<?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-3990330000452606257</id><updated>2011-07-08T11:03:48.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>thINK</title><subtitle type='html'>I write whatever i feel like writing whenever i feel like writing! So if you dont like my blog lets agree to disagree! You are always wrong and iam always right!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-7780725326286411586</id><published>2008-09-03T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T10:45:47.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life's boring, some one change the channel plz!</title><content type='html'>Before i bombard you with my thoughts here's a joke that has a very in depth meaning. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;chk&lt;/span&gt; it out . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         FIRST, A HISTORY TEST.  &lt;p&gt; In 1923, Who Was:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  1. President of the largest steel company?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  2. President of the largest gas company?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  3. President of the New York Stock Exchange?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  4. Greatest wheat speculator?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  5. President of the Bank of International Settlement?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  6. Great Bear of Wall Street? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;    These men were considered some of the worlds most successful of their days. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Now, 80 years later, the history book asks us if we know what ultimately became of them. The Answers:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  1. The president of the largest steel company. Charles &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Schwab&lt;/span&gt; , died a pauper.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  2. The president of the largest gas company, Edward &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hopson&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;went insane.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  3. The president of the NYSE, Richard Whitney ,&lt;br /&gt;was released from prison to die at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  4. The greatest wheat speculator, Arthur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cooger&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;died abroad, penniless.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  5. The president of the Bank of International Settlement,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr /&gt; shot himself.&lt;p&gt;  6. The Great Bear of Wall Street, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cosabee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Livermore&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;also committed suicide. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  However:&lt;br /&gt;in that same year, 1923, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;PGA&lt;/span&gt; Champion and the winner of the most important golf tournament,&lt;br /&gt;the US Open,was Gene &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sarazen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; What became of him?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;   He played golf until he was 92, died in 1999 at the age of 95. He was financially secure at the time of his death.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  The Moral:  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;  Screw work.&lt;/p&gt;Play golf. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;--------Well the moral here is Stop being an uptight &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;butthead&lt;/span&gt; and enjoy life, You probably get only one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So its September 3rd, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; in my 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year 1st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt;. I'm scared yet happy, dreadful yet relieved. If i say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; moving on the fast track to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;successville&lt;/span&gt; then man am i yanking your chain. still no bloody clue what i wanna be in life. I'm life's bitch, screw me!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;bro's&lt;/span&gt; well off in the states (not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;havin&lt;/span&gt; fun but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;workin&lt;/span&gt; his&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ass off) mom and dad leading a seemingly random incoherent life like the old black and white movies. Day in and day out same old shit.  No job, No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;, No problem ( i know u assholes r like wait a min i read &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; on some guys shirt, Ur damn right u did so CHUCK it).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Booked my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;GRE&lt;/span&gt; date on the 1st of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;oct&lt;/span&gt; which gives me 27 days to prepare for and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;iam&lt;/span&gt; not as usual. Ill be kicking myself for not preparing later but what the hell , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;dats&lt;/span&gt; just me.  the worlds going crazy, chaos rules every moment of my life, my home is my sanctuary and my cage. I yearn to be free yet, revolted by the outside world and bored of the inside.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Inside and outside, its all we have, you can either choose to be in or out and none give me the satisfaction.  Where are you???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh yeah i leave with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;advise&lt;/span&gt; to you all. two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;movies&lt;/span&gt; you have absolutely need to watch. 1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;stly&lt;/span&gt; into the wild, the movie is just wow. And secondly "strange &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;wildreness&lt;/span&gt;" is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;blooddy&lt;/span&gt; funny, its an amazing hilarious movie from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;adam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;sandlers&lt;/span&gt; very own home production.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Watch it , laugh (preferably with a buddy), have fun and just laugh. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;iam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;veryyy&lt;/span&gt; good at it! Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&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/3990330000452606257-7780725326286411586?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/7780725326286411586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=7780725326286411586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/7780725326286411586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/7780725326286411586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2008/09/lifes-boring-some-one-change-channel.html' title='life&apos;s boring, some one change the channel plz!'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-7013977648435540916</id><published>2008-08-18T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T07:44:17.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOW 6 months, what the hell happened to me?!</title><content type='html'>When i started this blog in 2006, i had one reason in mind, first to pen how i felt about things, dark and bright moments of my life and also to record my life. But these 6 months i just seemed to have lost touch with my spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain things have happened that had a lot of impact one me, i think i have screwed up something valuable in my life and it wasn't my fault but my conscience  refuses to agree with me.  Education wise  i have done a lot better than the previous semester. Thats pretty much it. I've had only one thing running in my mind now-a- days.      Is this all whats life ALL about? Seriously?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a reminder to myself that i'm still alive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 class="firstHeading"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-7013977648435540916?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/7013977648435540916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=7013977648435540916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/7013977648435540916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/7013977648435540916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2008/08/wow-6-months-what-hell-happened-to-me.html' title='WOW 6 months, what the hell happened to me?!'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-2197901199067153444</id><published>2008-02-20T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T10:36:42.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Out of the 20 years of my life, i spent 16 of them in my old apartments before i moved out. All my memories sad one's good one's great one's , everything awesome, shit etc happened there and naturally ihave a deep emotional and sentimental attachment to it. After i moved out i still used to visit that place often. One day one of my neighbours while she was drying clothes in her balcony in the 2nd floor slipped and fell 2 storeys on the pavement and died on the spot. She was 56 years old. Her husband who was a very very very good family friend of ours was completely shocked and devasted. My mom my dad and my brother went to visit him and were with him that day and the next while i refused as i couldnt face him or more simply didnt want to deal with that fact. So after that incident which happened in sept 2006 i stopped completely visiting my apartments. On a flat above mine there lived a pomeraninan dog. It was there all my life. The owner was a friend of mine. Basically it became like a part of my childhood because i used to hang out on the terrace a lot and so did the dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today night just an hour ago me and my friend visited the old place just for fun and i went to the usual place to see what was the dog upto cause its beena really long long time and i found out that it died 5 months ago. Something stabbed through my soul deeply as i lost something very precious of my childhood. As someone was cleaning up my entire memories one by one. Sweeping it clean. All i could say was "what"? Guess i'm a person who doesn't let go of the past and i need to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would know what i meant if you could relate yourself to something very close to you during childhood and then suddenly its gone along with some of your memories. I was in a complete shock and i still am. I dont know why i'm writing this and i dont care all i want to do is remember. When you &lt;strong&gt;have&lt;/strong&gt; certain things you cherish it, when that precious thing is gone you remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-2197901199067153444?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/2197901199067153444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=2197901199067153444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/2197901199067153444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/2197901199067153444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2008/02/out-of-20-years-of-my-life-i-spent-16.html' title=''/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-8194387210058341560</id><published>2007-12-04T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T09:46:39.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminder that i still exist!</title><content type='html'>i'm not dead jus yet. This has been a very fucked up sem as usual. hardly attnded any classes. finished the main exams. Theres just nothing to say as nothing remotely interesting happened in the past 5 months. Everyday is just like any other day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-8194387210058341560?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/8194387210058341560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=8194387210058341560' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/8194387210058341560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/8194387210058341560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2007/12/reminder-that-i-still-exist.html' title='reminder that i still exist!'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-8872535938657981860</id><published>2007-07-29T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T10:54:03.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh sinnerman where you gonna run 2?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I guess i practically slept all day or what but its 1030 now and i'm not gettin a dime of sleep. Was counting sheep till i reached 2,312 and realized theres no point. So here iam as usual on the pc. Drained all the battery of my ipod. Ears cant take it anymore. Ate two choc cone icecreams. Gonna have the third one now. Just in a flash the entire sunday was over. Just in a flash. I guess what a holiday for me is to simply do nothing productive and do absolutely nothing at all. Just waste the entire day in doing nothingness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092678438862705058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RqzUDtez0aI/AAAAAAAAADs/5S9EfbqYF3w/s400/insomniac.