<?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-21008048</id><updated>2011-07-08T01:49:21.157+05:00</updated><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Thoughts after a random walk around the world....</title><subtitle type='html'>would my future generations discover this blog after centuries of my non-existance ;)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-5352036445471018805</id><published>2009-11-14T18:37:00.004+05:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T18:58:06.611+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Thangs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Facebook note&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wednesday, June 3, 2009 at 6:01pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; thangs and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;bad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; thangs about every thang. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;bad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; thang about love is that some people change who they really are, they become a mask of perfection in someones view. Loose all beliefs and shape them according to their perfect happily ever after..&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;worse&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; thang is that you loose yourself when that person looks into your eyes, looking so lost, with the deepest sympathy, as that person walks away with no more love to offer to you. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;worst&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; thing is that some people's love is limited and even they don't know it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/Sv63Hn9YxrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4GyXYOtb4lY/s1600-h/143.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/Sv63Hn9YxrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4GyXYOtb4lY/s320/143.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403957944504600242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;p.s.  I forgot my blog pass, just recovered it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;          celebrating by posting after 2 freaking years!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-5352036445471018805?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/5352036445471018805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=5352036445471018805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/5352036445471018805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/5352036445471018805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2009/11/thangs.html' title='Thangs.'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/Sv63Hn9YxrI/AAAAAAAAATQ/4GyXYOtb4lY/s72-c/143.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-8029668176771522684</id><published>2007-10-01T05:00:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:00.798+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Days go by..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt;It’s been long since I have written or posted anything in here. Anything at all.. I do not have it in mind to write down all the excuses I have in my head. But I feel that you all deserve an explanation from me. And of course, another chain of thoughts after so many days of quietness in this azure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stand for today, I remember the days when I couldn’t resist writing in here everyday. Although I didn’t have anything better to do, I loved writing down stuff and posting on my bloggie. Most of the time, wherever I was I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; kept thinking about the world around me more than I ever did. Whatever I observed or understood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt; I had the need to write it down and let others sense the feeling and be knowledged from my experience. That was when the realization came to me. Why writers are more aware of their surroundings. It’s a very special feeling none other than a writer could sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, life has changed a lot since. And however much fun I had in blogsphere, I know it won’t be the same again. Its been four months since school began. And the fact that I haven’t been able to write a single post might give you guys a good mental-picture of my blogs state for the next coupla years. Well, to be straight life’s busy nowadays.. So many things to do and so little time. Postponing Due dates and exams.. Late Late Late.. Its always about having to be on the correct date and time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week’s Busy-ness has totally tired me out .I am still drowsy, sleepy and exhausted. I have changed into a lazy sleeper. An entirely unexpected character. I don’t really care about anything much except my days sleep which is 11 to 13 hours. I feel like an overweight fatty concerned about food.  Atleast I find myself improving.. Coming back to my right mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this hectic week of unit tests, I finally found time to take a seat and breathe. That’s when I started to think of the stuff I ve been missing.  My mind couldn’t get offa blogging for one thing. So once again I was back in blogsphere. Thinking that everything would be frozen back in here. I entered the place with no idea what I was about to find out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surprised to find that some of the coolest blogs were deleted. And that the blog owners have finally decided to quit on blogging. It was very depressing to find that the blogs were no longer even for the readers to read. I also went through some of the other most enjoyable and attractive blogs I used to read everyday. The more I read, the more I came to understand that bloggers were fed up of blogging..  Every post is written jus for the sake of writing a post for the readers who visit their blogs on a daily basis… Bloggers feel they out of creativeness.. out of Ideas and thoughts. I say we just need to give it time when it comes to this point. Forcing yourself into writing something produces a piece which is not worth the time and effort… or is this an occasion to welcome a new generation of bloggers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Well, atleast I didn’t give up on blogging and Im sure I wouldn’t just quit.. I ll pop in here once in 4 months as a minimum :P Although its not the same, Im sure we will all move on with life and live happily.. and those good ol blogging days would be another good ol memory to make us smile once in a while..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Thanks all who inspired me and requested an update :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Ramazan Mubarik :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RwA5j21OhtI/AAAAAAAAANs/b5KPzqKfzuE/s1600-h/highhopes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RwA5j21OhtI/AAAAAAAAANs/b5KPzqKfzuE/s400/highhopes.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116152464869852882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;High Hopes Big dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Source : Flikr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-8029668176771522684?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8029668176771522684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=8029668176771522684' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/8029668176771522684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/8029668176771522684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/10/days-go-by.html' title='Days go by..'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RwA5j21OhtI/AAAAAAAAANs/b5KPzqKfzuE/s72-c/highhopes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-3841444161941367217</id><published>2007-06-19T01:46:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:01.314+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life story of a Partay</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My name is Par Tay. I have a insignificant memory of my relatives referring to me in a different name… I reckon it’s the name my parents decided to entitle me on my tenth day of survival on this planet.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Actually I’m pretty sure of the fact, although I have been trying to forget that era. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I believe I am living a happy life.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have the best friends I could ask for. They do anything to me; respect me, looks up to me…and I respect them the same way. I have never felt alone for a second since I met my friends in school. We were a tough squad and we protected each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; other from the little immature rascals in school. That’s when I understood the point of going to school.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finding yourself and becoming a part of something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well, we kicked ass in school for three years. No one would dare mess with any of us.. We became a part of the respected society. Surprisingly, we had something to do in school.. Something that kept the school from kicking us out.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After school I started working as an artist. I was good in art though I didn’t study it in school. My parents never appreciated my talent. I didn’t mind cause I did it for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;After some days, The results of the so-called crossroads examination’s results came.Got 1 A grade and 7 C grades.. I believed I did pretty well considering the fact that I studied what my father wanted to and I was trying to live his dream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My beliefs and my parents didn’t quite match up. They decided that I was a absolute disappointment, shame, failure.. I didn’t mind cause what they think was the least of my problems. Its my life and I was doing it for myself. Well, My friends actually thought I was friggin’ awesome. That’s one important factor which motivated me to be someone great. Someone my friends could all be proud of. I could still remember.. their broad smiles and&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; pride.. This is actually the part where you people mention your parents but not me..&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well life went on... I continued my art work and earned enough money to live independent from parent’s funds. One of my friend’s dad helped me get a fine job in the advertisement department of his dad’s company. I was happy and satisfied with my life. I worked with one of my best friends… I had authority over most of the company’s employees. I was respected and my work was appreciated. I was doing what I was good at. What I loved. I earned more money that I could ask for…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Despite how successful I became, my parents never came to accept that. Their decision was final. I was a failure and that’s that. Their plan for me was a copy of the “standard plan for Maldivian’s children”… All A’s in ordinary level. All A’s in advanced level. Then fly off to the states with the government’s aid for Psycho Geniuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;So… as I didn’t work out quite according to the plan, I was unloved. Hated. Loathed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally I moved to my own apartment near the busy main road of male’. Good air and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; space…Life was good. I went to work in the mornings… I enjoyed out with my friends in the evenings and nights. I cooked my own meals and invited my family and best friends over. I would like to mention that almost everyone in my family accepted my invitations except my parents. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After sometime, the tittle-tattle, the gossips reached my ears. It seems that getting rid of me didn’t give my parents full satisfaction. They wanted to kill me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;It was their lil tittle-tattle. Heres what it says. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My son is a partey. He failed us… all our dreams are shattered. I am ashamed of him. Those parteys drug addicts.. he met in school. they spoiled him… Now he left us… because he choose his friends. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows maybe he’s dealing drugs..&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No wonder he gets so much money. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clothes he wear… he doesn’t even cut his hair!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want him using my name as his last name! He’s not our son. This is not how our son should behave.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The rumors spread all over my office in no time. My friend’s dad came to think I was an addict. Well they almost ruined my life.. I am their toy. &lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I guess they would be satisfied…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My hair and my apparel. Does it decide who I am? Does it make me a drug addict? And I DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; cut my hair! My taste in clothing and hair style doesn’t make me a gangster or some goon. I am hygienic and my savor in fashion and style doesn’t give the Maldivian society any right to entitle me a drug addict. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well so, that’s the last I heard from my parents. I guess it was worth it. After a year or so my “family” moved to &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Malaysia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. I went to say goodbye to my little sister. I always loved her and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; she’s the closest I came to describe as a family.&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I miss her.. My baby sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, I lived in Male’ with no relatives or family. All I had were my closest buddies. All my family friends, ex-neighbors and well most of the people were scared of me. Cause I was a “drug addict”. Sometimes I do stumble on the benefits, due to this theory of theirs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I lived five years stable, confident and succeeding. It was all happy until I started to realize that I was getting older. I was 24 and still a bachelor..&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My buddies got married with pretty girls and started a new life. All I did in their wedding celebrations was curse myself and put on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; my plastic smile. I couldn’t find the girl… Not someone that special… Someone I could spend my life with… Someone I could laugh with. Someone I could be happy with even after my worst day at work..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was cursing myself at one of my friend’s wedding when he started dragging me into the toilet. He told me that Shana was there and he was gonna introduce us.. Shana…. She was the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; girl I had a crush on when I was in 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; grade…a family friend’s daughter. Sadly she left abroad in 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; grade and that was the end of it… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I guess the story is yet to be written. Well I quickly re-did my hair and washed my face.. Freshened up. I took a deep breath and started at the door with my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There she was… she looked so beautiful. I felt the love that was vanished building up inside me again... The broken pieces started to fit in again. I started to fall in love again…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was scared… I was the “drug addict”. Would she hate me?&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Before I could think again my friend pulled me in front of her and introduced us. She looked surprised… to my relief.. she looked happy to see me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You’re the drug addict guy right?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt nervous and scratched my head with a smile. Well, in no time I was telling her how innocent I am!!. And before I knew it I told her about my whole life… She sat there listening like she would always be there for me. I felt sheltered… for the first time in my life… I felt completely happy…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naturally, we became good friends. She came over to my place and everything was good. She got along with my friends… She was someone I could really talk to. I thought to myself… I wasn’t so bad in detecting good girls even in 1&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; grade! Predictably, she was my girlfriend. After 2 happy years.. she became my wife…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finally, it was my own wedding… I was smiling… Because I was happy…. All my family members in Malaysia [except my parents] and all my friends who were always there for me in the dark times… They were all there… Everyone I loved… and the one I love the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So the “drug addict’s” life is pretty darn good...&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well Id like to point out that I am a partay in the eyes of the Maldivian public.. And Id like to say if you think having friends, getting your dream job, clothing the way you like, and enjoying the independence we Maldivians are blessed with is being a partey, I think becoming a “partey” is the best thing that ever happened to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RnbxuZV0VDI/AAAAAAAAANk/Y-lUW5BuVmI/s1600-h/525834677_730ee44f29.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077511409285485618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RnbxuZV0VDI/AAAAAAAAANk/Y-lUW5BuVmI/s400/525834677_730ee44f29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;Source : Flikr&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255); FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-3841444161941367217?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/3841444161941367217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=3841444161941367217' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/3841444161941367217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/3841444161941367217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/06/life-story-of-partay.html' title='Life story of a Partay'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RnbxuZV0VDI/AAAAAAAAANk/Y-lUW5BuVmI/s72-c/525834677_730ee44f29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-8004960961943149995</id><published>2007-06-14T00:14:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T00:25:09.131+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogthings.