<?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-17777598</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:50:12.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If not you then who?</title><subtitle type='html'>"Simply amazing" NewYork Times</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mandeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311008174874566814</uri><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17777598.post-7481595476238505956</id><published>2007-02-01T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:37:16.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKPe4G1Ris8/RcG8slFg8KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmWLoT1_ig8/s1600-h/ice-zamboni.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026506133177692322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKPe4G1Ris8/RcG8slFg8KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmWLoT1_ig8/s320/ice-zamboni.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so a new post! I hate school but I have to finish, why? I'm not really sure but all I know is I loved this school at one time and some how over night I lost that. So now I do ice which is a lot of fun but isn't really doing it for me like it used to. Whats next? umm time to live the dream, lets go fly planes. Any comments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17777598-7481595476238505956?l=mandeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/7481595476238505956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17777598&amp;postID=7481595476238505956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/7481595476238505956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/7481595476238505956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/2007/02/ok-so-new-post-i-hate-school-but-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311008174874566814</uri><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SKPe4G1Ris8/RcG8slFg8KI/AAAAAAAAAAM/FmWLoT1_ig8/s72-c/ice-zamboni.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17777598.post-116548028087533653</id><published>2006-12-06T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T01:17:17.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3993/1721/1600/21615/000_0599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3993/1721/320/478212/000_0599.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is this picture? Well it is stanch Muslims (it means devout) during there holy month of Ramadan. These few guys sleep and stay in the mosque during this time fasting while the sun is up (they stuff there faces when the sun goes down) “Ramadan is the ninth month of the Muslim calendar. The Month of Ramadan is also when it is believed "the Holy Quran was sent down from heaven, a guidance unto men, a declaration of direction, and a means of Salvation". It is during this month that Muslims fast. It is called the Fast of Ramadan and lasts the entire month. Ramadan is a time when Muslims concentrate on their faith and spend less time on the concerns of their everyday lives. It is a time of worship and contemplation. During the Fast of Ramadan strict restraints are placed on the daily lives of Muslims. They are not allowed to eat or drink during the daylight hours. Smoking and sexual relations are also forbidden during fasting. At the end of the day the fast is broken with prayer and a meal called the iftar. In the evening following the iftar it is customary for Muslims to go out visiting family and friends. The fast is resumed the next morning. According to "the Holy Quran":  One may eat and drink at any time during the night "until you can plainly distinguish a white thread from a black thread by the daylight: then keep the fast until night" &lt;br /&gt;The good that is acquired through the fast can be destroyed by five things - &lt;br /&gt;the telling of a lie &lt;br /&gt;slander &lt;br /&gt;denouncing someone behind his back &lt;br /&gt;a false oath &lt;br /&gt;greed or covetousness. &lt;br /&gt;These are considered offensive at all times, but are most offensive during the Fast of Ramadan.” &lt;br /&gt;I went on a field trip to a mosque and this is what we saw, people sleeping in there sanctuary. It blew me away that they were there (mainly because it was 11:30 am if that’s not lazy I don’t know what is. Jk) I had two roommates in University that were Muslims (and one Sikh guy, yes I feared from my life in that room as a Christian. Jk sort of!) and they did the fasting for Ramadan and it was an interesting practice to me mainly because they didn’t pray they just did the fasting and piled the food in at night (that there mom had sent them on the bus every two weeks all year! All they had to do was microwave it because they didn’t know how to cook at the age of 25 and 27. Yeah I know.) I have yet see one person in my Christian life to have this type of devotion to there faith. (The guys in the Mosque not my man-boy roommates.) So I ask when was the last time anyone took steps to fast all day or pray all night (which is funny to me because I have a sneaking suspicion that they were sleeping at night, kind of like the Peter, James and John in the garden of Gethsemane while Jesus prayed all night for the Fathers will the night before he liberated all from sin, if they so choose.) &lt;br /&gt;So now I have had a sleeping problem off and on these last 6 months and I try to pray all night and man it’s good but it’s tough. I guess what drew me to this thought is I’ve been battling this problem am I being spiritual enough as I call my self a Christian, which I know throws up red flags and it did for me to until I found myself being pushed away from spirituality because of these red flags. I didn’t know where to draw the line, but now I do. So if anyone wants to join me in prayer or just getting together and talking about things that are more than just surface level, superficial drivel and go deeper (that’s me) let me know because that’s what I’m all about and I would love to share that time with other people wanting to act like Christians. I call it put your money where your mouth is time. &lt;br /&gt;And that’s how we put the sprinkles on the cup cake of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17777598-116548028087533653?l=mandeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/116548028087533653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17777598&amp;postID=116548028087533653' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/116548028087533653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/116548028087533653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-is-this-picture-well-it-is-stanch.