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i wonder why is one friggin day a holiday in an entire week. Now we all feel when we have school or college we badly look forward for a holiday or a weekend or somethin and when that finally arrives we are so damn bored we just want the school or college to start as soon as possible, unless you're alice in wonderland having incredible fun with a talking rabbit and going through holes in your garden with a wild fucked up imagination!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday is the Sabbath day, as per the Bible. God after toiling for six days in creation of the universe, rested on the seventh day. Starting from Monday, the seventh day falls on Sunday. Since God rested on Sunday, it came to be recognised as a Sabbath day, when we are not supposed to work, following the example of God. So, WOW. Sunday is a day when god rested after he was tired creating the universe. 6 days for creating the universe. Hmmmmmmmmm................and we thought the universe is 6 billion light years in width and 17 billion light years in length. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in all that lots and lots and lots of space dust and galaxies and donuts and what not( i like to think that at least half the universe is made up of chocolate donuts and since no one can prove me right or wrong i'll be sticking to that), so in that humongous huge holy shit oh my god dats big universe. What in the name of fuck are we??????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little little tiny insignificant species who dont matter jack squat or amount to anything. That doesnt mean you starting looting everyone and create chaos. Its just that if you actually put some thought into this you will literally go crazy. You'r thoughts are so very true yet you refuse to believe it and thus you are successfully on the road to crazyville.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And believe me when i say this i'm just talking way above my head here as i have nothing better to do then pen my thoughts on this blog cause its my blog and ill do whatever the hell i want and if you dont like it there's always a good balaji soap playin in star plus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i know what you're thinking and yes you are totally right but what you dont realize is i dont care and i'm practically always full of it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok i'm going to try this little exercise and ill type everything i did since morning. Lets evaluate...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) I woke up on the floor mat on the living room with a james hadely chase novel, my ipod and the laptop and i realized why i was sleeping in the living room cause i dont have a bedroom anymore. Namesake( frankly i couldnt care less)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Woke up, and what is the first thing i do instead of brushing my teeth??? I switch on the pc and play a java game till my mouth stinks so bad and i need coffee and i have to brush so i run back to the living room grab the ipod put it on and then start brushing to the tunes of RHCP.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) I drank coffee and got the papers and was frantically search for the cartoon column(gimme a break its a sunday i dont care for events around the world i just wanna smile early in the morning)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Then i go house hunting with my dad in the remote parts at the edge of the city. reason i accompanied him only cause he would probably let me drive his ikon and so he does. BUt there is a big catch. When i drive with my dad by my side the speedometer almost has to absolutely stay below 20. ALWAYS. So here i was drivin at 2km per hour and feeling the speedometer cursing me while tortoses on the road beat me to the crossing while ridiculing me while i go " dad 4 the love of all that is natural and wonderful c'mon i'm in 2nd gear at 2km phour HAVE MERCY"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of a sudden there's a scorpio a mile away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5) Here's the deal , a staright 5 km fucking road and im drivin slower than a snail and a scorpio is coming towards me from a mile away and my dad goes "STOPPPPPPPPPPPP! what the fuck is wrong with you???? You almost hit that other car on the road. You're crazy man. CRAZY i tell ya". Then after 22 min of a super duper lecture on how much you can torture you'r car by driving below zero speeds , the scorpio finally passes us with a safe distance of 10 feet. I was like WOW. Thats all i could say. Without my dad in the next seat driving is a breeze. With him i have no words to describe. I come back home and do chores for an hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6) Then i accidentally break a glass bottle full of mirchi which sets off my mom for an hour. I eat then i went to bed. Woke up at 445. A buddy came dropped off the new family guy season 6 dvd. Had some chicken snack then came back home then i vaguely remember anything at all and here iam typin away at 11 in the night. I know for sure i'm going to bunk tomorrow and watch the new simpsons movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7) Two disgusting fat lizards are making sweet sweet love on my fridge which i rudely interrupted for my ice cream. The night security guard who's supposed to protect us from murderers and rapists and thieves all night is sleepin like a rock. Dont care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;8)Huge bats with a 3 feet wing span are flying all over my ass on the terrace shitting their precious shit all over the place. Here's an interesting fact my 1st year physics sir was kind enough to share with us during our ultrasonics class, bats apparently eat and shit from their mouth and they dont have any assholes. Eat and crap from the same place. SO here's my rhetorical question. What would you call a bat's poo? (a) shit or crap (b) Vomit or puke.............???????????????????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;think about that for a moment.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-8872535938657981860?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/8872535938657981860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=8872535938657981860' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/8872535938657981860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/8872535938657981860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-sinnerman-where-you-gonna-run-2.html' title='Oh sinnerman where you gonna run 2?'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RqzUDtez0aI/AAAAAAAAADs/5S9EfbqYF3w/s72-c/insomniac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-5314347743141886286</id><published>2007-07-28T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T10:39:03.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just some lyrics that kick ass!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/Rqt-l9ez0ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/fcgIt5c0D88/s1600-h/music-notes1_jpg3a9330ca-9cce-4552-856c-8b9e453475bcLarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092302994296525202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 471px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/Rqt-l9ez0ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/fcgIt5c0D88/s320/music-notes1_jpg3a9330ca-9cce-4552-856c-8b9e453475bcLarge.jpg" width="413" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Songs, music, we all listen and sing along irrespective of many of us being different types of sadists. Whether you're a gem of a person or the nazi dictator himself one thing is for sure. You all love you'r own style of music and are proud of it. Music is a reflection of self. Something in music, something in the beat that makes us go wild, sometimes makes you wanna dance butt naked in the bus stop with not a care in the world. Don't kid yourself you all love some particular song you act as if you sang it and own it. All you people out there reading this right now occasionally but most definately, close their bedroom doors make sure no one is peeping and lip sync their ass off pretending to hold you'r comb as a mic and thousands of people yelling out for you while you sing that song along infront of the mirror or atleast head bang like crazy. All you bastards do it. I know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's how music makes us feel. Now there are thousands of genres and types of songs. Some songs you like for its beautiful tone no matter if the guy is saying repeatedly we just love it cause he keeps saying it, feels so good, while some have no beats whatsoever but the lyrics kick ass like eminem's just same one standard rhythm beat but the lyrics are god sent. It's what in a song that makes us feel the way we do. Love the feeling when metallica is played in my car (especially King nothing and enter sandman), while i love the coldplay's soothing music when i go to sleep or i reflect on things, at the same time i need punk rock early in the morning to jump start a day. If you can manage to keep sane and pleasantly happy for the first 2 hours you got up then rest assured your day will be almost shit free. Songs that have kick ass guitar and lyrics don't mean crap or the other way around they still ROCK. Sometimes i need order in my life and sometimes i need total mayhem chaos all around to let it all go. So here's a small part of my fav lyrics. Must haves. Download them if you can and listen to them. Who knows... you might love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;P.S : There are many many many many more but these are the things i'm listening to right now and so i'm posting them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Bittersweet : By Apocalyptica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m giving up the ghost of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the shadows cast on devotion &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is the one that I adore &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;creed of my silent suffocation &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break this bittersweet spell on me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lost in the arms of destiny &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bittersweet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won’t give up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m possessed by her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm bearing her cross&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's turned into my curse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break this bittersweet spell on me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lost in the arms of destiny &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bittersweet I want you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m only wanting you And I need you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m only needing you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Through the glass : By Stone Sour&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking at you through the glass &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't know how much time has passed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh God it feels like forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But no one ever tells you that forever feels like home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sitting all alone inside your head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you feel?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is the question But I forget you don't expect an easy answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When something like a soul becomes initialized&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And folded up like paper dolls and little notes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You can't expect a bit of hope&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So while you're outside looking in Describing what you seeRemember what you're staring at is me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How much is real? So much to question&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;An epidemic of the mannequins contaminating everything &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We thought came from the heart &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But never did right from the start &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just listen to the noises (Null and void instead of voices) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you tell yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just a different scene &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember it's just different from what you've seen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking at you through the glass Don't know how much time has passed And all I know is that it feels like forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's the stars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stars that shine for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's the stars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stars that lie to you, yeah ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's the stars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stars that shine for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it's the stars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The stars that lie to you, yeah ah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm looking at you through the glass...