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Georgia,Times New Roman,Times,serif;font-size:14;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Hmmm... Maybe He's Interested!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/isheintoyouquiz/sort-of-into-you.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He seems to be giving you mixed or muted signals&lt;br /&gt;Which may mean you've been giving him the wrong messages&lt;br /&gt;When he pauses to notice you, give him a little more attention.&lt;br /&gt;A little encouragement may go a long way with this guy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/isheintoyouquiz/"&gt;Is He Into You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hey you guys.. Check this out.. I found this link while I was peeping into some blogs.. My guy seems pretty much interested ;).. There're more quizzes in the site. Well Hope you like it hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/quizzes/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click for more quizzes &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-8004960961943149995?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8004960961943149995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=8004960961943149995' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/8004960961943149995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/8004960961943149995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogthingscom.html' title='Blogthings.com'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-1471045371823473750</id><published>2007-06-01T23:44:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T18:16:48.054+05:00</updated><title type='text'>California - Sweet James</title><content type='html'>&lt;script src="http://sonific.com/widgets/js/99af5e9a11191af26ab54c3af966b8e3fd057fa4/blogger" type="text/javascript" charset="utf-8"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-1471045371823473750?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/1471045371823473750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=1471045371823473750' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/1471045371823473750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/1471045371823473750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/06/california-sweet-james.html' title='California - Sweet James'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-5551841324084957508</id><published>2007-05-28T04:22:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:02.324+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Note!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RloUq-ZER4I/AAAAAAAAANc/Wl_ZAdeb6KU/s1600-h/__Light___by_Battousai777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RloUq-ZER4I/AAAAAAAAANc/Wl_ZAdeb6KU/s400/__Light___by_Battousai777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069387059094112130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Outline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Light Yagami is at the head of his class, and he's bored out of his mind. That all changes when he finds the Death Note, a notebook that allows him to control the equally bored rogue Death God Ryuk; simply by writing down the name of the person he wants dead, Light can kill anyone at will without getting caught. He immediately starts work killing off all the world's dangerous criminals, but the cops are hot on his trail; after all, he's a mass murderer! When the enigmatic and seemingly unstoppable detective L goes after Light, the result is a deadly battle of wits!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.animenewsnetwork.com/review/death-note-gn-1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Read the rest of the review on the site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-5551841324084957508?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/5551841324084957508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=5551841324084957508' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/5551841324084957508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/5551841324084957508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/05/death-note.html' title='Death Note!!'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RloUq-ZER4I/AAAAAAAAANc/Wl_ZAdeb6KU/s72-c/__Light___by_Battousai777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-2356823822046352448</id><published>2007-05-27T18:34:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:02.498+05:00</updated><title type='text'>A stroll in the Rain..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RlmKCOZER3I/AAAAAAAAANU/pCqo1uSyCz8/s1600-h/Thomas+in+the+rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069234626409809778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RlmKCOZER3I/AAAAAAAAANU/pCqo1uSyCz8/s400/Thomas+in+the+rain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;                                                                    Thomas in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The rainy season has come back to us again. I reckon it’s the june-july rain. But this time it has come with an opening calamity called ‘udha errun’. It devastated a lot of people’s lives in Maldives, who depended on agriculture and people who had to evacuate to temporary houses. It has been a couple of days since and we have all forgotten about it. Without any care of how much they will be suffering right now in the cold, with no home or source of income.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Today is another beautiful day of this season. I slept till I could sleep no longer. It was slightly raining when I woke up jus the way it was when I slept. But it was really cold and chilly. My hands and feet were icy cold and I couldn’t uncover them until I turned off the fan. The day continued as another ordinary day but still it felt good. It was like a perfect day…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All day I was waiting for the moment I could go out for a walk in the rain. But no requests were offered, no calls came.. until around 5 30. My mum was going to a shop to buy some groceries. I accompanied her till we reached the plaza. She agreed that I go for a little stroll until she was finished. Anyway, I set off for my little walk as pleased as I could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was very windy and drizzly in our little neighborhood. Most of the road-folks had disappeared to who-knows-where. The only people on the streets were those who had compulsory needs. People who had to work and people like my mom. I could see it written on their face “this is absolute torture!!” ha! I don’t know why some people hated the rain so much. It’s the best weather for me! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, despite how much countless rain-haters surrounded me, I went on walking. I could feel the cool breeze touch my face which felt very pleasant. Especially with the light rain sprinkling down from above.. what a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenery was beautiful. I cursed myself for postponing fixing my cell. Keke.. Well after a while it started getting kinda weird walking with no meaning. I started to get those funny looks from the meddlesome-gossipy-maldivian society hehe. The road-folks started to rise from the dead and mess with girls. So, I decided it was time I went back to the plaza. And so I changed my route..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still showery when I reached the plaza and my mom was at the counter. After a short walk, I was home again.. Since then I have been waiting for another episode for a stroll in the rain.. Unfortunately none yet.. (-.-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lil' sumthing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.maldiveindependent.org/?p=114"&gt;Unusual Tidal swells hit Maldives&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dvdjournal.com/reviews/s/singinintherain_se.shtml"&gt;Singing in the Rain (1952) - [Best musical ever made]&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-2356823822046352448?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2356823822046352448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=2356823822046352448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/2356823822046352448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/2356823822046352448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/05/stroll-in-rain.html' title='A stroll in the Rain..'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RlmKCOZER3I/AAAAAAAAANU/pCqo1uSyCz8/s72-c/Thomas+in+the+rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-1668449309265708109</id><published>2007-05-26T18:53:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:02.973+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess with Music!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RlhMoOZERzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YbQG6BvdFAQ/s1600-h/hehe.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068885634547205938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RlhMoOZERzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YbQG6BvdFAQ/s400/hehe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I think everybody should like everybody" - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Andy_Warhol"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Andy Warhol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Heres a Game I got two years back by a forward mail from my long lost friend Ammu. A.k.a King Arthur who was impressed by the movie King Arthur then. He was a faithful friend who would send me daily jokes which made me smile even in my hardest times. Thanks dude :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nyways Im sure you guys would enjoy the game. Just keep one thing in mind. Open your music player and play your besties before you start reading the instructions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok on this email it`ll be a bit of fun - just type name of the song you're listening to, then write "in my pants" in the end. Write your own songs in your pants i'm hoping to get alot of songs into peoples pants. keke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Adam &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Stuck In The Middle With You&lt;/strong&gt; In My Pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Lauren &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Dont push me&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants (WTF?!?!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Jonno &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Gangsters Paradise&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Bianca &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Whats goin on&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants lol hahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Rhys &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Smells Like Teen Spirit&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Eusduise &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Oops I did it again&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Alf &gt; &lt;strong&gt;i just wanna live&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Jaython &gt; &lt;strong&gt;lose yourself&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Scaggy &gt; &lt;strong&gt;All The Small Things&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tayla &gt; &lt;strong&gt;beat it&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants..dear god that sounds wrong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Peta &gt; &lt;strong&gt;my girlfriend is a man&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants..YAY FRENZAL RHOMB(7 days em lol) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sarah &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Something That Produces Results&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Dave &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Where'd you go&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Jessicaaa &gt; &lt;strong&gt;How Does It Feel&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Rochelle &gt; &lt;strong&gt;If I Didn't Have You&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants ~LMAO! Thats soo funny! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ang &gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'll never love again&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants HA! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Andrea &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lucky day&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants (HAH GO KALAN) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Lozza &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Mr Brightside&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Emma &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Bloody Romance&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants &lt;&lt;&lt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Willzy &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Cryin&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;SaMaNtHa &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Why don't u do sumthing&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants (ha ha ha) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;GaBbY &gt; &lt;strong&gt;ive got the midas touch&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants LoL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;SaRrAh &gt; &lt;strong&gt;American Idiot&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants- Ew LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;NiCk &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Miracle Drug&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Jessica &gt; &lt;strong&gt;caught up&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Jess &gt; &lt;strong&gt;He wasn't&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;**ClAiRe** &gt; &lt;strong&gt;All that ive got&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants-- that aint rite!!!=p &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Jessie &gt; &lt;strong&gt;My Favourite Thing&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Nikki &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Miss Free Love 69&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants. (ummm... yeahh) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Kirrin &gt; &lt;strong&gt;chemical heart&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Natalie &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Get Busy&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants.........that's not good &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Neda &gt; &lt;strong&gt;the time of your life&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants................riiiiiiiiiiight. dats a bit feral! go greenday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;rubi &gt;&lt;strong&gt; i lyk da way u move&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants..................omg sooooo wong!! lol but funi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;aBBIE &gt; &lt;strong&gt;rumours&lt;/strong&gt; in my pantz......... that's not cricket!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Lucy &gt; &lt;strong&gt;the best of you&lt;/strong&gt; in my pantz......go the foo fighters! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Cameron &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Just what i needed&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Hayley Maz &gt; &lt;strong&gt;stop the music&lt;/strong&gt; ......in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Lisa &gt; &lt;strong&gt;someones watching over me&lt;/strong&gt; 'in my pants' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Jessica &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Is she reli going out with him&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants......okkk sounds wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;§abrina &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Freak on a Leash&lt;/strong&gt; "in my pants" =P RANDOM!!! hahaha...lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Kyle &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Family Reunion&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Chantelle &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Hitchi' a Ride &lt;/strong&gt;"in my pants" (lol that cracks me up) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Bianca &gt; &lt;strong&gt;the real thing&lt;/strong&gt; "in my pants"..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Kristy &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Points of Authority&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants, lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;EMMA &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Someone's Watching Over&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;me...&lt;/strong&gt; IN MY PANTS! LOL &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Kellie &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fly&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants ..............Lmao thats suss :S &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Kris &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Too Fast For Love&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants, Go Mötley Crüe ;-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ashleigh &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Last Chance&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants (hehehe) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tara &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Friendship Station&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants.... So... anybody at the friendship station? in my pants? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Jes &gt; &lt;strong&gt;crying shame&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants hahahaha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tanya &gt; &lt;strong&gt;when you come&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants...right!! okey doke! btw evry1 above has the best taste in music!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Carly &gt; &lt;strong&gt;i'm lost without you&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants. lol thats wierd. blink r the best. lol. :)XxX &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Andy &gt; &lt;strong&gt;just a moment&lt;/strong&gt; "in my pants" Lol this is class keep it goin peeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;mark &gt; &lt;strong&gt;eye of the tiger&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Katie &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Something inside so strong&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants........LOL........HA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Joan &gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna hold you down&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants! bloody hell that sounds wrong! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Tara &gt; &lt;strong&gt;caught up&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants LOL! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Katie &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wake Me Up&lt;/strong&gt;...in my pants &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Rachie Facie &gt; &lt;strong&gt;manic monday&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants...... wot dey bin doin in my panties in de 1st place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Ammu &gt; &lt;strong&gt;Running Blind&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants(kekeke)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Inan&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Its my life&lt;/strong&gt; in my pants!! ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#336666;"&gt;SO0O0oo...Whats in your pants!!? keke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-1668449309265708109?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/1668449309265708109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=1668449309265708109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/1668449309265708109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/1668449309265708109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/05/mess-with-music.html' title='Mess with Music!!'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RlhMoOZERzI/AAAAAAAAAM0/YbQG6BvdFAQ/s72-c/hehe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-8298452669411488738</id><published>2007-05-26T16:54:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:03.092+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cloud Nine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RlggNuZERyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_iSOSd1g1eo/s1600-h/504376740_45fb3eae42.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068836800769050402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RlggNuZERyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_iSOSd1g1eo/s400/504376740_45fb3eae42.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Site -&lt;/strong&gt; Eriyadhu Island Resort, Maldives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Source -&lt;/strong&gt; Flikr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Selected as one of the best shots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isn't it beautiful.. the country we live in.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;______________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I have come across two articles about our environment. I ll share one with you guys in this post..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maldives: Paradise soon to be lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;By Nick Bryant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;BBC correspondent in Maldives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To visit the Maldives is to witness the slow death of a nation.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For as well as being blessed with sun-kissed paradise islands and pale, white sands, this tourist haven is cursed with mounting evidence of an environmental catastrophe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;To the naked eye, the signs of climate change are hardly noticeable, but government scientists fear the sea level is rising up to 0.9cm a year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Since 80% of its 1,200 islands are no more than 1m above sea level, within 100 years the Maldives could become uninhabitable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The country's 360,000 citizens would be forced to evacuate. The Maldives' survival as a sovereign nation is truly at stake. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No wonder it was the first country to sign up to the Kyoto Protocol, which sets targets for cuts in industrialised countries' greenhouse gas emissions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;No wonder that Male, the capital, is surrounded by a 3m-high (9.8ft) wall, which took 14 years to construct at a cost of $63m. Unable to foot the bill themselves, the government happily accepted aid from Japan, which paid for 99% of the cost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;But the wall offers protection for just one of the Maldives' 200 inhabited islands - and then only against tidal surges rather than the rising sea level, the longer-term threat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In Kandholhudhoo, a densely-populated island in the north of the Maldives, 60% of residents have volunteered to evacuate over the next 15 years - those remaining behind will eventually be compelled to do the same. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The country's fishermen no longer use the "Nakiy", a centuries-old weather guide based on stellar constellations which climate change has made all but irrelevant. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The weather here is becoming more volatile and less predictable. The alignment of the stars no longer offers much guidance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Environmental science is taught in every school, and given the same importance as writing and arithmetic. All new resorts are subject to a rigorous environmental impact study and developers are allowed to build on only 20% of the islands..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;As policy-makers in Male are depressingly aware, their ultimate fate lies in the hands of politicians in Delhi, Beijing, Moscow and Washington. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;In June, the President of the Maldives, Maumoon Abdul Gayoom, wrote to the US President George W Bush, in a rather optimistic attempt to persuade him to ratify the Kyoto Protocol. So far he is yet to receive a response. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Maldives can exert moral pressure and press its strong scientific case and persuade members of the US government to make long-term decisions from a global perspective, rather than short-term choices based on national self-interest. But not much more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So come here fast, before it disappears. This is a paradise faced with extinction. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-8298452669411488738?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8298452669411488738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=8298452669411488738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/8298452669411488738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/8298452669411488738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/05/cloud-nine.html' title='Cloud Nine...'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RlggNuZERyI/AAAAAAAAAMs/_iSOSd1g1eo/s72-c/504376740_45fb3eae42.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-2162461467172090540</id><published>2007-05-24T02:24:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:03.440+05:00</updated><title type='text'>..?..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RlSzceZERxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xOcWMoS8EXQ/s1600-h/388630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RlSzceZERxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xOcWMoS8EXQ/s400/388630.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067872782474561298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F.r.i.e.n.d.s! Best com.TV show of all times !! (^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: left; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Love your hate, for it’s the only thing left.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Respect ignorance, because it’s the only thing that was kept.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lose your faith, for it’s destroying you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hate your love, because that’s the only thing you can do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Believe in your trust, for it’s still alive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;p  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keep your conscience, because it’s into the dreams you will then dive.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leave your humor, for there’s no reason  to have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-2162461467172090540?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2162461467172090540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=2162461467172090540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/2162461467172090540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/2162461467172090540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/05/love-your-hate-for-its-only-thing-left.html' title='..?..'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RlSzceZERxI/AAAAAAAAAMk/xOcWMoS8EXQ/s72-c/388630.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-6841696989941439128</id><published>2007-05-24T01:23:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-05-24T02:41:03.837+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When you were a kid, you used to creep out of your hole and play with mud and naughty boys. When you were dirty or hurt, you came crawling back inside your hole, where you find a family of people there for you. Listens to your sobbing and finally makes it all alright. Somehow..&lt;br /&gt;When you grow up,  you find yourself creep out of that same hole again... and play with blood and respect. When you hurry to crawl back into the hole, its nowhere to be seen. With blood on your hands, shame on your face.. you run as fast as you can looking for your hole..&lt;br /&gt;People.. strange faces are staring at you with their blank faces. You keep on running like nobody existed.. All your heart craves for is for someone to hold to tightly and say it was all going to be fine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Finally you spot the same old hole somewhere within the chaos. It was home.. where you could be safe safe and protected. Happy...You quickly crawl back in ready to start sobbing and complaining.. You feel uncomfortable.. and then you open your eyes to see that your all alone in this world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come stop your crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It will be all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hold it tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will protect you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;From all around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;For one so small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You seem so strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My arms will hold you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;keep you save and warm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This bond between us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't be broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Don't you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-6841696989941439128?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/6841696989941439128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=6841696989941439128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/6841696989941439128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/6841696989941439128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/05/home.html' title='Home...'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-4218330114533292344</id><published>2007-05-20T00:37:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:03.587+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jus Jokin'!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/Rk9hDeZERvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aBoBfIjerMM/s1600-h/BORS170.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066374818140800754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/Rk9hDeZERvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aBoBfIjerMM/s400/BORS170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Elvis Presley Laughing.. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was a joke I saved long time back. I found this while I was browsing through my PC. Thought I'd share the laugh with you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Its Called [Aww shit..] which is your favourite?.. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ghost Shit:&lt;strong&gt; That's the kind where you feel the shit come out, have shit on the toilet paper, but there is no shit in the toilet. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clean Shit:&lt;strong&gt; The kind where you shit it out, see it in the toilet, but there is nothing on the toilet paper. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Second Wave Shit:&lt;strong&gt; It happens when you're done shitting, you've pulled your pants up to your knees, and you realise that you have to shit some more. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Brain Hemorrage Shit: &lt;strong&gt;Also known as "Pop a vein in your forehead " shit. the kind where you strain so much to get it out that you practically have a stroke. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sweetcorn shit:&lt;strong&gt; Self Explanatory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Log shit:&lt;strong&gt; The kind of shit that is so huge that you're afraid to flush the toilet without breaking it into a few pieces with your toilet brush&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Drinkers shit:&lt;strong&gt; That is the kind of shit that you have the morning after a long night of drinking - its most noticeable trait is the skid marks left on the bottom of the toilet .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Gee I wish I could shit" shit:&lt;strong&gt; Its the kind of shit where you want to shit, but all you do is sit on the toilet with cramps and fart a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spinal Tap Shit:&lt;strong&gt; That's the one where it hurts so much coming out that you swear it was leaving you sideways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wet Cheeks Shit:&lt;strong&gt; Also known as "The Power dump" That's the kind that comes out of your ass so fast that your butt cheeks get splashed with the toilet water. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Liquid Shit:&lt;strong&gt; The kind where yellowish-brown liquid shoots out of your butt, spashes all over the inside of the toilet bowl and, at the same time, chronically burns your tender poop-chute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mexican Food Shit:&lt;strong&gt; A class all its own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Crowd Pleaser:&lt;strong&gt; This shit is so intriguing in size and/or appearance that you have to show it to someone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mood Enhancer:&lt;strong&gt; This shit occurs after a lengthy period of constipation, allowing you to be your old self again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Ritual:&lt;strong&gt; This shit occurs at the same time time each day and is accomplished with the aid of a newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Guiness Book of Records Shit:&lt;strong&gt; A shit so noteworthy it should be recorded for future generations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The aftershock shit&lt;strong&gt;: This shit has an odor so powerful that anyone entering the vicinity within the next 7 hours is effected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Honeymoons over shit:&lt;strong&gt; This is any shit created in the presence of another person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Groaner:&lt;strong&gt; A shit so huge it cannot exit without vocal assistance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Floater: &lt;strong&gt;Characterized by its floatability, this shit has been known to resurface after many flushes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ranger&lt;strong&gt;: A shit which refuses to let go. It is usually necessary to engage in a rocking or bouncing motion, but quite often the only solution is to push it away with a small piece of toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Phantom Shit: &lt;strong&gt;This appears in the toilet mysteriously and no one will admit putting it there &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peek-a-boo-shit:&lt;strong&gt; Now you see it, now you don't. this shit is playing games with you. Requires patience and muscle control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The bombshell:&lt;strong&gt; A shit that comes as a complete surprise at a time that is either inappropriate to shit (i.e. during love making or a root canal) or you are nowhere near shitting facilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Snake Charmer:&lt;strong&gt; A long skinny shit which has managed to coil into a frightening position - usually harmless &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Olympic Shit:&lt;strong&gt; This shit occurs exactly one hour prior to the start of any competitive event in which you are entered and bears a close resemblance to the Drinkers shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-4218330114533292344?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/4218330114533292344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=4218330114533292344' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/4218330114533292344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/4218330114533292344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/05/jus-jokin.html' title='Jus Jokin&apos;!'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/Rk9hDeZERvI/AAAAAAAAAMU/aBoBfIjerMM/s72-c/BORS170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-4859147156643849893</id><published>2007-05-18T13:53:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:03.605+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Treasure your thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I was exhausted. But I kept on working on what-I-was-doing. I didnt want to give up because when I woke up that morning, I decided that I will finish what-i-was-doing. I felt anger building up inside me. I didnt care. I continued doing what-i-was-doing, tearing away every obstacle I faced. Sometimes I would pass an annoying comment on a person whod interupt me, or tried to distract me. I needed help, yes. But Noone was helping. What-i-was-doing was way too difficult and tiring for anyone. Noone wanted to get involved. Damn I did Hate Noone for that. And I worked alone. I concentrated on what I was doing. I didnt look away no matter how sick I felt inside. It felt like running in circles.. Doing and Undoing.. Doing and Undoing.. Surpirsingly I had hope.. I could see light.. the end of the tunnel.. somewhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I passed an annoying comment to someone who distracted me and thats when I was hated for this by someone else. I could hear a trizillion more annoying comments coming back at me from this nosy someone else. Despite how much I tried stop those words and tried to keep on working.. I could not. It was much more spiteful. I remained silent and wished this someone else would go away. My wish was granted but it left me broken inside. I felt weak. Hurt. Sadness invaded my anger and impatient ness. I still havent looked away. Eyes filled with tears, my vision blurred, I was still looking at what-I-was-doing and moving my trembling hands as if I was still working. I didnt want to shed any tears infront of such cruelty.