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311008174874566814</uri><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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17777598.post-116346604743238025</id><published>2006-11-13T16:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:06:54.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3993/1721/1600/THE%20bike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3993/1721/320/THE%20bike.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There isn't a whole lot going on in life right now, but I do have some questions. When someone rejects God so they can gain an identity of there own, are they really rejecting themselves; since we are created in Gods image and there is a part of Him in all of us, (the part that gives us choice). Are they rejecting the part of themselves that would actually give them there identity and are they really taking choice away from themselves as they restrict there view of "the pursuit" of there identity. If they are doing this how do we show them that the one thing they are looking for they have just rejected? My other question is this, what are we doing in life that is allowing our “former absolute beliefs” to be blurred into obscurity that seems to lead to some sort of philosophical retardation! We create cyclical arguments that seems to confuse people to the point of not noticing that we’ve created more mental highs and lows in people than a bi polar, narcissistic, schizophrenic on ecstasy, drinking a glass of blasted church red wine with a rofie dissolving in the bottom while telling a joke about aids babies to THEMSELVES! &lt;br /&gt;Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17777598-116346604743238025?l=mandeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/116346604743238025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17777598&amp;postID=116346604743238025' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/116346604743238025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/116346604743238025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/2006/11/there-isnt-whole-lot-going-on-in-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311008174874566814</uri><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17777598.post-116244948518840503</id><published>2006-11-01T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T12:05:35.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3993/1721/1600/idiots.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3993/1721/320/idiots.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok let’s try this again; I’ve had a pretty gut wrenching humbling week… why? Good question! I made the stupidest mistake I think I have ever made in my life (hence the apology in the post below) this mistake was so bad it even surprised me at how stupid it really was. When I make mistakes there not usually that bad but for some reason I guess I felt I needed to set some sort of idiot record. I put something on my blog that I really, really shouldn’t have and in doing that I hurt some friends who didn’t deserve to be hurt and I’m extremely sorry for that, ( I don’t think I will ever stop apologizing for this). The other big problem with this is that I put my credibility as a friend on the line, broke trust and even worse I put my leadership in question (which is one of my biggest fears) and so in doing this I have a lot of begging for forgiveness to do and a mess that I have to clean up that could take a long time. So if you are reading this and you know what I’m talking about then I ask for your forgiveness and I don’t really know how to tell you how sorry I really am, but I just hope and pray that you believe me. But not just through this post but if you leave a comment (or email me that you know what I’m talking about) then you will probably get a visit from doing this in person. If you have no clue what this is about then please pray for me because I’m going to be eating this mistake for a long,long time! &lt;br /&gt;      Mandeep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17777598-116244948518840503?l=mandeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/116244948518840503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17777598&amp;postID=116244948518840503' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/116244948518840503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/116244948518840503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/2006/11/ok-lets-try-this-again-ive-had-pretty.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311008174874566814</uri><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17777598.post-116220601149665981</id><published>2006-10-30T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T23:26:53.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3993/1721/1600/bike%20006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3993/1721/320/bike%20006.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17777598-116220601149665981?l=mandeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/116220601149665981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17777598&amp;postID=116220601149665981' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/116220601149665981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/116220601149665981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/2006/10/sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311008174874566814</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17777598.post-116181911989953531</id><published>2006-10-25T16:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T16:34:32.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3993/1721/1600/bike%20009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3993/1721/320/bike%20009.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today is my Sabbath, I know some might question why Sunday is not my Sabbath and am I out of Gods will because I take my God day in the middle of the week (also known as hump day). The answer is no! I usually have to do things in church on Sunday and Tuesday which makes those days out and hardly a day of rest. So after two months of 3-4 hours of sleep a night, school, exams, young adult gearing back up and people peppering me with questions about girls, marriage and a non existent love life, I finally got a day off. Thank God for day seven. I got lots of sleep last night, woke up, worked out a little bit, took a shower prayed lots (I like to do it in the shower no one bugs me there) and have been doing a whole lot of nothing and I plan to do this all freakin day long.