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;I Disappear : By Metallica&lt;/span&gt; (Its basically nothing but metal, but i like this particular part)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, hey, hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't no mercy, ain't no mercy there for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, hey, hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't no mercy, ain't no mercy there for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm pain, I'm hope, I'm suffer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yeah, hey, hey, hey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ain't no mercy, ain't no mercy there for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Do you bury me when I'm gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Do you teach me while I'm here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Just as soon as I belong, then it's time I disappear!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;Thin air : By Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a light, when my baby's in my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a light, when the window shades are drawn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hesitate when I feel I may do harm to her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wash it off cause this feeling we can share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know she's reached my heart in thin air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Byzantine is reflected in our pond.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a cloud, but the water remains calm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reaching in the suns fingers clutch the dawn to pass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even out, it's a precious thing to bear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know she's reached my heart in thin air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes I know she's reached my heart in thin air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's not in my past to presume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love can keep on moving in both directions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How to be happy and true is the quest we're taking on together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take it on, on, on, on, on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take it on, on, on, on, on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's a light when my baby's in my arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I know she's reached my heart in thin air.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes i know she's reached my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/3990330000452606257-5314347743141886286?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/5314347743141886286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=5314347743141886286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/5314347743141886286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/5314347743141886286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2007/07/just-some-lyrics-that-kick-ass.html' title='Just some lyrics that kick ass!'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/Rqt-l9ez0ZI/AAAAAAAAADk/fcgIt5c0D88/s72-c/music-notes1_jpg3a9330ca-9cce-4552-856c-8b9e453475bcLarge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-873267870611472712</id><published>2007-06-20T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T08:20:24.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHAIN LETTERS! not a big fan</title><content type='html'>Hello, my name is Alfonso Merkin. I am suffering from rare and deadly diseases, poor scores on final exams, lack of sexual activity, fear of being kidnapped and executed by anal electrocution, and guilt for not sending out 50 billion fucking forwards sent to me by people who actually believe that if you send them, that poor 6 year old girl in Arkansas with lung cancer brought on by second-hand smoke from the cigarettes smoked by the big bad men who kidnapped her and took pornographic pictures of her for use on their child pornography web site will get 6 fucking cents every time you send me the letter. Do you honestly believe that Bill Gates is going to give $1000 to you and everyone you send "his" message?How fucking stupid are you? Ooooh, looky here! If I scroll down this page and make a wish, I'll get laid by every Victoria's Secret model in the catalog! What a bunch of bullshit. So basically, this message is a big fuck YOU to all the people out there who have nothing better to do than to send me stupid chain mail forwards. Maybe the evil chain letter leprechauns will come into my apartment and sodomize me in my sleep for not continuing the chain which was started by Jesus in 5 A.D. and was brought to this country by midget pilgrims on the Mayflower and if it makes it to the year 2000, it'll be in the Guinness Book of World Records for longest continuous streak of blatant stupidity. Fuck them. If you're going to forward something, at least send something mildly amusing. I've seen all the "send this to 50 of your closest friends, and this poor, wretched excuse for a human being will somehow receive a nickel from some 'omniscient being'" forwards about 90 times. I don't fucking care. Show a little intelligence and think about what you're actually contributing to by sending out forwards. Chances are it's your own unpopularity.P.S. Please forward this to at least 50 of your best friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE FOUR BASIC TYPES OF CHAIN LETTERS:&lt;br /&gt;Chain Letter Type 1&lt;br /&gt; (scroll down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, go on and make one!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please, she'll never go out with you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish something else!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that, you pervert!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your finger getting tired yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOP!!!!Wasn't that fun?&lt;br /&gt;Hope you made a great wish. Now, to make you feel guilty, here's what I'll do. First of all, if you don't send this to 5096 people in the next 5 seconds, you will be raped by a mad goat and then thrown off a high building into a pile of manure. It's true! Because, THIS letter isn't like all of those fake ones, THIS one is TRUE!! Really!!! Here's how it goes:&lt;br /&gt;*Send this to 1 person: One person will be pissed off at you for sending them a stupid chain letter.&lt;br /&gt;*Send this to 2-5 people: 2-5 people will be pissed off at you for sending them a stupid chain letter.&lt;br /&gt;*Send this to 5-10 people: 5-10 people will be pissed off at you for sending them a stupid chain letter.&lt;br /&gt;*Send this to 10-20 people: 10-20 people will be pissed off at you for sending them a stupid chain letter.Thanks!!!! Good Luck!!!-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Chain Letter Type 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, and thank you for reading this letter. You see, there is a starving little boy in Baklaliviatatlaglooshen who has no arms, no legs, no parents, and no goats. This little boy's life could be saved, because for every time you pass this on, a dollar will be donated to the Little Starving Legless Armless Goatless Boy from Baklaliviatatlaglooshen Fund. Remember, we have no way of counting letters sent and this is all bull. So go on, reach out. Send this to 5 people in the next 47 seconds. Oh, and a reminder - if you accidentally send this to 4 or 6 people, you will die instantly. Thanks again!!-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain Letter Type 3&lt;br /&gt;Hi there!! This chain letter has been in existence since 1897. This is absolutely incredible because there was no email then and probably not as many little 8 year olds writing chain letters. So this is how it works. Pass this on to 15,067 people in the next 7 minutes or something horrible will happen to you like:Queer Horror&lt;br /&gt;Story #1 Miranda Pinsley was walking home from school on Saturday. She had recently recieved this letter and ignored it. She then tripped in a crack in the sidewalk, fell into the sewer, was gushed down a drainpipe in a flood of shit, and went flying out over a waterfall. Not only did she smell nasty, she died. This Could Happen To You!!!Queer Horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story #2 Dexter Bip, a 13 year old boy, got a chain letter in his mail and ignored it. Later that day, he was hit by a car and so was his boyfriend (hey, some people swing that way). They both died and went to hell. They continued to suffer in hell where they were both cursed to eat adorable kittens every day for eternity. This Could Happen To You!!!Remember, you could end up like Pinsley and Bip did. Just send this letter to all of your loser friends, and everything will be Ok.-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chain Letter Type 4&lt;br /&gt;As if you care, here is a poem that I wrote. Send it to every one of your friends.Friends&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who is always at your side,&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who likes you even though you smell like poop,&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who likes you even though you're disgustingly ugly,&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who cleans up for you after you've soiled yourself,&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who stays with you all night while you cry about your loser life,&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who pretends they like you when they really think you should be raped by a mad goat and then thrown to vicious dogs,&lt;br /&gt;A friend is someone who scrubs your toilet and vacuums and then gets the check and leaves and doesn't speak much English - no sorry that's the cleaning lady,&lt;br /&gt;A friend is not someone who sends you chain letters because he wants his wish of being rich to come true.Now pass this on! If you don't, you'll be eaten by wild mutts!-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. Now that we've covered and dumped on the four main types of chain letters, onto the ironic part. In order for this to get any popularity, send it on!!! If you don't think it was funny at all, don't bother, but otherwise forward this sucker to everyone you know!! If you don't, I don't care, but why not show this around? Take two minutes and forward it. Thanks! Remember, the moral of the story is, if you get a chain letter, ignore it. If it's a joke or something, send it, sure, but if it's gonna make people feel guilty (i.e. the willieless boy from Baklaliviatatlaglooshen) or nervous (i.e. Miranda Pinsley who ended up n a waterfall of turds) just delete it. Do yourself a favor, and everyone else in the world, and say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/Rnk_xoJcTQI/AAAAAAAAADc/V-P1Fz0pP5U/s1600-h/middle_finger_flame.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078160176660106498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px" height="185" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/Rnk_xoJcTQI/AAAAAAAAADc/V-P1Fz0pP5U/s320/middle_finger_flame.jpg" width="253" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CHAIN LETTERS!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-873267870611472712?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/873267870611472712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=873267870611472712' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/873267870611472712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/873267870611472712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2007/06/hello-my-name-is-alfonso-merkin.html' title='CHAIN LETTERS! not a big fan'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/Rnk_xoJcTQI/AAAAAAAAADc/V-P1Fz0pP5U/s72-c/middle_finger_flame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-1365680573965214810</id><published>2007-06-18T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T00:20:23.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>back 4m crap!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RneAY4JcTJI/AAAAAAAAACo/JQ-P84b1TsY/s1600-h/batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077668269760728210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RneAY4JcTJI/AAAAAAAAACo/JQ-P84b1TsY/s320/batman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gophergas.com/funstuff/spidergay.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hola ppl! Its been roughly 3 months since i posted anything here. so here iam. Ill give u a low down on what happened the past 3 months. exams came exams came exams came exams came , exams goin on and on and on and on and on and the heatwave followed like a stick up its rectum! But then something happened. something that i thought was impssible but it happened anyway. Exams were over and so was the heatwave. HOLY VISHNU! it was actually getting pleasent day by day. Like somebody removed two gigantic needles from eyes. Fell a lot better now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried for visa for the United States of Yamerica. Didnt get it. the white bitch that interviewed me probably thought i was a terrorist r someting but her lame excuse was ' I'm sorry sir but we arent sure you have strong ties to return back to you'r country" and handed a potential immmigrant and denial paper!