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That was when the person whom I condemned (PWIC) noticed that I was in grief.. PWIC approached me and fondled me kindly. I somehow found a shoulder to cry on.. I couldn’t hold back my tears. I clasped PWIC and let my pain pour our .. let my tears stream down my face.. Though my pain didn’t go away, I felt happy. I was sad but still.. deep down I was happy. Mixed up emotions. I was happy because someone cared… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Suddenly the room blacked out..I could hear voices.. remote voices “current dhiyaii” . It was a black out alright hehe.. PWIC went to get some candles but couldn’t find any. I walked out and waited outside near the door until PWIC came. It was totally dark.. I leaned on to the door and stared into the darkness. Once in while a motor cycle passed by lightening up the emptiness. After sometime, I started to see..my eyes got adapted with the darkess.. adapted to everything.. I realized that I was feeling numb and tears were still rolling down my face.. It was okay.. Coz I was adapted… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was walking.. PWIC was walking beside me. Our hands entwined. In safe hands, I felt distant from the brutality of life… I could see dark figures moving around. Blacks and blues.. Maybe it was the moonlight.. Almost everyone were browsing through their phones.. Some kid had a laser light too.. I could hear people talking and laughing.. Slowly I felt myself calm down too.. I was alright.. recovered.. adapted to everything.. modified accordingly to my Life’s dilemmas. Modified to a new person who is numb.. painless.. forgives and forgets. As I entered the shop, I could smile again. I sensed pain inside me, But it didn’t hurt. There was a queue of people who all came to buy candles. I bought myself a soft drink and headed home with PWIC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On my way back, I smiled and chattered.. I forgot everything.. I was re-set… again.. Half way, the power came back. House after house lightened up like stadium lights, and everything was clear once again. Back to the life full of colors.. I could hear echoes of people ..”current aii” .. The groups of gossipers on the ‘joalis’ and benches disappeared in no time. The boulevard got full with busy people and busy vehicles. I myself got busy with my own life.. with no past.. no future.. jus living for the moment :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ps. Thank you PWIC.. I love you a lot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pss. Is this 'size' enough for you ladies? ;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pain, without love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;Pain, I cant get enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;Pain, I like it rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;You're sick of feeling numb&lt;br /&gt;You're not the only one&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you by the hand&lt;br /&gt;And I'll show you a world that you can understand&lt;br /&gt;This life is filled with hurt&lt;br /&gt;When happiness doesn't work&lt;br /&gt;Trust me and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;When the lights go out you will understand.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065823949930383058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/Rk1sCuZERtI/AAAAAAAAAME/bghZjEwn8Jw/s400/EUS500.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First Kiss&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-4859147156643849893?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/4859147156643849893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=4859147156643849893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/4859147156643849893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/4859147156643849893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/05/treasure-your-thoughts.html' title='Treasure your thoughts...'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/Rk1sCuZERtI/AAAAAAAAAME/bghZjEwn8Jw/s72-c/EUS500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-8377522339866289738</id><published>2007-04-23T00:57:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:03.739+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Struggle...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;I went to the airport today to say goodbye to my aunt and cousin. I went there with some other cousins. Well, after saying farewell we came back on a ferryboat. My cousin shahiie was sitting next to me. She handed me a poem while we were traveling. When I started reading it, I didn’t think it would be that breathtaking. Surprisingly it was one of the amazing poems I ever read. Though it didn’t have all those rhymes and all, it delivered the message of the writer very gracefully. In a way anyone would accept the simple fact. This poem would be very helpful for all the people out there who are hurt or hopeless.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* The butterfly&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;br /&gt;A man found a cocoon of a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;One day a small opening appeared&lt;br /&gt;He sat and watched the butterfly for several hours&lt;br /&gt;It struggles to force its body through that little hole&lt;br /&gt;Then it seemed to stop making any progress&lt;br /&gt;It appeared as if it had gotten as far as it could&lt;br /&gt;And it could go no farther&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the man decided to help the butterfly&lt;br /&gt;He took a pair of scissors and snipped off&lt;br /&gt;The remaining bit of the cocoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly then emerged easily. BUT&lt;br /&gt;It has a swollen body and small, shriveled wings&lt;br /&gt;He continues to watch the butterfly&lt;br /&gt;He expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge&lt;br /&gt;And the body would contract&lt;br /&gt;Neither happened!&lt;br /&gt;In fact, the butterfly spent the rest of its life crawling&lt;br /&gt;Around with a swollen body and shriveled wings.&lt;br /&gt;It was never able to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man acted with well-intentioned kindness&lt;br /&gt;But he didn’t understand the consequences&lt;br /&gt;The restricting cocoon and the struggle required to get&lt;br /&gt;Through the tiny opening, were nature's way of forcing fluid&lt;br /&gt;From the body of the butterfly once it achieved its freedom&lt;br /&gt;From the cocoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime struggles are exactly what we need in our life.&lt;br /&gt;If nature allowed us to go through a life without any&lt;br /&gt;Obstacles, it would cripple us.&lt;br /&gt;We would not be as strong as we could have been&lt;br /&gt;And we could never fly&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day, great life, and struggle a little.&lt;br /&gt;Then fly!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5056348627589546898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RivCSYACQ5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/LaSRvw-WTks/s400/AF605.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-8377522339866289738?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8377522339866289738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=8377522339866289738' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/8377522339866289738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/8377522339866289738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/04/struggle.html' title='Struggle...'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RivCSYACQ5I/AAAAAAAAAL8/LaSRvw-WTks/s72-c/AF605.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-8491629812170004466</id><published>2007-04-17T01:07:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:04.184+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flagless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RiPbaS679OI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DiJaCad0OPA/s1600-h/15042007(005).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054124451641947362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RiPbaS679OI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DiJaCad0OPA/s400/15042007(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I captured this picture with a phone camera yesterday. Its just that in my entire life I havent seen the flag missing. Maybe I jus failed to spot every time they renewed the flag. There was this vehicle with a lift kinda thing attached to it. Whatever it was, two lil policemen were on top of it. They are jus omitted in the picture. The camera jus wasn a cool one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This was the day the found the dead man floating. As soon as I noticed the flaglessness, two thoughts came to my mind. When really important government people die, the flag is lowered. This guy who was murdered or whatsoever would laugh out loud if he knew they even took the highest national flag down the day he died. At least something to be happy bout.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The other thing was, I just had the stupid thought that the people who created chaos that day tore the flag off. And the government felt so ashamed that they wanted to hide the fact that some civilians could take off the flag infront of the police station. It would take lotsa time to sew a new flag, so they brought the vehicle with a lift attached to it and tried to make it look like they were jus replacing it. I mean the lift went up and down so many times! and the two lil policemen jus stood there doing nothing. Plus there wasnt any new flag in site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, naturally I went to checkup on the flag today. It was safely in place like nothing ever happened. Lets jus stop getting paranoid... keke&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-8491629812170004466?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8491629812170004466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=8491629812170004466' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/8491629812170004466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/8491629812170004466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/04/flagless.html' title='Flagless'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RiPbaS679OI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DiJaCad0OPA/s72-c/15042007(005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-8756707417772300009</id><published>2007-04-15T15:45:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:04.272+05:00</updated><title type='text'>I dedicate this poem to my dearest boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote your name in the sky, but the wind blew it away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wrote your name in the sand, but the waves washed it away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wrote your name in my heart, and forever it will stay... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;* By Jessica Blade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053605735556707538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RiIDpC679NI/AAAAAAAAALs/Feu5wrCPWnY/s400/Copy%2Bof%2Bwindy_day_by_jenaber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-8756707417772300009?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/8756707417772300009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=8756707417772300009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/8756707417772300009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/8756707417772300009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-long-as-we-re-together-i-have_15.html' title='I dedicate this poem to my dearest boy...'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RiIDpC679NI/AAAAAAAAALs/Feu5wrCPWnY/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2Bwindy_day_by_jenaber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-5093479447240836767</id><published>2007-03-30T09:06:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:04.483+05:00</updated><title type='text'>300 - A must-watch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RgykueSw3xI/AAAAAAAAALk/bcoJnju9gW0/s1600-h/poster8.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5047590400688185106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RgykueSw3xI/AAAAAAAAALk/bcoJnju9gW0/s400/poster8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn! One of the most inspiring movie I have seen. Strangely, I say I could watch it again. I wasn’t really excited when I saw the trailer. I jus thought this would be another Gladiator crap and same old same old. But I was wrong. It appeared as another era. I was reminded of gladiator again when the movie was about to end. All that plants o’ whatsoever gave me the idea that it was heaven keke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well its not jus the story of heroes and heroism that attracted me. The graphics and visual effects were extremely of high quality. It would keep ya going even though you dun like these kinda legends and stuff. It even gets kinda hilarious at times.&lt;br /&gt;Then you see a lotta lifeless bodies treated inhumanly. A lotta blood and flesh. Killing and cutting ur head off and all that.. Stuff you hardly expect to see in recent movies. Makes you sick and puke I tell ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is truly realistic and full of emotions and all that. Nyways you gotta watch this if ya haven’t. Although I know most of guys are already captivated. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-5093479447240836767?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/5093479447240836767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=5093479447240836767' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/5093479447240836767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/5093479447240836767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/03/300-must-watch.html' title='300 - A must-watch!'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RgykueSw3xI/AAAAAAAAALk/bcoJnju9gW0/s72-c/poster8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-3155099922747025375</id><published>2007-03-25T14:53:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T15:29:42.828+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust in the wind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Opening Mood: Exhausted By the Heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Opening Song: Kansas - Dust in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;I heard this song which reminded me of my life.. what I ve gone through .. the life I am living.. and the future I see myself in.. Theres something hidden deep inside that really gets to me. Maybe it was the lyrics, maybe the melody.. Hearing the song really calmed me down.. So thought I'd post it incase u guys face a situation where Im real pissed and you dont know what to do ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kansas - Dust in the wind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the moment's gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see&lt;br /&gt;Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;[Now] Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Dust in the wind, everything is dust in the wind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closing Mood: Gonne' go out, get exposed to the hot sun, face the enemy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Closing song: Three Days Grace - Pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;ps. I picked up Opening and Closing on a blog called Randonthoughts, a wordpress blog I found on googl search ( shh .. actually I was cheking whether my blog appeared on the search ;) ) like it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-3155099922747025375?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/3155099922747025375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=3155099922747025375' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/3155099922747025375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/3155099922747025375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/03/dust-in-wind.html' title='Dust in the wind...'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-694357274042262526</id><published>2007-03-24T15:55:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:04.646+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Factual..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;HELLO!I was browsing when I came across some real cool facts. Thought I'd share the best ones with you guys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;In India, people are legally allowed to marry a dog![KEKE!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;In France, it is legal to marry a dead person![sensible..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Sheep can recognize other sheep from pictures![smart!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Farmers in England are required by law to provide their pigs with toys!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;President Bush and Saddam Hussein both have their shoes made by the same Italian shoemaker![oww.. so they were fighting over him]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;A recent study at Harvard has shown that eating chocolate can actually help you live longer! [ YAY!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Technically speaking, crystal glass is actually a Liquid that flows very slowly..[oww]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Women who are romance novel readers are reported to make love 74% more often with their partners than women who do not read romance novels.[mills and boon..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;The three wealthiest families in the world have more assets than the combined wealth of the forty-eight poorest nations !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;The number of births that occur in India each year is higher than the entire population of Australia.[Family planning...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Annually, the amount of garbage that is dumped in the world's oceans is three times the weight of fish that is caught from the oceans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;A chance of a woman having twins is increased after the age of 35. About 1 in 27 women will give birth to twins after this age. After 50 the chances of having twins is 1 in 9.[I always wanted twins (^_^)]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Each nostril of a human being register smell in a different way. Smells that are made from the right nostril are more pleasant than the left.[Close ur left nostril!