&lt;br /&gt;I used to value my alone time but think I took it for granted, so God has shown me how important it really is these last few months, and man am I grateful for this one day. It might not happen again for a while so I’m trying to enjoy it as much as I can. Thanks for reading and God bless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17777598-116181911989953531?l=mandeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/116181911989953531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17777598&amp;postID=116181911989953531' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/116181911989953531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/116181911989953531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-today-is-my-sabbath-i-know-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311008174874566814</uri><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17777598.post-116107979419351946</id><published>2006-10-17T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T03:41:02.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3993/1721/1600/IMG_0070%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3993/1721/200/IMG_0070%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it’s been a really long time since I wrote a legitimate post so I think I will call this one AN ODE TO ME&lt;br /&gt;What does it look like to live the life of me, well for starters I’m a Christian so being Indian and a Christian (with a Jewish Star of David that looks like a giant vinyl decal on my arm) I get a massive amount of ridicules questions thrown at me constantly.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sample: Oh is your family Christian? And I say yes. How did that happen? I say well there was this whale and it was beached so my parents went out to rescue it and as my mom pushed this massive 100 foot long 17 story beast back into the water with her bare hands and rolled up pant legs to her knees, my dad climbed up on to its head to look at the blow hole and he saw a little man inside. The man asked for help and said his name was Jonah so my dad being the wise man that he is said hey have a beer man it will make all your troubles go away. Jonah was very thankful and said hey my fair skinned friend (because my dad has really white skin for an Indian guy most people think he’s Portuguese) I hope God blesses you, and my dad thought about that and said to himself I would like God to bless me. Then cracked a beer himself while sitting on the slowly reversing whale when he did he heard a voice from in the can, it was a winning talking can and it said if you follow Jesus I will give you 3 boys and no girls and that’s how we got saved. As a side note the whale was fine and my mom got the key to the city from the mayor which was made of chocolate and we ate it as a family. (quick note I love stupid questions like how did that happen?).&lt;br /&gt;Next question? Is Mandeep your first and last name like Man Deep and I say why yes it is and Parihar is my nick name not my last name and my family we all share the same nick name after our first and middle names. Ok moving on, next will be (and people actually say this) I’m so glad you are here to minister to the Indian people of our community to bridge the gap for us are you excited?. I usually say I’m not really Indian I have the same disease Michael Jackson had but just in reverse my first name is actually Man not Mandeep so I can see how people get confused. (I like naive people) Sometimes I think that I should buy these people helmets so they can walk around and enjoy everyday life pain free. Well that’s my rant because its really late at night and no one actually reads this stuff so I can humor myself as much as I want and I do. You can’t see it but I’m killing my self laughing right now I hope you are to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17777598-116107979419351946?l=mandeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/116107979419351946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17777598&amp;postID=116107979419351946' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/116107979419351946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/116107979419351946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/2006/10/well-its-been-really-long-time-since-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311008174874566814</uri><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>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17777598.post-114976248013301490</id><published>2006-06-08T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T03:28:00.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey Jer good to see your still up to date on my non blog, blog.&lt;br /&gt;Cya at noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hopefully one day) Pastordeep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17777598-114976248013301490?l=mandeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/114976248013301490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17777598&amp;postID=114976248013301490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/114976248013301490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/114976248013301490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/2006/06/hey-jer-good-to-see-your-still-up-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311008174874566814</uri><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17777598.post-113780336390136538</id><published>2006-01-20T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T16:29:23.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been almost a month since my last post. What have I been up to? Not a whole lot. The high lights of the last month were I got to go home and was there for 11 days, which was very nice to see my buddies ( who live in Vancouver, its funny that we have to go to Rupert to see each other). School started again and I was surprised by the good grades that I got so I was happy about. I also spent 1052 bucks on my car that i don't have so I know visa is happy with my business (I hope I win the win what you buy contest that would be nice) So thats life as of late so yeah thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17777598-113780336390136538?l=mandeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/113780336390136538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17777598&amp;postID=113780336390136538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/113780336390136538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/113780336390136538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/2006/01/its-been-almost-month-since-my-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311008174874566814</uri><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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17777598.post-113549979456284003</id><published>2005-12-25T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T04:00:42.