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;WOW i just have a few things to say about that:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) 1stly BITCH plz ACTUALLY look at my credientials for once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Nobody's timing you'r interview nor is the list going to the Guinness book of records. Take more than 30 sec to finish it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) If you are gonna reject my visa THEN FOR WHAT THE HELL DID I STAND IN THE FUCKING HOT CHENNAI SUN FOR OVER 2 HOURS? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077669090099481794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="137" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RneBIoJcTMI/AAAAAAAAADA/8s7mhOgEFKw/s400/34025779.jpg" width="259" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thats that. Chennai was horrible. All the precious 2 and half kilos i gained so painfully over the summer wasted in 2 hours of standing inline and sweating it out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTE TO SELF : If ever a job offered in chennai DONOT TAKE IT!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got back home. Downloading movies faster than i can even watch them. Thats about it bascially. Life's gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coll starts in another 25 days. Our class will be comprimised of our New classmates(assholes) old classmates ( old assholes) and new psychotic lectureres ( even bigger assholes) and the princi (stupid asshole) and of course probably a new class. Cant wait to go( Big fat stupid lie).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watched spidy 3 yest. So how many ppl kno that spiderman is really peter parker. What are they stupid???? why cant they release it in the news? Well either way toby had a good time jumping from place to place like a donkey kssing hot HOT women upside down. Way 2 go u mutant freak!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RneAZIJcTKI/AAAAAAAAACw/XzjRDPGmKMM/s1600-h/Batman%2520Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077668274055695522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RneAZIJcTKI/AAAAAAAAACw/XzjRDPGmKMM/s320/Batman%2520Kiss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RneAZIJcTLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xd7RcqffvY4/s1600-h/batdog2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077668274055695538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RneAZIJcTLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/xd7RcqffvY4/s320/batdog2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same with superman. He puts on his glasses and wears his lingerie on the inside PRESTo he's clark. He wears it outside and removes his +10 sight glasses presto superman! Just simply amazing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077670941230386386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="115" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RneC0YJcTNI/AAAAAAAAADI/BWgG1jSU3zc/s400/web-undies_silk-superman-boxers_sm.jpg" width="166" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As usual politicians are stealing their asses off. Then they borrow stuff from world bank to keep the place together. Which they pay off the loan by increasing taxes. Which we pay. And round and round it goes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well the movies i did recomennd to watch are Blood Diamond( black dude's acting is awesome), Apolcalypto(thank god mel didnt involve jesus in this one. pretty good), An Inconvenient Truth( doc by AL gore former prez), and two more on my list a pursuit of happiness. still yet 2 catch that one and DIE HARD 4 live far or die hard or somethin. LOTSSSSSSOOOOOOOOOOOOOF explosives. FYI dont watch Next movie by nicolas cage. SUcks ass!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gophergas.com/funstuff/spidergay.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And for all you spidy freaks out there here is the real proof that spidy is indeed gay! check out the link &lt;a href="http://www.gophergas.com/funstuff/spidergay.htm"&gt;http://www.gophergas.com/funstuff/spidergay.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/3990330000452606257-1365680573965214810?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/1365680573965214810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=1365680573965214810' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/1365680573965214810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/1365680573965214810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-4m-crap.html' title='back 4m crap!'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RneAY4JcTJI/AAAAAAAAACo/JQ-P84b1TsY/s72-c/batman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-3094243403945300690</id><published>2007-02-25T07:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T08:36:25.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh my god. I'm leading such a damn random life that i realize &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;feb&lt;/span&gt; has only 28 days not 31 as usual month does. Stupid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;feb&lt;/span&gt; with only 28 days. Why the hell did they discriminate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;feb&lt;/span&gt; only? Needless to say i was shocked when i heard it was march lost 3 days without a warning. I totally lost track of date and time. And its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt; hot day by day. Its so hot that i rather microwave my face every 20 min so it beats the radiation coming 4m the sun. This is what my life is now. I wake up at 7(nowadays) then go to coll in a HELLHOLE bus crowded with assholes and your head could be near the driver while your ass would end up at the back of the bus magically. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dont&lt;/span&gt; ask me how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; possible. In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;RTC&lt;/span&gt; buses anything is possible. So i stand the whole 8&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;kms&lt;/span&gt;. FUCKING FUCKING huge traffic jams blowing smoke directly into my lungs(reason y i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; start smoking cause there's plenty of that coming for free). Eyes burn throat aches, legs ache an occasional &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;asswipe&lt;/span&gt; sneezes right in your eye and some guy directly shoots his armpit stench 4m his shirt into my nose all the way till college. All this with the sun shinning brightly. Then i reach a bus stop 15 min away from the coll gate so i walk on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;main road&lt;/span&gt;. To my left is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;cremetary&lt;/span&gt; and to my right is also a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;cremetary&lt;/span&gt; and a bunch of food stalls and in the middle its me and the traffic. Yet i walk like a man lost in a burning desert with the will to survive and move on. Reach my class sir/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;ma'm&lt;/span&gt; yells " get the fuck out or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; throw u out". So i loose 2 periods attendance the next period the sir yells 4 no reason. Lunch comes and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;everybody's&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;godamn&lt;/span&gt; scavenger hyenas tearing the food apart. Got no energy left to walk till the canteen so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;jus&lt;/span&gt; wade it out and the 3 period starts. Electronics usually so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; sleepy with all the heat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;prespiration&lt;/span&gt;. I beg water from my classmates and they show me the finger half the time. then the last period ends with a lot of yawning and drooling and cursing. With &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;occassional&lt;/span&gt; shit that happens in coll daily just makes it more worse. Then comes the long journey back home at 4. The ALL MIGHTY BRIGHT SUN WITH ALL ITS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;PENENTRATING&lt;/span&gt; RADIATION shines upon me with all its glory and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;curse&lt;/span&gt; it all along the 15 min walk to the bus stop. Then i climb another jacked off bus full of people and their overwhelming sweat at which point my nose stops working and all the nerve senses in my nostrils shutdown. All the pain senses also shutdown and i become numb with the 1hour 20 min tiring shitty shitty shitty ride back to my place where i come home and just fall down on my couch and watch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; till my parents arrive and shout at me for throwing my shoes here and there. I take a cold shower then just have some dinner and go to bed. SO in conclusion i did like to say &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SUMMER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;SUCKZ&lt;/span&gt; ASS! I HATE SUMMER! I HATE THE DAMN SUN! BLOODY GIANT GAS BALL ON FIRE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;FUCK YOU! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-3094243403945300690?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/3094243403945300690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=3094243403945300690' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/3094243403945300690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/3094243403945300690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2007/02/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-3179952730192852128</id><published>2007-02-25T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T03:20:09.389-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been a while since i put up a post. Here's what happened in the past twenty days in a nut shell. Exams came and went. As usual my over hyped total bullshit totally sold me out and i ended up gettin 5's and 6's out of 20. But so did many many other people from my class which made me a little happy. Apparently our Electrical Machines ma'm still doesn't know when to get out of the " quit being a bitch phase" and let me correct the papers liberally phase. So we get our marks. We frown for some time. The same old crap so continues the cycle of karma( what you do in the past semester really effects you in this one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's came and went. Hey didnt that guy valentine die with his love? and we celebrate that day. What a bunch of cruel heartless savages are we?&lt;br /&gt;Anyways i had a nice romantic dinner with some one really special that day. She's really hot. And she's sweet also. I'm not kidding thats what it says on her label. KISSAN tomato ketchup : &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hot&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sweet&lt;/span&gt;. After that there was a line of holidays which i dont remember at all. Totally blank! Then same ol shit till the month slowly dragged its ass all the way to 25th feb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yea one more important thing. I got glasses. Yup. Thought i would never wear them and my eyes were super human in nature but sadly god deprived me of this super awesome power. Why god why? Why? Now it looks like an underwear for my head! Well atleast i'm not blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well just had another weekend in misery and boredom. Monday again tomorrow. Why cant we all just live on the bora bora islands??? why cant we all be married to drew barrymore? why cant we all own a Bentley Continental GT car??? why cant the week follow as sunday, sunday, sunday tuesday, sunday, saturday, sunday, sunday, sunday? Why is koffee with karan such a gay gay show??? why is karan johar such a homo? One thing is for damn sure whoever said life is short is a drunken jackass as i came to life is the only bloody longest thing you'll ever do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hence every morning i start my day with Metallica's 4 horsemen then moving up2 megadeath and then coldplay. Make's your whole day worthwhile. Then catching up on some simpsons and heroes episodes basically raps it up. Guess ill go sleep now. Me and a couple of buddies spent all night playin gofish. Hems out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-3179952730192852128?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/3179952730192852128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=3179952730192852128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/3179952730192852128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/3179952730192852128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2007/02/its-been-while-since-i-put-up-post-here.html' title=''/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-2307317665906707967</id><published>2007-01-29T11:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T12:33:54.