<?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-6003338521618115333</id><updated>2011-05-21T20:31:33.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kay-soo-bee-why</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksuby.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003338521618115333/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksuby.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Koushik Subramanian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/456/728/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003338521618115333.post-6077767576798246327</id><published>2007-01-21T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:57:32.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>breaking the story,</title><content type='html'>So what a great weekend. Friday night was a blast, as a lot of people were there, and good times had by all. Saturday night, was very relaxing. Sat around, played euchre and pool for about 3-4 hours, and did nothing else. That my friends is a great relaxing night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, and on friday I picked my new toy for my bike. A nice set of fairings. I dont have time to put them on yet, but hopefully this week I will. I cant wait to see what Isabelle ( my bikes name ) looks like with a dress on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up late sunday morning and had an urge to cook so i did. New recipe,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lime juice, cilantro ( finely chopped ), onions ( minced ), turmeric, oregano, crushed red pepper, peppercorn ( not pepper) and a pinch of salt, with fresh jalepenos ( cut however u like ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went very well with everything. I had this mango Daal and mixed it everything else, and it was delicious.  I sat around and watched the game, and was soooo happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEARS WON, and I am exicted to see the colts won too. This will be a fun matchup to watch. Went to go workout, did about 10 laps, as well as lifted a ton and played basketball. While i was shooting around, 2 little kids ( who were probably 8 and 6 ) came up and wanted to play a game, so I did. Of course I had to let them win, and the kids were actually decent, and the smile on their faces when they did was priceless. I kept playing after wards, and one of the kids was like "woah" nice shot, and over and over again, was trying to emulate me. I love being looked up to, probably because I am the oldest of all my cousins and in a way, they do.  I later came home, to sit, cook some more food, and just enjoy the snowy weather. Then when I am about to lie down, BANG, a huge explosion. I walked downstairs to see if a boiler or something had given, but nothing. By the time i get upstairs I look outside, to see what happened, and all the dogs of my neighbors are barking like crazy. I still dont know what the noise was, but somehow it persuaded me to type all this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can be it, I want to be it, I Will be it." - quote thats been on my mind lately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, MONDAYS POST SHOULD BE A GOOD ONE, its gonna be on personality, and traits in a way. I have had it on my mind for a while. and by popular demand, chapter 9 will soon be coming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003338521618115333-6077767576798246327?l=ksuby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://subramk.blogspot.com/' title='breaking the story,'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksuby.blogspot.com/feeds/6077767576798246327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003338521618115333&amp;postID=6077767576798246327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003338521618115333/posts/default/6077767576798246327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003338521618115333/posts/default/6077767576798246327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksuby.blogspot.com/2007/01/breaking-story.html' title='breaking the story,'/><author><name>Koushik Subramanian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/456/728/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6003338521618115333.post-8188284978953198064</id><published>2007-01-16T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T18:05:36.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First post again</title><content type='html'>So apparently Google finally integrated their blogger thing with everything else, and now I cant access my old blog titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im done with it all now. Only certain people will know what I mean when I say that, but it is still worth throwing it out there. There is just a feeling like its not the same, and somehow things have changed completely but in a way that makes no sense. Usually when something happens, there is a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been said that, "Every action has a reaction."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in this case, the reaction didn't have an action. It was a flip of coin, and suddenly a choice was made. Those are always the toughest because you wonder where things went wrong, and if you someone like me you assess everything. When something goes wrong, I step back and take a big look at everything and assess everything around me and my actions to see what happened and to think about the reaction that ensued. Afterwards, I am very confident that I will be able to not make the same mistake twice. In a way, its a personal take on negative feedback. I learn what I did wrong, so that next time, I wont be able to commit the same mistake. Now back to the situation at hand....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where i went wrong? ( if someone else does, please enlighten me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also been thinking lately that if this is all a game, well then GAME ON. I am not one to give up easily if I lose. Things will start to get interesting now, if its the game I think it is, well, I love that game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6003338521618115333-8188284978953198064?l=ksuby.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ksuby.blogspot.com/feeds/8188284978953198064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6003338521618115333&amp;postID=8188284978953198064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003338521618115333/posts/default/8188284978953198064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6003338521618115333/posts/default/8188284978953198064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ksuby.blogspot.com/2007/01/first-post-again.html' title='First post again'/><author><name>Koushik Subramanian</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/456/728/1600/untitled.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