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Children grow faster in the springtime than any other season during the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;One in three new dads in Britain have admitted to trying their partner’s breastmilk![its not three in three?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;A man named Charles Osborne had the hiccups for approximately sixty-nine years.[poor man]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Research indicates that plants grow healthier when they are stroked. [when we care?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;It would take twenty new mid-size cars to generate the same amount of pollution that a mid-size 1960's car did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;People who ride on roller coasters have a higher chance of having a blood clot in the brain.[damn!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;One out of 20 people have an extra rib.[Am I the lucky one?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Girls have more tastebuds than boys.[ahhh so thats why..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Every hour one billion cells in the body must be replaced.[ knew that!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Basketball great Wilt Chamberlain never fouled out of a game.[whoa! niiice!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;There are three golf balls sitting on the moon.[ Who cares..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;A married man is four times more likely to die during sex if his partner isn’t his wife.[deserve that!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Karate actually originated in India, but was developed further in China.[They lost the credits]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;At 120 miles per hour, a Formula One car generates so much downforce that it can drive upside down on the roof of a tunnel.[Awesome!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;A lot of lovemaking can unblock a stuffy nose. Sex is a natural antihistamine. It can help combat asthma and hay fever.[experiment that!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Food can only be tasted if it is mixed with saliva.[oww.....]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Each year 96 billion pounds of food is wasted in the U.S.[damn ppl!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Coca-Cola was the first soft drink to be consumed in outer space.[so?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Chewing on gum while cutting onions can help a person from producing tears.[People deserve to know that!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Women buy four out of every 10 condoms sold.[Almost Half]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Energy is being wasted if a toaster is left plugged in after use.[i ll remember]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Americans collectively eat one hundred pounds of chocolate every second.[hmmph!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Most dust particles in your house come from dead skin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;To sell your home faster, and for more money, paint it yellow.[whyy?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;According to a recent survey, more than half of British adults have had sex in a public place!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;On average, a disposable diaper can hold up to 7 pounds of liquid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Nazi leader Adolf Hitler had only one testicle.[KEKE!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Leonardo da Vinci was dyslexic, and he often wrote backwards. [niice..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;The average office desk has 400 times more bacteria than a toilet.[ : ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Duracell, the battery-maker, built parts of its new international headquarters using materials from its own waste.[recyling..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;You can start a fire with ice.[Kwel.. how?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Real diamonds can be made from peanut butter! [HOW!?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;The inventor of Vaseline ate a spoonful of the stuff every morning![crazy!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;McDonald's salads contain up to 60% more fat than their burgers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Coca-Cola's 'Super Pure' Dasani bottled water is just filtered tap water[For Idiots]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Donkeys are commonly used by the Iraqi Military to launch rockets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Frozen lobsters can come back to life when thawed![Still alive!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;In 2003, the U.S. Government spent about $2,000,000.00 on potato research![dumb!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Smearing a small amount of dog feces on an insect bite will relieve the itching and swelling.[Where do I get dog feaces?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Approximately one-sixth of your life is spent on Wednesdays. [I knew that!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Calvin, of the "Calvin and Hobbes" comic strip, was patterned after President Calvin Coolidge, who had a pet tiger as a boy. [Kwel!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Never hold your nose and cover your mouth when sneezing, as it can blow out your eyeballs.[try that..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;When Mahatma Gandhi died, an autopsy revealed five gold Krugerrands in his small intestine.[whatever that is, its gold!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;If you part your hair on the right side, you were born to be carnivorous. If you part it on the left, your physical and psychological make-up is that of a vegetarian. [Carnivorous!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;Lobsters have blue blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;The world's smartest pig, owned by a mathematics teacher in Madison, WI, memorized the multiplication tables up to 12. [keke!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045456742344289234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RgUQLNkH69I/AAAAAAAAALY/yXOHpYvfC6s/s400/12022008(008).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;My front view/ At 'Hukuruvileyrey' with Husham :) [interval break]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-694357274042262526?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/694357274042262526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=694357274042262526' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/694357274042262526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/694357274042262526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/03/being-factual.html' title='Being Factual..'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RgUQLNkH69I/AAAAAAAAALY/yXOHpYvfC6s/s72-c/12022008(008).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-3536423876509636087</id><published>2007-03-23T10:55:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:04.794+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt;Been sometime since I written something myself. I jus didn’t have the urge to write anything. Even in those few times when I got the push, I was feeling too drowsy to start writing. Well finally here I am..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I haven’t been doing anything much. There is almost no zest is my life. Only thing I have been able to do is help some kids with school in the evening. Then I jus linger around home and out, with no intentions. A few countable times I do stuff like pay the bills and took someone to the doctor. Then I usually get online around midnight and hang around all night.. Most of the schoolmates have now disappeared and god knows where they are. Just a few are remain in touch and have time to hang out and enjoy. So usually, in consequence I spend the rest of my wasteful hours with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am reminded of the times before I finished school. Once upon a time when all of us were together, how we talked about these holidays. We talked about getting the freedom we have sought after all our lives. We talked about going on trips, picnics, walks in the early morning, coffees every evening, sleepovers, and more and more of what we babbled all last year. Keke.. I recall all the teachers reminding us to stop having fun coz it will be hell fun in the holidays. They would surely know what was coming our way.. (Lies! Lies!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I crave for something different. I cant wait to get back to school.. But then I’d still prefer a trip to somewhere nice before school opens. I remember how my family used to jabber how exciting life would be after exams. Actually, how an exciting life they’ll construct for me. (Lies! ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute minority of us are currently enjoying the holidays, yes.. But sadly, the rest are suffering the hatred of the humankind. The sourness of blind-hope. The grief of betrayal. The bitterness of loneliness..&lt;br /&gt;Who’d know? They just look us in the eye and lie! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;- A face or the word 'liar' ? They both gave sumthing in common dho.. After all.. it is a face that lies..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044998112851520450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="229" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RgNvDdkH68I/AAAAAAAAALQ/yUjHLoBAclw/s400/18.gif" width="296" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-3536423876509636087?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/3536423876509636087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=3536423876509636087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/3536423876509636087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/3536423876509636087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/03/living-life.html' title='Living the life...'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RgNvDdkH68I/AAAAAAAAALQ/yUjHLoBAclw/s72-c/18.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-2033627049021987799</id><published>2007-03-21T00:51:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:04.909+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RgA_HdkH66I/AAAAAAAAALA/Ps7s7F_V0Eg/s1600-h/mai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044100980082731938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RgA_HdkH66I/AAAAAAAAALA/Ps7s7F_V0Eg/s400/mai.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;In the second diagram the parts are moved around but are exactly the same size. Where does the hole come from?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My mind jus couldnt agree with this!! Some of my friends got answers, but nothing made sense anymore.. damn m going insane. Help !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-2033627049021987799?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2033627049021987799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=2033627049021987799' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/2033627049021987799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/2033627049021987799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/03/illusion.html' title='Illusion?'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RgA_HdkH66I/AAAAAAAAALA/Ps7s7F_V0Eg/s72-c/mai.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-5349085646210113364</id><published>2007-03-20T23:38:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T01:16:02.908+05:00</updated><title type='text'>what do you call a knee that tells jokes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey y'all..&lt;br /&gt;I have been realy gloomy the last few days so I tried to cheer myself up. Heres one trick that really works. I ll post some of my favourites inge.. Hope you have a good laugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Herd this one from &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Husham loa-bis :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A couple had two little boys, ages eight and ten, who were excessively mischievous.The two were always getting into trouble and their parents could be confident that if any mischief occurred in their town, their two young sons were involved in some capacity. The parents were at their wit's end as to what to do about their sons' behavior.The parents had heard that a clergyman in town had been successful in disciplining children in the past, so they contacted him, and he agreed to give it his best shot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;He asked to see the boys individually, so the eight-year-old was sent to meet with him first. The clergyman sat the boy down and asked him sternly, "Where is God?"The boy made no response, so the clergyman repeated the question in an even sterner tone, "Where is God?"Again the boy made no attempt to answer, so the clergyman raised his voice even more and shook his finger in the boy's face, "WHERE IS GOD?"At that, the boy bolted from the room, ran directly home, and slammed himself in his closet. His older brother followed him into the closet and said, "What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;The younger brother replied, "We are in BIG trouble this time. God is missing and they think we did it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A couple drove down a country road for several miles, not saying a word.An earlier discussion had led to an argument and neither of them wanted to concede their position.As they passed a barnyard of mules, goats, and pigs, the wife asked sarcastically, "Relatives of yours?""Yep," the husband replied, "in-laws."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A man ordered a soup in the restaurant but, as soon as the soup arrived, he had to go to the bathroom. To make sure that nobody touched his soup while he is away, he wrote on a napkin: "I HAVE SPIT IN THE SOUP".Once he returned, he found a message on the same napkin: "ME, TOO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A man went to apply for a job. After filling out all of his applications, he waited anxiously for the outcome. The employer read all his applications and said, "We have an opening for people like you.""Oh, great," he said, "What is it?" "It's called the door!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;An elderly couple had been dating for some time. Finally they decided it was time for marriage. Before the wedding, they went out to dinner and had a long conversation regarding how their marriage might work. They discussed finances, living arrangements and so on.Finally the old gentleman decided it was time to broach the subject of their physical relationship. "How do you feel about sex?" he asked, rather trustingly."Well - she says, responding very carefully - I'd have to say I would like it infrequently."The old gentleman sat quietly for a moment. Then, looking over his glasses, he looked her in the eye casually asking, "Was that one word or two?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A man hasn't been feeling well, so he goes to his doctor for a complete check-up. Afterward, the doctor comes out with the results. "I'm afraid I have some very bad news," the doctor says. "You're dying, and you don't have much time left.""Oh, that's terrible!" says the man. "How long have I got?" "Ten," the doctor says sadly. "Ten?" the man asks. "Ten what? Months? Weeks? What?!" The doctor interrupts, "Nine..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A little old lady answered a knock on the door one day, only to be confronted by a well-dressed young man carrying a vacuum cleaner."Good morning," said the young man. "If I could take a couple minutes of your time, I would like to demonstrate the very latest in high-powered vacuum cleaners.""Go away!" said the old lady. "I haven't got any money" and she proceeded to close the door.Quick as a flash, the young man wedged his foot in the door and pushed it wide open."Don't be too hasty!" he said. "Not until you have at least seen my demonstration."And with that, he emptied a bucket of horse manure onto her hallway carpet."If this vacuum cleaner does not remove all traces of this horse manure from your carpet, Madam, I will personally eat the remainder.""Well," she said, "I hope you have a damned good appetite, because the electricity was cut off this morning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A Marine was deployed to Afghanistan. While he was there he received a letter from his girlfriend. In the letter she explained that she had slept with two guys while he had been gone and she wanted to break up with him. AND, she wanted pictures of herself back.&lt;br /&gt;So the Marine did what any squared-away Marine would do. He went around to his buddies and collected all the unwanted photos of women he could find. He then mailed about 25 pictures of women (with clothes and without) to his girl friend with the following note:&lt;br /&gt;"I don't remember which one you are. Please remove your picture and send the rest back." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;A guy dials his home number from work. A strange woman answers. The guy says, "Who is this?"&lt;br /&gt;"This is the maid," answered the woman.&lt;br /&gt;"We don't have a maid!"&lt;br /&gt;"I was just hired this morning by the lady of the house."&lt;br /&gt;"Well, this is her husband. Is she there?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ummm...she's upstairs in the bedroom with someone who I just figured was her husband."&lt;br /&gt;The guy is fuming. He says to the maid, "Listen, would you like to make $50,000?"&lt;br /&gt;"What do I have to do?"&lt;br /&gt;"I want you to get my gun from my desk in the den and shoot that witch and the jerk she's with."&lt;br /&gt;The maid puts down the phone. The guy hears footsteps, followed by a couple of gunshots.&lt;br /&gt;The maid comes back to the phone. "What should I do with the bodies?"&lt;br /&gt;"Throw them in the swimming pool!"&lt;br /&gt;"What pool?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh..... Is this 832-4821?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A man and his wife went to the company Christmas party where the man has a little too much to drink.&lt;br /&gt;He staggers down the stairs, completely hung over, and makes his way to the breakfast bar. His wife poors him a cup of coffee.&lt;br /&gt;With his head in his hand, he asks "Damn, honey." "What happened last night?"&lt;br /&gt;She replies, "It wasn't a pretty sight."&lt;br /&gt;He asks, "What do you mean?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well" she replies, "You were not on your best behavior and your boss was extremely upset."&lt;br /&gt;"He was", he moans.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" she replies, "He sure was."&lt;br /&gt;"Aahhh, PISS ON HIM!" he says.&lt;br /&gt;"You did," she replies. "Honey, You got fired last night."&lt;br /&gt;"I got fired?" he questions.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes" she answers "You got fired"&lt;br /&gt;"Aahhh, FUCK HIM!" he says.