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singers compose songs, I Decompose em.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Project Decomposition started off at 1:15 Am on 30th feb. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I had nothing to do so today i officially started my long time fascination with decomposing songs. A note though. If you never heard these songs before do listen to them understand the lyrics and then read the following if you really wanna feel the punch line! And for all who do know there's more to come people this is just a warm up! Make no mistake i love some of these songs. Just having fun. Enjoy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRYAN ADAMS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song : Here I am&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am - this is me&lt;br /&gt;There's no where else on earth I'd rather pee&lt;br /&gt;Here I am - it's just me and you&lt;br /&gt;And tonight we make an ugly baby or two&lt;br /&gt;It's a new world - it's a new start&lt;br /&gt;It's New Mexico and it’s a 3rd world nation yaar&lt;br /&gt;It's a new day - it's a new plan&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for an hour&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Here we are - we've just begun&lt;br /&gt;And after all this time – I cant get her trouser button undone&lt;br /&gt;Ya here we are - still goin' strong&lt;br /&gt;Right here in her dads apartment underground&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Here I am - next to you&lt;br /&gt;And your dad is lying between me and you&lt;br /&gt;Here I am - where I'm gonna stay&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta pay rent and wash his underwear&lt;br /&gt;Here I am - this is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LINKIN PARK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Song : In The End&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It starts with)&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter how much you eat French fries&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind I designed this rhymeTo explain in due time&lt;br /&gt;All I know&lt;br /&gt;Toilet paper is a valuable thing&lt;br /&gt;Watch it fly by as some fat guy cleans his thing&lt;br /&gt;Watch him wipe it till the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;The clock ticks life away&lt;br /&gt;It’s so unreal&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t look down the shit hole&lt;br /&gt;Watching him fling the crap from his hole&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hold on but didn’t even know&lt;br /&gt;Wasted it all just to&lt;br /&gt;Watch a punk clean his bum&lt;br /&gt;I kept everything inside and even though I tried it all exploded out&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I tried TO FART&lt;br /&gt;And it got so sharp&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to fart&lt;br /&gt;To start it all&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even matter&lt;br /&gt;One thing I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter how much you love fries&lt;br /&gt;Keep that in mind I designed this diet&lt;br /&gt;To remind myself how&lt;br /&gt;Hippos are so godamn fat&lt;br /&gt;In spite of the way you were mocking me&lt;br /&gt;Acting like I was part of your fat auntie&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all the times you ate with me&lt;br /&gt;I’m surprised you got so fat&lt;br /&gt;Things aren’t the way they were before&lt;br /&gt;My ass cant fit on this toilet seat anymore&lt;br /&gt;Not that it did when I was 400 pounds&lt;br /&gt;But it all comes back to me&lt;br /&gt;In the end&lt;br /&gt;You kept everything inside and even though I tried it all exploded out&lt;br /&gt;What it meant to me will eventually be a memory of a time when I had TO FART&lt;br /&gt;And it sounded so harsh&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;I had to pass gas&lt;br /&gt;To free my ass&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;br /&gt;I've put my shit in you&lt;br /&gt;Pushed as hard as I can go&lt;br /&gt;For all this&lt;br /&gt;There’s only one thing you should know&lt;br /&gt;I tried so hard&lt;br /&gt;And you haven’t flushed the crap so far&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t even matter&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-2307317665906707967?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/2307317665906707967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=2307317665906707967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/2307317665906707967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/2307317665906707967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2007/01/singers-compose-songs-i-decompose-em.html' title='Singers compose songs, I Decompose em.'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-7589216733768307446</id><published>2007-01-24T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T09:26:14.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its amazing what your mind can think about when you're lonely sitting in your bedroom and staring at the ceiling. You wouldn't believe half the stuff that crept into my mind. I was supposed to be asleep with the sinus block and a damn pricking headache. I slept like the whole day and couldn't sleep any more. I was so dazed out and for a moment didnt know where i was. Just laying on the bed all kinds of thoughts flew while my mind was like an open door. Forget it. I had no door at all. No control on my thoughts whatsoever. I wanted it to stop but couldn't. I didnt know what time it was. Whether it was still 6 in the morning or 12 in the noon. didn't care. Any moment i was expecting my mom to barge inside my room shouting how crappy my bedroom gets every week. It's as clean as an empty room on every monday and by saturday its as messy as afganisthan. To my suprise i didnt hear anybody and frankly after a lot of time i liked all the silence. So i just lay there letting my brain go crazy. You wouldn't believe the random thoughts i had. I just wanted to sleep more. I dont know if it was a dream that i had, or whether an idea but i was hoping when i would wake up i'did be on the shore of a beautiful beach with sparkling sand,not a rainy cloud in the sky and soft pebbles and crystal blue water with not a soul in sight and the sea as far as the eye could see. Just me, only me and no one else.I could lay there looking at the sun dip and rise out of the sea for ever. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RbpIXqJrwZI/AAAAAAAAABI/KTvqMFN-HL8/s1600-h/blue-water-beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024407905574306194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RbpIXqJrwZI/AAAAAAAAABI/KTvqMFN-HL8/s320/blue-water-beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing mattered at that point. I was a guy with not a care in the world. Imaganing that i was relaxed and happy for a moment. This little hallucinated dream i had made me think when i was momentarily happy the last time? It was when my mom and dad were shopping at food world. It was chilly as hell around 12c and it was windy. I finished dumping all the groceries in the trunk of my car except one. we were driving back to the house when dad kept the heater on, i held in my hand a snickers bar. I took a big bite out of it and heard my self say " life's sweet". That was 2 years ago. I was suprised that i could still remember that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every one of my friends whom i either text message on the mobile or i chat with on the internet had only one word to say " Bored". I'm so sick of that word hearing it come out of my mouth and everybody else's every min of every hour of every day. Its lame but i'm slowly getting used to being bored. Life's just not interesting anymore. You can argue and speculate all you want. If your thinking of giving me a lecture on how its not and how to appreciate life.Please do keep that kind of shit to yourself. You're not fooling anybody. I began to wonder when was the last time i felt alive? No! i'm not depressed, i'm not sad, i'm not miserable, i'm not on a road to self destruction or psychopathic pattern. I'm Just Wondering. May be it's time you wondered too? When was the last time you felt alive?C'mon people it wouldn't hurt you to answer my question. I did really like to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU FELT ALIVE?&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/3990330000452606257-7589216733768307446?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/7589216733768307446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=7589216733768307446' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/7589216733768307446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/7589216733768307446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2007/01/its-amazing-what-your-mind-can-think.html' title=''/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RbpIXqJrwZI/AAAAAAAAABI/KTvqMFN-HL8/s72-c/blue-water-beach.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-2402328770822890258</id><published>2007-01-14T06:21:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T10:22:04.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>zoo = diseased animals and people. Just like my life!</title><content type='html'>My first post this year. I should have known better when the new year starts there’ll be hell to pay with the results out and everything. It keeps getting better and better, like an alloy of new shit and old shit. Before I say anything, let me start of with this saying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;“ when everything’s going your way, you’re in the wrong lane”!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Me and pangavani got so depressed, dejected, miserable and quite simply bored that we arranged to meet somewhere and just climb a bus and see where it goes. So being a festival today I didn’t care just woke up at 10 and got out of the house by 1230. This is the actual phone conversation as far as I can remember it, this is how it went&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Karthik :&lt;/span&gt; Hey man. Aim totally bored and depressed. Just have to get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; Yeah. I feel like shit. Cant stay in this hole anymore. Hey dude listen up I have a GREAT plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Karthik :&lt;/span&gt; what?&lt;br /&gt;Me : How about we meet around 12:30 and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Karthik :&lt;/span&gt; And…………..( with unsurpassable excitement as if I just told him that I found the holy grail’s whereabouts)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Me :&lt;/span&gt; We’ll go to the Zoo! ( with extreme content)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Karthik :&lt;/span&gt; ???………( super sense of shock setting in) !@#$%^&amp;*()_+{}:”&gt;? ( a couple of minutes of swearing and he finally agrees)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear to you, today I climbed almost 16 to 17 buses. We first went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;koti&lt;/span&gt; and then took a bus to     ( I really don’t know where that bus goes but the zoo’s in the middle) and stop at the zoo. Now, at this point I choose the zoo park as I wanted to get away from all the city’s people and all the bull shit and was kind of hoping there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wouldn&lt;/span&gt;’t be much people. Basically I wanted to run away from everything for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; while and he felt the same too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my utter dismay there lay thousands of people. Endless lines and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;hurdes&lt;/span&gt; of small, stinky, smelly, shouting kids, high on sugar and sweets, dancing and prancing all around the fucking place as if the world is their play ground! All of them wearing fake plastic 5 bucks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ke&lt;/span&gt; shades and their parents wearing one of those “99 bucks imported sun glasses” stores you see on every main road these days. I thought to myself “ Like parents like kids”. Then it hit me “ it’s a Sunday”. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Karthik&lt;/span&gt; looked at me like he wanted to kill me. His exact words were “ what the fuck is with these kids, don’t they have school? I hate you man!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get inside the zoo. The aquarium was closed and sealed maybe cause all the fish are dead due to swimming all the time or may be cause the the zoo guys used tank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;bund's&lt;/span&gt; water for the aquarium. Then we saw the tortoises. I loved them. Lazy, fat, huge, over 150 years old. Then we got to the monkeys. They were all forced in a crappy tiny island about 40 feet in radius. Then I actually saw the red butt baboons mating! The funniest thing I have seen this year. Had two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;pepsi&lt;/span&gt;’s and 5 oil samosas for lunch and pointing to the small train that tours the entire zoo and started laughing and abusing all aboard the train. At one point we were so lost that we had to call a friend in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;chennai&lt;/span&gt; to find out where the food courts were!