept seems </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112424160348304450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112424160348304450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112424160348304450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112424160348304450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/is-there-such-thing-as-brutal-honesty.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112415971238397149</id><published>2005-08-15T19:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:30:40.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DO WE SAY WHAT WE MEAN?Everyone SAYS that honesty is one of the most important qualities they look for in a mate. But do those of us who purport to covet honesty so much, PROVIDE the truthfulness we demand from others? Relationships are a two-way street. It has been my experience that we often demand quite a bit more than we are willing or even able to give.Here’s a newsflash: WORDS HAVE MEANING.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112415971238397149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112415971238397149&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112415971238397149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112415971238397149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/do-we-say-what-we-mean-everyone-says.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112414269432564204</id><published>2005-08-15T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:57:41.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WHY DO WE ALLOW ANYBODY TO YANK OUR HEART ?  Recently I found out that one of the guys I knew, whom I adore with my whole heart and appreciate him more than he can guess, was in love with me. They say knowing is beautiful but in my case it is painful. It is painful because I closed my heart and soul such a way I could not see it. I used to think he just thinks I am a cool person to hang out with.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112414269432564204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112414269432564204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112414269432564204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112414269432564204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/why-do-we-allow-anybody-to-yank-our.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112404640350390188</id><published>2005-08-14T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T01:09:46.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PEOPLE ARE INTERESTING One of the most interesting places to interact with someone is in a chat-room. For some people it’s their only opportunity to act out and pretend to be the person they dream of being. Even a passive participant of the chat-room world can openly see this for themselves. For me, what makes chat-rooms so interesting is the full range of “Looney Toons” you can run across. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112404640350390188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112404640350390188&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112404640350390188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112404640350390188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/people-are-interesting-one-of-most.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15005468034674523780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5825/1427/1600/cs.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112400131823750752</id><published>2005-08-14T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T19:41:28.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There often seems to be an insurmountable chasm between the emotional understandings of a man and woman. But it is my belief that the distance between men and women’s emotional understandings of each other is far from cursed, though many of us have become jaded and feel that to be the case. In my experience, the biggest problems arises primarily because of a failure to listen; not just hear some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112400131823750752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112400131823750752&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112400131823750752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112400131823750752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/there-often-seems-to-be-insurmountable.html' title=''/><author><name>nosthegametoo</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112399821082682157</id><published>2005-08-14T00:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T19:41:48.910-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Story I: Here is my first story about a guy I dated. I think he deserves all the rights to be a first person I am going to write about. Since I am not going to put people’s real name on the web I am going to give them a nickname. So I will call him Polar Bear. He is the best thing has happened to me. I meet him right after my 4 years relationship ended. He was taking economics class with me and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112399821082682157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112399821082682157&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112399821082682157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112399821082682157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/story-i-here-is-my-first-story-about.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112391648739267423</id><published>2005-08-13T01:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T19:42:07.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My date profile reads:Heading: We teach people how treat us I am open-minded, choosy, multicultural, well traveled, sophisticated but not complicated, “can do” attitude person. I do not bring drama. I am not expecting to meet anybody who can bring drama or create “drama situations.” Here is message topic for you if you decide to write to me.1. What is the most important life-lesson you've learned</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112391648739267423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112391648739267423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112391648739267423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112391648739267423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-date-profile-reads-heading-we-teach.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112388493487079974</id><published>2005-08-12T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T17:21:02.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bitter Love As I mentioned before I am Internet junkie, which includes online dating too. Couple weeks ago I received this email from one gentleman. “I'm not the Donald Trump that most women dream of finding.... I'm just interested in occasional movie or dinner dates. Not interested in a relationship with anyone.I won't waste time on a long message. I've learned that writing a lot (which I have a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112388493487079974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112388493487079974&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112388493487079974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112388493487079974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/bitter-love-as-i-mentioned-before-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15280239.post-112387228699587030</id><published>2005-08-12T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T13:44:47.016-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tired of Dating Games</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/feeds/112387228699587030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15280239&amp;postID=112387228699587030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112387228699587030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15280239/posts/default/112387228699587030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothegame.blogspot.com/2005/08/tired-of-dating-games.html' title=''/><author><name>No_the_game</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18200024471427033977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6809/1409/1600/blognice.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