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a while since my last post, so here is my life from then. I went to some movies and then (to fast forward) i was at a friends house while his wife was getting ready to divorce him and throw him out of the house for cheating on her for the 5th time (that we know of) so that was pretty harsh but I found out latter that the only reason I was there was to make sure my friend Jake didn't get beat up, meaning I was the muscle! which I thought was halarious. Then another person came to me a few days later and told me that she was leaving her boyfriend but was going to do it in stages, because everything she owned was in his name. She is going to do it over a period of time, but has fully made the decision to leave. I asked her why? She said that they've been dating for 3.5 years and she wants to get married. Which is fair enough but doesn't feel secure in him doing so because if he hasn't made the commitment yet then he most likely won't. Which is also fair, my response was if he walked through the door with a ring would you still leave and she said yes "my mind is made up". My next question to her was when are you going to leave and she said one month. I asked if she still loved him or cared about him and her answer shocked me... she said no! So to my understanding she is a Christian, who is living with her boyfriend (just a side not this is not good) so she is going to keep living with him while not caring for him and letting him believe that she does (another side not this is what we call lying by ommision also not good) so I prayed about the situation and asked God what to do? Should I tell him or should I leave it alone. The problem is I like to be a straight shooter and tell people how it is, the problem part is that people tell me that im to abbrasive and to critical. So a new problem arises do I tell him flat out or do I do what I've worked my whole personality around (no bush beating or ass powdering just tell it like it is, the truth is the truth) So I prayed more ,well God I want to help and want to tell him but it could be bad. That night I looked into the mirror and realized I could not see my balls (this doesn't happen offen, I don't look for my balls but in this case its a metaphor for being a man) mainly because I had pants on and no x-ray glasses which would come in handy but not as a professed Christian. But im off track so I have no manhood which is not me, and so I thought about what was happening in my life. I went to bed thinking and praying and asked for a an opportunity. Well it came 5 hours later when my buddy phoned me and said he needed help doing some stuff for about an hour just me and him, thank God. So I told him that I was concerned. That as his girlfriend had told me this info I was shaken as well as repulsed that she would do this as a Christian (he isn't) to be premeditated to break up with him and live with him at the same time just not tell him it was over. So I did apologize to him that if I had over steped my bounds I was very, very sorry but I felt he had to know. It led to a good conversation about God. He asked me if God tests me and I replied, all the time and then he asked what I would do in this situation, so I got to give him my 2 cents. It was nice to speak into someones life that left them with life and hope (something I have been working on). So to make a short story long I thank God every day for the situations he is using me in. How do I get into these situations? Well there part of my prayer life, not that I would meddle in other peoples affairs but that when things happen to people, God would use me to convey Him in a loving manner and let me tell ya (who ever is reading this your "ya" sorry but its true, the truth hurts but you'll get over it) theres nothing better than being used by God. Its that point when your soul realizes your purpose in life is being fulfilled, what fullfillment? Doing Gods will there is no greater feeling or task.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17777598-113549979456284003?l=mandeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/113549979456284003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17777598&amp;postID=113549979456284003' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/113549979456284003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/113549979456284003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-been-while-since-my-last-post-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311008174874566814</uri><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-17777598.post-113290052865170049</id><published>2005-11-24T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T22:35:28.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So i got called a racist today and legitmetly so. I saw someone get angered at racism and it was really good to see looking back on it but its also really hard to hear someone say it because of me when i didn't even notice what i had said. They were right to call me on it and i appreciated it, even though it was a little bit of racism it was still racism and its good that he didn't tollerate it. I hope the day never comes when he has to feel the amount or severity of racism iv faced but if he does i would love to see him have the same reaction and he said "there is no room for it ever". He is totally right, to tell you the truth i got angry when i got home that he called me on something so small but i was only angry because i was a little embarassed and in comparison to what iv seen or had directed at me he has no clue what it feels like but in all honesty that little bit was enough for him to be upset and thats ok its better that we could talk about it right away and get it out of the way. All that aside i had a business card made and i really like it i think people might see it as vain becasue there is a picture of me on it but thats how it turned out and if you come to my house there is not a lot of pictures of me growing up and i always hated that all the memories of my life my parents never cared to have there all in my head so when someone takes a picture of me i want it becasue i don't have very many so it put one on the card because it one of rare good ones of me i feel so i like it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17777598-113290052865170049?l=mandeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/113290052865170049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17777598&amp;postID=113290052865170049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/113290052865170049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/113290052865170049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/2005/11/so-i-got-called-racist-today-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311008174874566814</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17777598.post-113262605397504262</id><published>2005-11-21T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T01:05:07.