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to get away today. Don’t know why but felt so lost and so alone. It feels like we are going no where in life.I’ll admit that I was very depressed. I knew that if i didnt go anywhere, it would have adverse and profound implications on my life today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just talked most of the time and joked for a little while. Then we started receiving threatening calls from our dads and we had to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things I have witnessed :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A parent helping her 3 year old kid shit right near the “ parrots cage”&lt;br /&gt;2) People throwing bread &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;crums&lt;/span&gt; and rocks to agitate the white tiger.&lt;br /&gt;3) People trying to feed the monkeys even though there was explicitly a sign stating “ DO NOT FEED THE ANIMALS”. Bunch of fucking redneck retards is all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;4) Baboons humping and acting horny.&lt;br /&gt;5) Rhinos and hippo’s conspiring and calculating the enough velocity and acceleration required to jump off the railing and go on a murder rampage.&lt;br /&gt;6) Tons and tons of children screaming and crying and asking for their mommies to carry them.&lt;br /&gt;7) A bunch of school idiots who came all the way from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dilshuknagar&lt;/span&gt; to the zoo just to play cricket and they bought only one ball that fell into the alligators enclosure.&lt;br /&gt;8) More and more kids creaming their ass off! I HATE KIDS!&lt;br /&gt;9) A bunch of really sick lions with the words “ please kill me and stop the suffering” literally written on their foreheads. Poor things looked very diseased.&lt;br /&gt;10) Wherever there were food courts there were toilets attached right next to them. Its like “ Eat here, shit there!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-2402328770822890258?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/2402328770822890258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=2402328770822890258' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/2402328770822890258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/2402328770822890258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2007/01/zoo-diseased-animals-and-people-just_14.html' title='zoo = diseased animals and people. Just like my life!'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-7592282099614875671</id><published>2007-01-14T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T05:38:25.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The ant and the grasshopper!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I got this in a fwd mail. Its so damn true and i hade to paste it here. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;OLD VERSION...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant works hard in the withering heat all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;summerlong&lt;/span&gt; building his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;houseand&lt;/span&gt; laying up supplies for the winter. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;grasshopperthinks&lt;/span&gt; the ant's a fool and laughs &amp; dances &amp;amp; plays the summer away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Comewinter&lt;/span&gt;, the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;orshelter&lt;/span&gt; so he dies out &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;inthe&lt;/span&gt; cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*MODERN VERSION*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ant works hard in the withering heat all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;summerlong&lt;/span&gt;, building his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;houseand&lt;/span&gt; laying up supplies for the winter. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;grasshopperthinks&lt;/span&gt; the ant's a fool and laughs &amp; dances &amp;amp; plays the summer away. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Comewinter&lt;/span&gt;, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;shiveringgrasshopper&lt;/span&gt; calls a press conference and demands &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;toknow&lt;/span&gt; why the ant &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;shouldbe&lt;/span&gt; allowed to be warm and well fed while others &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;arecold&lt;/span&gt; and starving. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;NDTV&lt;/span&gt;, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;theshivering&lt;/span&gt; grasshopper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nextto&lt;/span&gt; a video of the ant in his comfortable home with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;atable&lt;/span&gt; filled with food.The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;canthis&lt;/span&gt; be that this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Arundhati&lt;/span&gt; Roy stages a demonstration in front of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;theant's&lt;/span&gt; house. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;MedhaPatkar&lt;/span&gt; goes on a fast along with other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;grasshoppersdemanding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thatgrasshoppers&lt;/span&gt; be relocated to warmer climates &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;duringwinter&lt;/span&gt;. Amnesty International and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Koffi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Annan&lt;/span&gt; criticize the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;IndianGovernment&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;notupholding&lt;/span&gt; the fundamental rights of the grasshopper.The Internet is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;floodedwith&lt;/span&gt; online petitions seeking support to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thegrasshopper&lt;/span&gt; (many promising Heaven and Everlasting Peace for prompt support &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;asagainst&lt;/span&gt; the wrath of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Godfor&lt;/span&gt; non-compliance). Opposition &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;MP's&lt;/span&gt; stage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;awalkout&lt;/span&gt;.Left parties call for"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Bharat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Bandh&lt;/span&gt;" in West Bengal and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Kerala&lt;/span&gt; demanding &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;aJudicial&lt;/span&gt; Enquiry.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;CPM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;inKerala&lt;/span&gt; immediately passes a law preventing Ants &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;fromworking&lt;/span&gt; hard in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;theheat&lt;/span&gt; so as to bring about equality of poverty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;amongants&lt;/span&gt; and grasshoppers.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Lalu&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Prasad&lt;/span&gt; allocates one free coach to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Grasshopperson&lt;/span&gt; all Indian Railway Trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Rath&lt;/span&gt;'.Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Preventionof&lt;/span&gt; Terrorism &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;AgainstGrasshoppers&lt;/span&gt; Act [&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;POTAGA&lt;/span&gt;]", with effect from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;thebeginning&lt;/span&gt; of the winter. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Arjun&lt;/span&gt; Singh makes Special Reservation for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;GrassHopper&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;educationalInsititutions&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; in Govt Services.The ant is fined for failing to comply with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;POTAGAand&lt;/span&gt;, having nothing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;leftto&lt;/span&gt; pay his retroactive taxes, his home is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;confiscatedby&lt;/span&gt; the Government and handed over to the grasshopper in a ceremony &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;coveredby&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;NDTV&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Arundhati&lt;/span&gt; Roy calls it "a triumph of justice". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Lalucalls&lt;/span&gt; it '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;SocialisticJustice&lt;/span&gt;'. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;CPM&lt;/span&gt; calls it the 'revolutionary &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;resurgenceof&lt;/span&gt; the downtrodden' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Koffi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Annan&lt;/span&gt; invites the grasshopper to address the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;UNGeneral&lt;/span&gt; Assembly. *Many years later...The ant has since migrated to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;theUS&lt;/span&gt; and set up a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;multibillion&lt;/span&gt; dollar company in silicon valley.100s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ofgrasshoppers&lt;/span&gt; still die of starvation despite reservation somewhere in India**... **As a result loosing lot of hard working ants &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;andfeeding&lt;/span&gt; the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;grasshoppersIndia&lt;/span&gt; is still a developing country......*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-7592282099614875671?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/7592282099614875671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=7592282099614875671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/7592282099614875671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/7592282099614875671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2007/01/ant-and-grasshopper.html' title='The ant and the grasshopper!'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-1256000939385972636</id><published>2006-12-28T05:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T06:02:56.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish you a happy happy............nah fuck it!</title><content type='html'>Here's to another crappy new year!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you romans for inventing the calender. Loads of crap 2 face in this year.&lt;br /&gt;Cheers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-1256000939385972636?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/1256000939385972636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=1256000939385972636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/1256000939385972636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/1256000939385972636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2006/12/wish-you-happynah-fuck-it.html' title='Wish you a happy happy............nah fuck it!'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-4699179286850180582</id><published>2006-12-28T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T08:39:28.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>angels, 6 feet under</title><content type='html'>Today in Noida a place between UP and Delhi, A most shocking and outright sick incident took place. The local people and cops dug up skeletal and decomposed remains of 38 children. These children were kidnapped in Delhi and surrounding areas one year ago and were all bought to a house and sexually abused, killed, and were cut into pieces and then were buried in the backyard of that house. This is truly one of the most violent and ferocious acts of serial killings this country has ever witnessed. Aim fighting back my tears as I watch this news flash since afternoon. They were little boys and girls aged from 3 years to 11 years. Some sick and perverted man called Satish and mohinder, who owned the house, apparently lured children and kidnapped them. This was going on for over a year in that house. The bastard confessed to the crime and was arrested yesterday itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all remember the story of ananth, for those who don’t, he’s the Son of the president of Adobe CEO, who was kidnapped 2 months ago or something. He was released in 2 days due to the pressure put by police and higher officials to save him. The police did their job efficiently and the culprit was found and arrested and they returned anath safely to his home and his worried parents. In two days, they found him. Surprised how the police got him so easily? I’ll tell how they did it. Our police has the potential to do so. And in this case they did because the kid belonged to a rich president of a s/w company. What about those missing 38 children or more. All of the same age as ananth or your kid sister or brother or your nephew? The parents complained to the police as soon as they went missing. No action was taken. No FIR (First Information Report) registered. Basically they didn’t give a shit what happened to all the kids. That bastard isn’t responsible for their murders entirely, it’s the authorities fault too. They didn’t care as most of the children’s parents were laborers, or below the poverty line. They don’t have any influence to get things done. Police were their only hope. I say whatever punishment the culprit gets (and I hope ever so much he gets the noose) the police and higher officials who were involved in their recklessness and inefficiency SHOULD SHARE THE PUNISHMENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money is the DEAD RIGHT ANSWER. It’s simple. If you’re rich and powerful things will happen for you. In this country that’s how it works. People will wash your feet with rose water, they’ll be more than happy to wipe your ass with their face, and ANYTHING absolutely anything can be done if you have money. Hell if they could, the damn politicians would have sold this country to the highest bidder long ago. The Government is solely responsible for this act! I hate my government. Each term it’s the same thing. We elect a new party, a new government every term just to see whether they can make us a bigger fool than the previous government! THE SYSTEM SUCKS! Please STOP eating money and just think for once what you are doing? &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STOP FUCKING UP MY COUNTRY!