&lt;br /&gt;She replies, "I did, you start back Monday morning!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;A beautiful young woman gets out of the shower, wraps a towel around her and tells her husband that he can get in the shower. As he enters the shower, the doorbell rings.&lt;br /&gt;The wife says she'll get the door and goes downstairs.&lt;br /&gt;When she opens the door, she sees her neighbour, Bill, whose mouth opens wide at the sight of her shimmering form.&lt;br /&gt;He pulls out two one hundred dollar bills and tells her that they are hers if she will just let the towel fall to her waist.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks why not and drops the towel down and takes the money.&lt;br /&gt;Bill gasps at the sight and shows her two more hundreds and offers them if she will just let the towel go altogether.&lt;br /&gt;She thinks she has come this far so what the heck and drops the towel to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Bill looks for a minute, thanks her and leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;When she got back upstairs, her husband had completed his shower and asks her who was at the door. She says just Bill.&lt;br /&gt;The husband replies, "Did he say anything about the $400 he owes me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Answer - Funny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-5349085646210113364?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/5349085646210113364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=5349085646210113364' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/5349085646210113364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/5349085646210113364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/03/what-do-you-call-knee-that-tells-jokes.html' title='what do you call a knee that tells jokes?'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-3347379684648081507</id><published>2007-03-06T00:53:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:05.029+05:00</updated><title type='text'>My antennaz fixed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;I downloaded some songs yesterday, coz I got the wifi signal again ;).. I was very tired and sleepy last night, so I slept without checkin’ em out. I jus came back from helping out ‘someone’. I was very jaded several minutes back, so I opened my completed downloads and listened to the songs I downloaded. I came across a song which made the top of my list in a flash. Tracy Chapman’s The promise. You guys should really hear it. Actually anyone who listen to acoustic.. The melody of the song is very pleasant and nice. The lyrics is also very emotive and touching. Its about a guy who gotta leave his gal for a while. In their last meeting he’s asking her to promise that she would wait for him until he comes back and tells her how much he loves her.. sniff.. Wait! Tastes best with all the violins and Chapmans wonderful voice. I wouldn’t say anyone could sing this song better than he did. Well heres the lyrics. Don’t try it sugarless ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracy Chapman – Promise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you wait for me then Ill come for you&lt;br /&gt;Although Ive traveled far&lt;br /&gt;I always hold a place for you in my heart&lt;br /&gt;If you think of me, if you miss me once in awhile&lt;br /&gt;Then Ill return to you&lt;br /&gt;Ill return and fill that space in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering&lt;br /&gt;Your touch&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;Ill find my way back to you&lt;br /&gt;If youll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;If you dream of me like I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;In a place thats warm and dark&lt;br /&gt;In a place where I can feel the beating of your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering&lt;br /&gt;Your touch&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;Ill find my way back to you&lt;br /&gt;If youll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Ive longed for you and I have desired&lt;br /&gt;To see your face your smile&lt;br /&gt;To be with you wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering&lt;br /&gt;Your touch&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;Ill find my way back to you&lt;br /&gt;If youll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;Ive longed for you and I have desired&lt;br /&gt;To see your face, your smile&lt;br /&gt;To be with you wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering&lt;br /&gt;Your touch&lt;br /&gt;Your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Your warm embrace&lt;br /&gt;Ill find my way back to you&lt;br /&gt;Please say youll be waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together again&lt;br /&gt;It would feel so good to be&lt;br /&gt;In your arms&lt;br /&gt;Where all my journeys end&lt;br /&gt;If you can make a promise if its one that you can keep, I vow to come for you&lt;br /&gt;If you wait for me and say youll hold&lt;br /&gt;A place for me in your heart………&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sniff.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038532423920042418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/Rex2i1UKwbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qCEOsF2lc1c/s400/affection_by_frixin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-3347379684648081507?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/3347379684648081507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=3347379684648081507' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/3347379684648081507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/3347379684648081507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-antennaz-fixed.html' title='My antennaz fixed!'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/Rex2i1UKwbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/qCEOsF2lc1c/s72-c/affection_by_frixin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-1889702429943240099</id><published>2007-03-04T23:45:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:05.543+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lake of fire..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;The lead singer of the successful grunge band, Kurt Cobain was reported missing after he left a drug rehab center in Marina Del Rey California on April 1, 1994. Then he made the news on the headlines. Kurt was murdered on April 5th,1994 at his home in Seattle, Washington. His body was discovered on April 8th, 1994 when an electrician arrived to install a security system at the home. And why do you think Kurt had asked to install a security system at his home? Probably he sensed some danger or feared that someone would harm him. When police arrived, they found Cobain's lifeless body lying in a room above his garage. Blood was draining from his ear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;He was found with a shotgun in his mouth, which the police say is the main cause of his death. Police proceeded to dust the shotgun for fingerprints, but discovered no identifiable fingerprints on the gun itself. And If Kurt wanted to pretend it wasn’t suicide so bad and cleared his fingerprints from the shotgun. It was also reported that a closed cigar box containing drug paraphernalia was found next to his body. They took his body to the King County morgue, and performed an autopsy. The results of the autopsy surprised everyone who obtained it when the results were released to the public. The report showed that Cobain had 1.52 milligrams of morphine per litre in his bloodstream! This stunned almost everyone. And why? When heroin is injected to the bloodstream, it immediately becomes morphine. The 1.52mg of heroin per litre in Kurt body is also considered three times the lethal amount of heroin. This amount is enough to instantly weaken a normal person. It is a myth that an addict has a higher tolerance to the amount of heroin injected. What startled the public was that if he were to inject himself with that much heroin, he would not have the strength to put the drug paraphernalia or stuff he used to inject himself back into the cigar box and then advance to get the shot gun, shoot himself ending his life. It is obvious that after injecting himself with such a lethal dosage of heroin he would have been instantly incapacitated or died. It was also found that the shotgun found was purchased by Kurt before he went to the rehab to protect himself from life threatening situations just like this. Probably he was in fear of someone who might want to kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kurt was going for divorce with Courtney Love (his wife) before he died. The last few lines of the suicidal note dedicated to his wide and daughter was very short.. I am sure if he was ending his life, he would have been more interested in writing about his wide and children rather than his fans and music life. The handwriting contained in those short lines, has also been questioned by handwriting experts. The so-called suicide note is simply a letter to his fans telling them he was quitting the business. It was note addressed to his wife or daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even with this hard evidence, it is disappointing to find that King Country never reviewed the case thoroughly. Someone wants people to think Kurt committed suicide real bad. I believe it is unfair for a man to be labeled suicide after he was murdered and all the hard evidence is lying around and everybody’s ignoring it and going on with their lives which is so pleasant, normal and peaceful. How would you like it if you were murdered and for years people say that you committed suicide. Give it a thought.. Heres the note he wrote to his fans..to end his career.. not his life.(Suicide note) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038143944128119154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ResVOVUKwXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ivGPnvgwebE/s400/ajaibeh.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038143944128119170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ResVOVUKwYI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/DDRPl2Z7ujc/s400/bigfam2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;His Family At the Awards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038143939833151842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ResVOFUKwWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/EGRgD0z46bI/s400/_41186521_love_ap.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;His daughter Frances Cobain With Her mother. She says she wanna be recognized as Frances Cobain, Not as the daughter of Kurt Cobain and Courtney Love. Great gal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The So-called Suicidal Note of Kurt Donald Cobain, 1967-1994&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;To Boddah,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Speaking from the tongue of an experienced simpleton who obviously would rather be an emasculated, infantile complain-ee. This note should be pretty easy to understand.&lt;br /&gt;All the warnings from the punk rock 101 courses over the years, since my first introduction to the, shall we say, ethics involved with independence and the embracement of your community has proven to be very true. I haven't felt the excitement of listening to as well as creating music along with reading and writing for too many years now. I feel guity beyond words about these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;For example when we're back stage and the lights go out and the manic roar of the crowds begins., it doesn't affect me the way in which it did for Freddie Mercury, who seemed to love, relish in the the love and adoration from the crowd which is something I totally admire and envy. The fact is, I can't fool you, any one of you. It simply isn't fair to you or me. The worst crime I can think of would be to rip people off by faking it and pretending as if I'm having 100% fun. Sometimes I feel as if I should have a punch-in time clock before I walk out on stage. I've tried everything within my power to appreciate it (and I do,God, believe me I do, but it's not enough). I appreciate the fact that I and we have affected and entertained a lot of people. It must be one of those narcissists who only appreciate things when they're gone. I'm too sensitive. I need to be slightly numb in order to regain the enthusiasms I once had as a child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;On our last 3 tours, I've had a much better appreciation for all the people I've known personally, and as fans of our music, but I still can't get over the frustration, the guilt and empathy I have for everyone. There's good in all of us and I think I simply love people too much, so much that it makes me feel too fucking sad. The sad little, sensitive, unappreciative, Pisces, Jesus man. Why don't you just enjoy it? I don't know!&lt;br /&gt;I have a goddess of a wife who sweats ambition and empathy and a daughter who reminds me too much of what i used to be, full of love and joy, kissing every person she meets because everyone is good and will do her no harm. And that terrifies me to the point to where I can barely function. I can't stand the thought of Frances becoming the miserable, self-destructive, death rocker that I've become.&lt;br /&gt;I have it good, very good, and I'm grateful, but since the age of seven, I've become hateful towards all humans in general. Only because it seems so easy for people to get along that have empathy. Only because I love and feel sorry for people too much I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Thank you all from the pit of my burning, nauseous stomach for your letters and concern during the past years. I'm too much of an erratic, moody baby! I don't have the passion anymore, and so remember, it's better to burn out than to fade away.&lt;br /&gt;Peace, love, empathy.Kurt Cobain&lt;br /&gt;Frances and Courtney, I'll be at your alter.Please keep going Courtney, for Frances.For her life, which will be so much happier without me.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;So dudes and dudettes, if any of ya guys are interested, visit &lt;a href="http://www.cobaincase.com"&gt;www.cobaincase.com&lt;/a&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-1889702429943240099?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/1889702429943240099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=1889702429943240099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/1889702429943240099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/1889702429943240099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/03/lake-of-fire.html' title='Lake of fire..'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ResVOVUKwXI/AAAAAAAAAKI/ivGPnvgwebE/s72-c/ajaibeh.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-2581437968171559462</id><published>2007-03-02T00:43:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:06.603+05:00</updated><title type='text'>For Shweet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;This ones for a blogger friend [shweet] . She held her very first meekaaku contest like a week back. and I was one of the three winners (^_^) Shweet suggested that I post my certificate on my blog so here it is... =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037062010456931026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="298" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/Rec9NgTmetI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZEy0INdCImw/s400/haha.jpg" width="241" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;My secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I was going through shweets blog like I always do. Then I saw something new and interesting. A meekaaku contest. There was a picture of a star which was swirled using corel draw photo paint. So I quickly opened the programme and unswirled it to get a blur image of the well-known star.. Then I put it in my display picture, asked all my online friends and my family people for like 3 hours that night. I got three possible names. Rihanna, JenniferLo, and Beyonce. Then I searched for the pictures of the three of them and compared it with the blur image I got. Finally I after a lot of comparision work I decided it was Jlo. So I commented my answer on shweets blog :D.. The next day I found out that I won!! keke.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037052303830842018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="161" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/Rec0YgTmeqI/AAAAAAAAAHw/ObNw4OX-ZUA/s400/meekaaku%252B1.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;This is the Meekaaku swirled version on shweets blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037053201479006898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="299" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/Rec1MwTmerI/AAAAAAAAAH4/i-iiiaANi8s/s400/sumone.bmp" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;This is my the unswirled version I got with the help of my intelligence and courage and wisdom and patience and all that crap lol ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037055039725009602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="98" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/Rec23wTmesI/AAAAAAAAAIA/73PlDKH0_Gk/s400/jenlo.jpg" width="290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;This is the original image which was posted on shweets blog after like 12 hours.. long wait really hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;Anyways thanks to Husham (loa-biss), Naif, Polibe, Amu, Shiury and Hishma.. I couldnt have done it without them :D.. Specially Naif, Shiury and Polibe.. They gave 100% assurance it was Jlo .. Now shweet.. thank me for this post !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you are interested in shweets blog, heres the link. Its a cool blog really! Updated like everyday annd kulamajaagandeh keke..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shweet-butterfly.blogspot.com"&gt;*Blog-kunfunyge-manager-the-shweet&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-2581437968171559462?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2581437968171559462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=2581437968171559462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/2581437968171559462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/2581437968171559462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-shweet.html' title='For Shweet...'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/Rec9NgTmetI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZEy0INdCImw/s72-c/haha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-7263056382601589828</id><published>2007-02-26T20:36:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:07.465+05:00</updated><title type='text'>God help her!