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well its monday wing night I love wing night. Jeremy is out of town so i'll see if my big name principal works iv seen it work before so i know it does, but what man goes to war saying i have enough amoe! you can always use more right? i'm saying right like im talking to someone but im talking to myself. Well my friend just got really mad at me which was kinda funny but he was valid by getting mad at the same time.  I told him in the form of a question (if that makes sense) that the topic of medicating people with mental conditions can be a good thing and he said a response and i replied by saying that is a assumetion but i meant to say, &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;that an assumption and he kind freaked out and then started swearing which was the funny part. But he made a good point which i have always feared (not fearing that he could ever make a good point) which is how i come across as a know it all. I hate that and I try my best to not come across that way but it doesn't seem to be working, so i think im at a bit of a loss. But thats fine i guess im glad he told me and i can always use improvement, it kinda sucks that he had to get pissed to tell me because that makes me think he's been bottling it in for a while which is not good so im glad he spit it out. And yes i do know it all and am right 100% of the time and im also superman...deep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17777598-113262605397504262?l=mandeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/113262605397504262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17777598&amp;postID=113262605397504262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/113262605397504262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/113262605397504262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-its-monday-wing-night-i-love-wing.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311008174874566814</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17777598.post-113245273400165226</id><published>2005-11-19T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T18:22:52.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm here again for myself to read i haven't given this blog out to anyone so i haven't expected anyone to write anything. Yesterday i went to the youth all nighter and had some of the most fun in my life, why? I played a game were i got to shoot kids with a paint ball gun while they ran through our relay course. Some of the brighter kids decided to run with there shirts off in zero degree weather. I think they got hit the most, white kids running with no shirts on in the dark were really easy to spot. The fun part was i hit one kid (his name shoes and i have no clue why) in the nuts and a paint ball square in the belly button man..... that kid was in some pain and i couldn't stop laughing it was such a great night. I also hit another kid in the nuts but his was less painful i hear. The kicker was i accidentally hit my buddy shooter Clint, i was shooting at one kid and shot to far and hit Clint. I told the two relay teams about it and they died laughing but i guess Clint didn't think it was as funny. What he did think was funny was that he left the paint balls in his car before the game and they froze. So we had to wait for them to thaw out so we made the kids run the course thinking they were good and not get hit (we never told them our hoppers were empty) they thought we "really sucked" at shooting then we checked the paint balls outside of Deans new truck and Clint decided to squeeze one of the balls until it burst but never told us, so it blew and went into everyones face. I turned realizing what would happen but the others (Jill, Chad and Clint himself) all got as close as they could to see what would happen and it went in all there faces and on my back. So Clint thought that was really funny as we all left to go to the bathroom to wash the paint off. I was ok it was on my cloths but Chad and Jill took it right in the face and Jill got it in her eye. She washed it out and was ok but Chad wasn't happy to say the least. There was a lot of laughing and fun while we ate pizza and listend to a band called the left they were pretty good. Other than that brief moment of Clints moment of wounder the night was great, i hope they ask me to help out again....man id be there in a heart beat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17777598-113245273400165226?l=mandeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/113245273400165226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17777598&amp;postID=113245273400165226' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/113245273400165226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/113245273400165226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-here-again-for-myself-to-read-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311008174874566814</uri><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-17777598.post-113213030158304153</id><published>2005-11-16T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T00:38:21.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well here it is the first post of my postings who will read it i have no clue. If you read this i hope you enjoy it. So..... feel free to add any time you like&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17777598-113213030158304153?l=mandeeper.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/feeds/113213030158304153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17777598&amp;postID=113213030158304153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/113213030158304153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17777598/posts/default/113213030158304153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mandeeper.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-here-it-is-first-post-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mandeep</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10311008174874566814</uri><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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