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What scares me the most is that was just ONE house, in ONE colony in ONE city in ONE state. We have absolutely no idea about the hundreds of children burred deep in some backyard of a psychopath’s sick mansion of horror! Who knows? It could be your very own neighbor. Who’s to say? Just thinking about that makes me sick. Imagine what the parents could be going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were the judge in this case, I order him to be repeatedly raped by a deranged horny elephant 28 times and then cut him into pieces and bury him in his own backyard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did the children do to deserve such a ghastly death? They didn’t get to experience life. They were scapegoats just to satisfy one sick and twisted person. How inhuman can a human get? Sure, this news will get old in a week or a month. It'll be replaced by some model who had a wardrobe malfunction in a prestigious fashion show.Everybody forgets. Thats life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations god, your children first learned to kill each other for money or power, now they have reached new heights by killing themselves just for the heck of it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-4699179286850180582?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/4699179286850180582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=4699179286850180582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/4699179286850180582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/4699179286850180582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2006/12/angels-6-feet-under.html' title='angels, 6 feet under'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-2431321377460698197</id><published>2006-12-27T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T04:08:24.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FACTS OF LIFE &amp; THINGS I WONDER ABOUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Caution: These facts have been obtained by constant observation of my life and others. You would agree with me as most of them are true. Some of these facts have also been borrowed/ copied or I just made them up. Either way they made me laugh, and I don’t care a damn if you read it somewhere else on a website. No one likes a smart ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) No one dies a virgin. Life fucks everyone.&lt;br /&gt;2) Most of the lecturers in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Engg&lt;/span&gt; don’t know what they are teaching half the time. And the other half of the time, none of us are listening.&lt;br /&gt;3) Don't work. Working is for suckers. Be a CEO if you can, they never do anything.&lt;br /&gt;4) All children when they are 8 years old want to be astronauts and some weirdo’s want to be dentists.&lt;br /&gt;5) 30% of all couples in Europe engage in wife swapping with their neighbors. No, not the fat couples the good looking ones.&lt;br /&gt;6) Statistics show that 90%of all statistics are made up, including this one.&lt;br /&gt;7) Hell is already on earth. It’s called Afghanistan. Satan is already on earth. He’s known as George Bush.&lt;br /&gt;8) 50% of the Americans agree bush is a re- incarnation of Hitler.&lt;br /&gt;9) We live in a country where sex is viewed as a taboo. Yet, right as I type this very sentence 10000 people are doing it right now. In case of china 20000 people are doing it!&lt;br /&gt;10) TIBET will never be freed.&lt;br /&gt;11) The Clown in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; Donald’s “Ronald &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Mc&lt;/span&gt; Donald” is really sick with a dysfunctional liver syndrome due to excessive drinking and alcohol poising because of all the demonic children he served during the years. He’s expected to die in a week.&lt;br /&gt;12) At 5 months old, any baby can float or rather swim in the water. They kick instinctively. At 56 years all politicians in India are richer than Michael Jackson.&lt;br /&gt;13) Michael Jackson has 18 different noses in his wardrobe. One for winter, one for spring, and one for the Grammy awards so on……&lt;br /&gt;14) At present India has 3 biggest problems.&lt;br /&gt;(a) Population (b) Corruption (c) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Laloo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Prasad&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Yadaav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15) Smoking is injurious to your health. Farting is injurious to our health.&lt;br /&gt;16) All the people in the world at some point in their lives search for the meaning of life. There is no meaning to life. That’s just a dumb question.&lt;br /&gt;17) According to all the religious scriptures, since the dawn of man god has walked the earth at least 6, 87,527 times. You and I could be one of them.&lt;br /&gt;18) The guy who played Barney the purple dinosaur was shot in the spine with a sawed off double barrel shotgun by a couple of punks who hated him.&lt;br /&gt;19) According to my sources India and Pakistan have combined their forces and formed a special committee. Its only main and single purpose is to seek &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ekta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kapoor&lt;/span&gt; and kill her. ( for all of you who don’t know her, just see all the soaps your mom’s been watching from 6 to 10 in the night on star plus)&lt;br /&gt;20) A scientific study showed that the human race will very well wipe itself out of existence in about 200 hundred years. I’ll give us 50 years tops now that they are making a sequel of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;kal&lt;/span&gt; ho &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; ho.&lt;br /&gt;21) Newton amazingly came back to life for a couple of minutes yesterday and gave a press interview stating that all of his laws are totally crappy, unworthy, baseless and they don’t really work after watching &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;rajnikanth&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;balakrishna&lt;/span&gt; do their stuff!&lt;br /&gt;22) All students hate wars. Every time there’s a war there’s a new chapter in the history textbook. THANKS A *#$%^~ LOT BUSH!&lt;br /&gt;23) North Korea hates South Korea, South Korea hates North Korea.&lt;br /&gt;24) Most of the math professors in India are south Indians. All of them are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Srinivasans&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;25) The only way to become rich in a European country is to be either an actor, hubby/wife of a wealthy tycoon or sue some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;multi&lt;/span&gt; national corporation. In India the easiest way to richness is to be a politician, traffic cop, 2 grade mafia rowdy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sheeter&lt;/span&gt;, or a fake swami claiming to have all the answers to life’s questions.&lt;br /&gt;26) I Love My Country. I Hate my Government.&lt;br /&gt;27) After the Constant Evolution of Species and Mammals, nature has finally produced us. The most intellectually intelligent, self thinking capable species of this planet. We are the best of the best nature has to offer. Yet we pee right beside the public toilets and listen to backstreet boys and we absolutely need to have 18 songs in every one of our movies.&lt;br /&gt;28) The phrase “that’s hot” is officially trademarked by Paris Hilton. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t know we could do that. Hence aim officially trade marking “That’s Bullshit”. Yup, it’s my sentence you can’t use it.&lt;br /&gt;29) Most of the Indians as far I as I know believed that the right hand is for eating while the left hand is for washing your ass. There’s racial discrimination for you right there.&lt;br /&gt;30) All watchmen in India are Nepalese. It’s like we have a whole country to supply us with watchmen. Thank you Nepal.&lt;br /&gt;31) Integration and differentiation are the two most stupidest things in math. I never got them till now and aim in my 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sem&lt;/span&gt; graduation. I am Simply amazed by how far I came without knowing them.&lt;br /&gt;32) Out of the 3&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lakh&lt;/span&gt; students who write intermediate every year almost 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lakh&lt;/span&gt; twenty thousand score above 93% in their intermediate percentage by by-hearting everything. You &amp;amp; I both know most of them will become either waiters or kidnappers. Why study?&lt;br /&gt;33) All call centre employees hate their lives from all the abuse they have to deal with everyday and can only shut up and listen. I call &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;airtel&lt;/span&gt; customer care once every week to take out all my hectic weeks frustration and anger on them.&lt;br /&gt;34) Australia is actually was a place where the UK dumped all its convicts way back in 1890. So every Australian’s father or mother or grandparents were either murderers or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;supari&lt;/span&gt; killers.&lt;br /&gt;35) Mel Gibson hates Jews. According to him dinosaurs were wiped out 65 million years ago by Jews and not by a meteorite.&lt;br /&gt;36) The most intelligent people on this planet are Indians and Japanese. The most boring people on this planet are citizens of Istanbul and Ukraine’s.&lt;br /&gt;37) People will believe anything if you say Benjamin Franklin though of it first. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Atleast&lt;/span&gt; Americans do.&lt;br /&gt;38) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Osama&lt;/span&gt; Bin Laden has 28 wives. You could be the 29&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;39) Don’t drink water, fish fucks in it.&lt;br /&gt;40) Why is it called “after dark” when it really is “after light”?&lt;br /&gt;41) According to string theory there’s one in a billion chance of traveling in another parallel universe by simply bumping yourself into a wall. You might just walk through it at once.&lt;br /&gt;42) You know you’re a south Indian when u shout loudly on the phone when you get long distance calls. The farther the country the louder you scream.&lt;br /&gt;43) Tamilians are everywhere. All around us.&lt;br /&gt;44) If a tigers and lions belong to the same species of cats and they can mate creating hybrids then why cant humans and chimps that also come under “primates”, mate to create hybrids. Imagine what a hairy software geeks we could be. Wanna give it a try?&lt;br /&gt;45) The term “life’s a Bitch” has been officially changed to “life’s a whore” since 2002.&lt;br /&gt;46) Most people don’t know the following things.&lt;br /&gt;(a) Tomato’s a fruit not a vegetable.&lt;br /&gt;(b) If you’re living in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;medhipatnam&lt;/span&gt; your life’s a living hell&lt;br /&gt;(c) You’re actually adopted, and you’re a Jamaican and your real name was &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;chupacabra ranakundra&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;47) The word “fuck” was first used by Marie curie when she discovered radium and later found out that she was exposed to radiation all this time since she discovered the damn thing. It was said something like this “OH FUCK! And all this time I used it as a chewing gum”&lt;br /&gt;48) If you are born in Ireland and you were 14 years old, by now,18% of your body weight is pure alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;49) In ancient china it’s was a custom to eat other people’s guts and vomits. No wonder Genghis Khan was a barbarian.