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663300;"&gt;Heres The story. Our Dear Brit darling went to her former husbands home around 7 pm and rang the bell at his gate. Three times and no answer. Meanwhile Kevin was inside with the babies. She was so pissed that when her assistant stopped the car, she grabbed an umbrella and got out. She headed towards the photographers who had followed her to Kevins house. Then she actually attacked a car that the photographers were in with an umbrella! Thirty minutes later Kevin headed to the couple's former love nest in Malibu serra Retreat where Britney was waiting. She calmed herself down enough and have come to an agreement that would be best for the children and for Brit. Lets hope everything ends up happy for Brit and the Family. She went to the rehab for the third time afterwads. God! A bald-mad-Brit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ReMD351rZjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/897kY5Fezp4/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035873067283998258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="270" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ReMD351rZjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/897kY5Fezp4/s400/1.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035872573362759202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="220" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ReMDbJ1rZiI/AAAAAAAAAGo/kiXf1NaSsPU/s400/595_45deca7cecd7e.jpg" width="285" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ReMEX51rZkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pI1qbqPXCLI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035873617039812162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" height="310" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ReMEX51rZkI/AAAAAAAAAG4/pI1qbqPXCLI/s400/3.jpg" width="245" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035874308529546834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ReMFAJ1rZlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HDJ3huxzcNc/s400/4.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ReMF_p1rZmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6vxK7ZrAs9I/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035875399451240034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" height="218" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ReMF_p1rZmI/AAAAAAAAAHI/6vxK7ZrAs9I/s400/5.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035876580567246450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="285" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ReMHEZ1rZnI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Ji-Q9SBS3BE/s400/6.jpg" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;ekam hee hee hees levihje sahaadhah ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-7263056382601589828?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/7263056382601589828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=7263056382601589828' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/7263056382601589828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/7263056382601589828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/02/god-help-her.html' title='God help her!'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ReMD351rZjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/897kY5Fezp4/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-5864855473622844551</id><published>2007-02-26T19:54:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:07.564+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Royal Game...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;Heres a very interesting game, where your only toy is your music library keke. I found this game while I was surfing last night. I had a good laugh! Hope you guys like it too =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes like this... Firstly&lt;br /&gt;1. Open your library (iTunes, Winamp, Media Player, iPod, etc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;2. Put it on shuffle (Crtl + H)&lt;br /&gt;3. Press play&lt;br /&gt;4. For every question, type the song that's playing&lt;br /&gt;5. When you go to a new question, press the next button6. Dont skip any songs and pretend cool!! just type it in =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres how it worked for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOUR LIFE WAS A MOVIE WHAT WOULD THE SOUNDTRACK BE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening Credits: How to save a life - The Fray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;Waking Up: Gone - Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day At School: Invincible - Crossfade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling In Love: Get busy - Sean Paul ( keke..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing Virginity: I'm a Believer - Eddie Murphy ( HA HA HA!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight Song: Only one - Yellowcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Up: Unfaithful - Rihanna (Soo right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prom: Flake - Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life: Heal the world - Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental Breakdown: Traffic in the sky - Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving: Complicated - Avril Lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback: Through glass - Stone Sour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting Back Together: Kalhusoru - Zero Degree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wedding: It wasn't me - Shaggy (KEKE!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birth of Child: APl song - BEP (Shiiet!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Battle: Over you - Chris Daughtry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death Scene: Do you remember - Jack Johnson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funeral Song: ColorBlind - Darius Danesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End Credits: How come - D12 (aww now thats not funny! hmmph) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Why so many Jack Johnsons? Well, this is a whole new music Library. Well Lifes Good. Share it lol..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035858172337415698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ReL2U51rZhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mrJFtISZIew/s400/freedom+of+youth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-5864855473622844551?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/5864855473622844551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=5864855473622844551' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/5864855473622844551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/5864855473622844551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/02/royal-game.html' title='The Royal Game...'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ReL2U51rZhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mrJFtISZIew/s72-c/freedom+of+youth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-6331100422770063433</id><published>2007-02-25T20:19:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:07.871+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sanity Dissapears...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;Queen of the teens, Princess of pop indeed… Brits has lost her mind publicly. Or is it jus her hair? Another new haircut? Maybe even this time its jus another brits new look which would be reproduced by the many teens around the world.. aah bald and again thats cute! (^_^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all started after her divorce from Kevin Federline last year. After that she started drinking, club and barhopping all night, all over the country. And all these time we thought life would be bliss for the children of famous people. What anguish and suffering it would be for the children. Divorced parents and a crazy mother all over the news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Do you think Brit could be the same princess of pop she used to, and sell a million records again? She certainly cannot undo the mess she made. Luckily She isn’t alone in this business. Lindsay Lohan just finished a month stay at a rehab facility. And our Miss USA Tara Conner spent her holidays getting treatment for alcoholism. Nicole Richie was charged Friday with DUI!! What a world…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isn't she lovely&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Hollywood girl &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;She's so lucky, she's a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;But she cry, cry, cries in her lonely heart, thinking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;If there's nothing missing in my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then why do these tears come at night&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;Lucky - Britney Spears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;Yap. Nothing missing in her life.. uh oh except her hair …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035495196061296130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ReGsM51rZgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ahQnpysjBMc/s400/00017axd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-6331100422770063433?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/6331100422770063433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=6331100422770063433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/6331100422770063433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/6331100422770063433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/02/sanity-dissapears.html' title='Sanity Dissapears...'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/ReGsM51rZgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ahQnpysjBMc/s72-c/00017axd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-827324124329437159</id><published>2007-02-21T15:10:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:07.981+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sidney Sheldon ~ 1917 - 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Lately I haven’t been doing any reading or anything productive. I just hang around and waste my time doing no good for me or people around me. But I used to be one of those whod take a torch to bed. In those good ol times, Sidney Sheldon was one of my favourite writers, althought I thought he was a woman for more than a year lol. No surprise cause I never knew a man named Sidney. ‘The Naked Face’ was one of the books I could read a million times again and again and never get done with the job. So accordingly I really thought highly of him. He was a writer who really knew what the reader expects and keep the reader interested for hours. A spell should I say. He aimed each chapter to create curiosity to the next."I try to construct them so when the reader gets to the end of a chapter, he or she has to read just one more chapter. It's the technique of the old Saturday afternoon serial: Leave the guy hanging on the edge of the cliff at the end of the chapter." He was undeniably an amazing writer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have not proved myself as a loyal fan. Like three days back, I was having a casual conversation on books, angels and demons with my friend maalik. And he came up with the did you know question. That’s when I found out good ol’ Sheldon was dead like a month back.. It really hit me with surprise. Cause I somehow believed that He’d live forever. I felt Guilty, sad, disappointed in myself and all that mixture of emotions I thought..I really should watch the news everyday !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sheldons Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sidney Sheldon was a successful and creative writer who was one of the most inspired writers of all times.He died at the age of 89 of complications from pneumonia at the Eisenhower medical center in rancho mirage, near his palm springs home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was born February 11 1917 in Illinios, Chicago, He sold his very first poem at the age of 10 there. And sold his first script at 17. After that he started as script reader at major studios, and then had three Broadway musical hits by the age of 25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He served as a pilot during world war two. After that he started working as a prolific writer on broadway, winning a tony ward for the musical Redhead. His big break came fiver years later in 1948. He won an academy award for his original screen play “The bachelor and the bobby soxer”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a great screenwriter.So In 1963 he turned into the television industy as a screen writer in patty duke show. He wrote almost every episode of The Patty Duke Show for seven years which surely could be a record of some kind Nowadays, a team of writers work on a hit tv show. he won a Tony, an Oscar and an Emmy (for "I Dream of Jeannie") during his career.in 1964 His hit shows included The Patty Duke Show, I Dream of Jeannie, and Hart to Hart. Unlike other novelists who worked over typewriters or computers, he dictated 50 pages a day to a secretary or a tape machine. He corrected the pages the following day, continuing the routine until he had 1,200 to 1,500 pages."Then I do a complete rewrite -- 12 to 15 times," he said. "I spend a whole year rewriting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working as a screenwriter at both MGM and Paramount Pictures, Sheldon went on to write 25 films Sheldon became distinguished in Hollywood, television and Broadway theatres before he made his way to fiction at the age of 50. With his first fictional novel ‘The Naked Face’he reached the top of the bestseller lists reaching the top of the bestseller lists with his first novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sheldon became a recognized american in the 1970s. Some of his notable novels include "The Other Side of Midnight" and "Bloodline," "If Tomorrow Comes”, "Rage of Angels,” Several of his novels became television miniseries and bestsellers. He published 18 novels and sold 300 million copies. Translations into 71 languages in 180 countries won him a listing in "The Guinness Book of Records" as "the world's most translated author." in 2005, he wrote his most recent novel his memoir "The Other Side of Me" in which he offered a rare glimpse into the lives of stars like Grant and Garland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sheldon wrote for theatres movies and televivsion. Even so, he always had another notion, for a different novel. "Writing novels is the most fun I've ever had," Shelden had said. "When you do a novel you're on your own. It's a freedom that doesn't exist in any other medium." It was definitely something he loved. Most of his writings consists of strong women who triumph. After facing the complexity of the world full of cruel men. I like to write about women who are talented and capable, but most important, retain their femininity," he said. "Women have tremendous power - their femininity, because men can't do without it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheldon was a child born during the depression to parents. He dropped out of school in third grade and hardly had a chance to read books. Sheldon had said that he considered his writing success somewhat of a miracle. He was indeed meant to be a writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sheldon is survived by his wife, Alexandra, a daughter, Mary – also an author 2 grandchildren&amp; a brother Richard the family did not give details of funeral arrangements, but said a "celebration of his life" will be held at a date to be determined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;He wasn’t just another great writer. He was the amazing writer. The world will find no other replacement for this missing piece. "I've lost a longtime and dear friend," Cowan said. "In all my years in this business, I've never heard an unkind word said about him.”He should have lived 12 more days and died 90 ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033931252439934434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RdwdzZ1rZeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6XAaBXEDqE4/s400/sheldon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-827324124329437159?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/827324124329437159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=827324124329437159' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/827324124329437159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/827324124329437159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/02/sidney-sheldon-1917-2007.html' title='Sidney Sheldon ~ 1917 - 2007'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RdwdzZ1rZeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/6XAaBXEDqE4/s72-c/sheldon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-2752866927955541394</id><published>2007-02-14T14:51:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T15:40:08.114+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentines Day celebrations...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Praise be to Allah, the Lord of the Worlds, and blessings and peace be upon our Prophet Muhammad and upon all his family and companions. Allah has chosen for us Islam as our religion and He will not accept any other religion from anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Our prophet warned us that groups of muslims would follow the enemies of Allah in some of their rituals and customs.It has indeed come to pass and has become widespread in recent times, in many of the Muslim countries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;In recent years, imitation of the Christians in their celebration of the Valentine’s Day has spread amongst muslin youth. As you read the rest of this post, you will find the facts about valentines day and why we are not to celebrate this festival. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Origin of valentines day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Festival of Love was one of the festivals of the pagan romans(the romans who did not have a religion, before christianity). Then, it was an expression of “spiritual love”. This festival was preserved with by Christians. The roman heirs. The rituals of this festival included the sacrifice of a dog and a goat. Two strong and muscular youths would daub the blood of the dog and goat onto their bodies, then they would wash the blood away with milk. After that there would be a great parade, with these two youths at its head, which would go about the streets. The two youths would have pieces of leather with which they would hit everyone who crossed their path. The Roman women would welcome this act, because they believed that they could prevent or cure infertility. These ugly rituals surely is something that would cause horror and disgust in anyone of a sound nature, and it is unacceptable to the sane mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The connection between Saint Valentine and this festival&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Valentine is a name which is given to the ancient “martyr” of the Christian Church. He died in Rome as the result of the harassment of the Gothic leader Claudius ordered that soldiers should not get married, because marriage would distract them from the wars they used to fight. This was opposed by Saint Valentine. Valentine was thrown into jail and sentenced him to execution. he was executed on 14 February 270 CE. A church was built in Rome on the site of the place where he died, for his memory to remain. When the Romans embraced Christianity, they continued to celebrate the Feast of Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its origins lie in the pagan beliefs of the Romans, where it was an expression of the spiritual love of the idols which they used to worship instead of Allah. And whoever shirks is never forgiven by allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;In Islam, the festivals are clearly defined and well established, and no additions or subtractions may be accepted. They are an essential part of our worship and there is no room for discussion or personal opinion. ‘For every nation We have ordained religious ceremonies which they must follow’ [al-Hajj 22:67] like the qiblah (direction faced in prayer), prayer and fasting. So there is no difference between joining them in their festival and joining them in their other rituals. Agreeing with the whole festival is agreeing with kufr. The Prophet said “Whoever imitates a people is one of them.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentines day originated in rome in the times of the pagans ( people with no religion ), and it has also been a Christians (pagan’s inheritors).Soit is something which belongs exclusively to the Christians, not to Islam, and the Muslims have no share and no part in it. every nation should be distinguished by its festivals. No Muslim should join in with them, just as he does not share their religion or their direction of prayer. Celebrating Valentine’s Day means resembling or imitating the pagan Romans, The people who had no religion. The romans who lived before Christians. It is a shame for even Christians to imitate this festival from their anchesters.Allah says : “And be not as those who divided and differed among themselves after the clear proofs had come to them. It is they for whom there is an awful torment”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imitation causes defects in the Muslim personality, such as feelings of inadequacy, inferiority, weakness and defeatism, then it leads to shunning and keeping away from the path and laws of Allah. Experience has shown that admiration for the kuffaar and imitation of them causes people to love them, have complete faith in them and take them as friends and helpers, and to reject Islam and its people, its heroes, its legacy and values, and become ignorant of all of that. It is a mistake to confuse what they call the day with what the real intentions are behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;The love referred to on this day is romantic love, taking mistresses and lovers, boyfriends and girlfriends. It is known to be a day of promiscuity and sex for them, with no restraints or restrictions… There is the love of Allah, love of His Messenger (peace and blessings of Allah be upon him) and his companions (may Allah be pleased with them), love for good and righteous people, love and support for the religion, love of martyrdom for the sake of Allah. It is a dangerous mistake to restrict this broad meaning to this one kind of love. The love outside the framework of marriage. Most of the young people celebrate it because it lets them fulfil their desires, without thinking of the issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A muslim man loves his wife throughout the year. Cards, roses whatsoever. It does not have to be revealed only on a day of festival for kafirs.There is no religion which encourages its followers to love and care for one another more than Islam does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;The mosques should warn the people about the reality of this holiday. The teachers should warn their students. You should warn your sisters and brothers. You will have to answer allah one day. which could be even tomorrow for you. The truth about this occasion and its threat to our religion has been buried for too long.. May god forgive us and protect us. The real life is life in paradise, a never ending life with happiness and bliss. For what you see is temporary and what you dont see is permanent.(in q) I hope you find a new.. A new day.. an new dawn as a rightous person. loved by allah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031334441321596722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="263" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RdLkBGkphzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/S0rEzJC96Wg/s400/30122007(004).jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dharubaarugey bihdhoshu sunrise.... (^o^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-2752866927955541394?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2752866927955541394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=2752866927955541394' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/2752866927955541394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/2752866927955541394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/02/valentines-day-celebrations.html' title='Valentines Day celebrations...'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pO8GJyrq0Mo/RdLkBGkphzI/AAAAAAAAAFY/S0rEzJC96Wg/s72-c/30122007(004).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-2849186359514644033</id><published>2007-01-25T15:40:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T02:01:18.442+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gadget Fever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-2849186359514644033?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/2849186359514644033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=2849186359514644033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/2849186359514644033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/2849186359514644033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2007/01/gadget-fever.html' title='Gadget Fever...'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-116717642719685033</id><published>2006-12-27T04:05:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T14:19:27.873+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy-days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;I really apologize for the holdup in my posts. Well I totally agree that it’s my bad. I just couldn’t get myself to write anything. You know how holidays are like doncha? There are so many stuff you could do. But you end up in bed all day thinking about what you will choose. Well, now that I have chosen my pick, I will keep you guys updated pretty often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays I should say there’s not much to life. Just reading, watching stuff and hanging out. Generally everything I do is pointless. I just live my life and try to inhabit myself. The funniest part is I totally became nocturnal until a week back. That’s when I got cured somehow. I just couldn’t get myself to sleep in the night. Well it was kinda enjoyable. Everyone at home is asleep giving me the green light for freedom. That’s excluding all my friends in the noct club. Best thing is going out and feeling the early morning breeze before going to sleep. I can tell ya its the best time of the day. Usually noone in site. Have the whole world for yourself. hehe .Well, Before that usually I would surf on the www or watch something if I got any.And not to neglect, all my lovely friends who kept me occupied in chat all night ;). Thank you all very much. Hope you get restored to good health soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, living in the daylight isn’t that clear-cut either. It just means eating at the table at the right time. Nothing else is quite different. Sometimes I tried calling a few friends and get together. But you know how some people can change when schools over and they got their own life to live. I can almost hear some of them say "Friends come, friends go, why do you care?" And I could almost say "I aint a goner yet dear FRIEND!" hehe. Well if you ever want to get rid of someone, its better just to say it straight. Instead of lying and lying and go kill yaself in the end. Off to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is what I imagined heaven would be in my school days. I would sit and try to study real hard the night before the exam. Only one thought kept me awake all those nights. The thought that I would breathe this life! Oh how silly I was lol. If anybody gave me the slightest hint of this nightmare, I would ve rather slept and failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;So, all you guys who are looking forward to the so-called magnificent 6 months I hope you get the picture. Better sketch it well or you will suffer the same curse. This is absolutely nothing like the fri-sat weekend. Frankly, its better to have yourself occupied in something...even studies. Its funny sometimes.. Whenever I see my notes now, I just want to go sit and study for an exam. This curse is that treacherous ;) I miss school now. I could say I would kill to go back!{sneeze q} Anything to do anything else but walk in circles... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6762/2121/320/13676/dba926b1f69d1018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-116717642719685033?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/116717642719685033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=116717642719685033' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/116717642719685033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/116717642719685033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2006/12/holy-days.html' title='Holy-days'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-115896731986257298</id><published>2006-09-23T02:22:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:29:47.181+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to say goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;Well! It's been a long time. People really do forget. If it werent for ciman, I would have forgot all about ma bloggy. Thank you ciman.. for reminding me. hehe.I almost forgot I even had a blog for 7 months... Sorry ol' bloggy. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I have been so busy and involved with school-life the past 7 months. To be honest, I have never had the time to sit in front of the computer feeling bored or wondering what to do. There's always something to do. Maybe sulk over loaded homework.LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am counting the last few days of studying in this school. It is both heartbreaking and blissful. Good news is no more home works, being scolded by teachers and most importantly no early morning wake up calls. That does sound great eh? We will finally have time to quit studying 24/7 and do something else whenever we want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet everything just can't be right. It's just never perfect. On the other side of the picture it's so unhappy… Yes. Friends and all the fun we had together. It's all going to fade away. Almost everyone is going to take a different path in life and live their own life. We won't be seeing each other everyday and chat gossip and all that. It fills me with pain and unhappiness to face the truth that it’s never going to be the same. It will never be just us together in that same classroom with those brainless teachers hehe. Some of them friends are going abroad for like a lifetime. Some will start working and become the most dull and mind-numbing people ever :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we're all gonna be scattered and although we never meet again, in the past 3 years we have created this special relationship between us. However much disgust and mischief that has happened between us, meeting in the same place, everyday has somehow created this bond. A bond in which we have created love, affection and caring for each other. And no matter what happens in life, I will always give a helping hand for them and be there for them. And whenever I know that they are unhappy, it sure will sadden me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we have to leave behind for each other is memories… Like they say best memories are the memories of school-life. This is where my school life started and I will never forget these wonderful days I spent with you guys. I have learnt a lot and experienced a lot with you. And I will always love you and remember these days wherever in life I go and how much more friends I find. Right now let's leave that and enjoy the remaining 54 days sniff..hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;Smile while you still can ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6762/2121/400/crowd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-115896731986257298?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/115896731986257298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=115896731986257298' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/115896731986257298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/115896731986257298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2006/09/time-to-say-goodbye.html' title='Time to say goodbye...'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-113751599283091708</id><published>2006-01-17T20:52:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:45:05.208+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The puzzling mystery!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It seems that girls are always doing the same nasty things, playing with your poor heart in the same old ways, confusing you, hurting you and doing all those stuff. Maybe you guys never knew about the truth behind all these depressing happenings . Welcome to the world of girls!Yes, the number one complaint men have when it comes to women. Confusing you in all sorts of ways. A girls action contradict their words. Never heard that one. Did you? I guess not. And understanding this phenoenon will help you gain an upper hand in the game of seduction. This is'nt going to be a hard job for you if you live somewhere, where you meet girls often.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Men have been trying to untie a girl's mind for thousands for years and still to this day, we don't have much to show for all out research. Two things that we have been able to decipher is that jewelry is a good barter for oral sex and when she says "nothing's wrong." it really means that everything's wrong!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;To be honest, Girls are a lot like men than we think, with one exception. Guys, ever heard of estrogen ? Every woman is a victim of this dominant dangerous hormone. This is the exact reason which makes them more emotional beings than sane people. This is especially when it comes to matters of the heart. The mystery behind a woman's unpredictable way of acting is because of her way of thinking. And what changes her way of thinking? Right, Emotions!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;That's not much, right? With the failure to produce any significant results after so much pondering, one might wonder why we would even try to comprehend a woman's way of thinking. The great mystery. But actually the logic behind the craving of men to find whats going on in the girl's mind is indeed very simple. He who understands the workings of a girls'mind will be unchained from the troubles that occur when dealing with girls. These include things such as fear, pressure, fear of rejection, miscommunication, guitr, self-abuse. All these difficulties arise when you put a girl in authority. "Emotions" in authority.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;Doubts? Oh yes, I am a girl!And girls are confusing. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6762/2121/320/huh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-113751599283091708?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/113751599283091708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=113751599283091708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/113751599283091708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/113751599283091708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2006/01/puzzling-mystery.html' title='The puzzling mystery!'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21008048.post-113733347135782594</id><published>2006-01-15T18:30:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T15:48:24.341+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy life..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;color:#330000;"&gt;Dear Readers,&lt;br /&gt;Its been a long time since I have been hearing about these bloody blogs. But I never had the guts to make one myself. Finally here I am making one for my own. I think this is going to be something interesting. Atleast I could get myself to do somthing interesting when I am bored. Sometimes I wish life could be less stressful than now.Maybe like computers.Is'nt that why people are into computers these days. Computer things are much simpler and easier for our little poor minds to process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I felt lonley, I could come online. Or maybe I could write down in my nick ''Hey any bored fellas? I am bored. pm me''. It is not that easy when it comes to life right. Maybe I am bored at a party. Its not like people there could see through me.And if I am not home I could switch to away mode. ''I am not here, sorry.''I may not want to see my computer filled up with messages "Are you there?". You can just appear offline or really sign off!! You dont want people to be waiting at ur doorstep coz ur away right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;How wonderful would it be to be able to observe the world, watch people come and go, without them ever seeing you. You'd be like Mr. Invisible. Imagine what you are capable of! You could talk to someone to hate and yell at them as much as you want and that person will never even find its you!. wonderful life eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes. Life would be indeed a garden of roses . ( cute, isnt he? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6762/2121/320/bed_of_roses.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21008048-113733347135782594?l=inaaan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/feeds/113733347135782594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21008048&amp;postID=113733347135782594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/113733347135782594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21008048/posts/default/113733347135782594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inaaan.blogspot.com/2006/01/easy-life.html' title='Easy life..'/><author><name>Inan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16040308558076846190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img388.imageshack.us/img388/5343/silencexy2.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