&lt;/div&gt;50) All &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;blondes&lt;/span&gt; by birth are stupid. It’s not their fault. All Russians by birth are ugly. It’s not their fault. All Jamaicans are color blind. It’s their parents fault. All Japanese people have skin ailments and cancers. It’s the Americans fault for nuking them in Hiroshima. All French people are gay. It’s not their fault it’s their language. Most Americans are fat and lazy. It’s our fault, we do most of their work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more to come inanother post.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-2431321377460698197?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/2431321377460698197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=2431321377460698197' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/2431321377460698197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/2431321377460698197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2006/12/facts-of-life-things-i-wonder-about.html' title='FACTS OF LIFE &amp; THINGS I WONDER ABOUT!'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-2729267933235191761</id><published>2006-12-21T04:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T05:02:59.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roadtrip to ruins</title><content type='html'>It was like any other day I was just watchin tv on sat at 12 and all of a sudden its 3 in the evening and aim on my way to kurnool or nellore(really didn’t know where I was going till I got there, like I cared). Anywho the basic plan mom had some work and once that was done we gotta see the ruined old empire of vigaynagar samraj! Pretty good architectural skills I gotta say! Buliding extremely hard creations way on top of hills no one can reach! I didn’t quite understand the purpose of going through all that trouble. Krishna deva rai had like a palace for everything! I mean everything! One for taking a bath! One for drying yourself! One for eating! One for shitting! Sure,I mean its not like he built it himself! Thousands of people built it for him after being whipped on their spines forcing them to do it!&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed that one part, but what I hate about going on trips with my parents are they practically wanna visit every temple in the vicinity of 500 skms in one day! Get all the punyam you can get in a day offer or something! I hate that! I always hated that! Aren’t vacations all about kicking back and relaxing??&lt;br /&gt;The real fun part was when we got to kurnool! There are only two means of entertainment there! One is to see cows and buffalos shit all around the road all over the place! That’s right! You heard me people pay good money to see domestic animals shitting everywhere! And coming to the other means of entertainment is porn movies! That’s right too! Porn movies! I was in the car just looking around and couldn’t help but laugh like crazy with the movie titles! For your better understanding I’ll write the name in telugu and translate in eng!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) E Ammaye ke 16e :&lt;br /&gt;Translation : This girl’s only 16. And the ‘e’ after the 16 is for “only”! These guys should be arrested and beaten everyday with wrenches and potatoes, and should be made to spend half their life for making and watching underage porn. When will our people reliaze what’s illegal and what’s not! As if porn wasn’t enough now its underage porn! For all who are reading this please don’t entertain child pornography! Its sick, twisted and demeaning to all children!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2) Andala Bhama :&lt;br /&gt;Translation : Beautiful babe! Lik hell! Trust me! She’s not beautiful, and she’s definitely NOT a babe! What was the director thinking? NO no wait a sec, what was the censor board thinking? At this point I was practically falling out of the window laughing my head off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3) kaluthuna prema :&lt;br /&gt;Translation : Burning Love! What in the hell is burning love?? She poured kerosene all over the guy and set him on fire or wut? 2 words eeew, groooos! This poster though really really made me puke and laugh simultaneously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when I saw the next movie title ( not porn ) I knew it was time 2 die! Any guesses what it was?&lt;br /&gt;RAKTHA SAMBHANDHAM!!!!!! I was like holy hell!! No way! The title it self suggested so much of crap encrypted in the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the outset my dad got sick of metallica, incubus and coldplay played over and over again!! For him its all noise! I succeeded in calling room service a thousand times and complaining about how the room sucks jus 4 fun! Dats my Christmas present to them! MERRY XMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reached home! Hungry, sick and miserable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THINGS I HAVE LEARNT TODAY :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Dogs love to attempt suicide on national highways!&lt;br /&gt;2) All stray dogs are dumb and stupid!&lt;br /&gt;3) Cows absolutely LOVE 2 shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-2729267933235191761?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/2729267933235191761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=2729267933235191761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/2729267933235191761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/2729267933235191761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2006/12/roadtrip-to-ruins.html' title='roadtrip to ruins'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-6834986639572799722</id><published>2006-12-21T04:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T05:00:35.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEMINST AGENDA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RY_LV3b6MFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oIMCKy7eRuM/s1600-h/feminazi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012448486805352530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RY_LV3b6MFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oIMCKy7eRuM/s200/feminazi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a recent interview in CNN news channel there was this female right activist. She was screaming on top of her voice about about how equality should be established in every mode. Gender refernces should be equally distributed! I hope this will make people like her shut up!&lt;br /&gt;Why do so many women insist on carrying out this war against men? Absolute gender equality isn't going to happen; we have gender equality now. Even if in a million years, men and women somehow made this unrealistic ideal happen, there will always be a sexual distinction between men and women causing some sort of inequality (if only on the level of basic physical needs). Or should I say women and men, as not to imply a male superiority? Why the hell should people go out of their way to be politically correct and use this "he/she" nonsense so a few chicks with language complexes won't be offended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's to say what's offensive anyway? Just because a few feminist extremists think that something's offensive, does the whole society have to change their way of doing things? I don't want mother nature being called mother nature anymore, but rather father nature. I don't want ships to be referred to as female anymore, but rather male. The phrase "she's a good ship" offends me. I don't want liberty to be a lady. Why does it have to be lady liberty? Why do people say "she's beautiful" when referring to cars? Why not he? Who cares? It's just the way things have always been. It's not meant to be offensive, so why doesn't the offended party pull their head out of their ass, and stop bitching about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feminism is in a lot of ways like fascism. Your average Fascist will disregard any scientific argument unless the conclusion supports his existing belief. The ideology comes first and the Fascist looks for anything to back it up, no matter how trivial, unreliable or discredited. Much like today's feminists and their ideology. Fascists attempt to rationalize their beliefs and portray them as truth by twisting the facts. A fascist might, for example, cast blame for unemployment and work discontent on immigrants "stealing" their jobs. Feminists similarly cast blame for women's lower average pay onto another party (men). Both feminists and fascists are quick to cast blame on someone else for anything that goes wrong in their lives. Most feminists seem to conform to feminist stereotypes. I can usually pick out a feminist in a crowd of women. She'll usually have short hair, regular pants, a regular shirt, and an unbathed look; she'll look very much like a stereotypical guy. I think why a feminist might appear like this is to make a statement that "if men can do it and be accepted, then women should be able to".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically no one cares about feminsts! Its all in their head! History will always be "his" story never "her" story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THINGS I’VE LEARNT TODAY :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) A group of feminazis are getting prepared to assassinate me!&lt;br /&gt;2) If I die in thenext week, you know whom to blame!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-6834986639572799722?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/6834986639572799722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=6834986639572799722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/6834986639572799722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/6834986639572799722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2006/12/feminst-agenda.html' title='FEMINST AGENDA!!!'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RY_LV3b6MFI/AAAAAAAAAA8/oIMCKy7eRuM/s72-c/feminazi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-5717192486448959357</id><published>2006-12-21T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T05:12:30.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>all apologizes r requested to be crammed in their respective holes!</title><content type='html'>We sweat and toil, burn the midnight oil,(ok i admit i study 2 days b4 the exam,ok ok....... 1 day) but still we do study like crazy and all the goddamn papers come totally unexpected. All day the sir's were lik aim sorry the paper came like crap...i didnt expect that! but its alrite i know u'll all clear it! WRONG FUCKHEAD!!!!! i wont clear it! i'll have 2 work my ass off again at the end of the sem. Man now they are like like refer these 15 text books of 8000 pages for this unit as unexpected questions might come like&lt;br /&gt;1) What's my 4th wives cousins name?&lt;br /&gt;2) Why does Network Theorey suck so bad?&lt;br /&gt;3) Whats my shoe size?&lt;br /&gt;So sick.....and we didnt even have proper vacations btw both the sem's, i mean if u call 'a' sunday as a proper vacation! You have no clue how badly i wanted to run up the stage and choke dat ass using his beard! Totaly stressed out! have 2 sleep! hems out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE THING I'VE LEARNT TODAY : Eternal damnation in hell is probably the next best thing to 100 minutes of NT lecture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-5717192486448959357?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/5717192486448959357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=5717192486448959357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/5717192486448959357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/5717192486448959357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-apologizes-r-requested-to-be.html' title='all apologizes r requested to be crammed in their respective holes!'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-5263707127109491240</id><published>2006-12-19T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T08:38:56.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Each day is boring than the last! 2 nd sem starts!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;time flew......boom! Here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;aim&lt;/span&gt; in 2(2)! All the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;theory&lt;/span&gt; shit started 2day and it was boring as HOLY HELL! It was more hell as i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; have a watch or my cell 2 constantly stare at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;sec's&lt;/span&gt; hand ticking like hours and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;feelin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt;! Life was same as it was 2 months ago and though i felt relieved  also felt sick! I mean i so knew &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; ahead lies ages and ages of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;theoretical&lt;/span&gt; electronic bull crap! Sat in the last bench as usual occasionally punching my pal 4m time 2 time! We have 3 0f the 6 lecturers who taught us in 2(1), so we were all like " damn its the same bitch" and they were all like " damn its those &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; bastards again"! Life goes on! Sat through the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;EE&lt;/span&gt; period where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;ma'm&lt;/span&gt; was going through what kind of relationship the amplifier shared with the resistors and how jealous the capacitors felt but they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; know that the resistors were actually having an affair with the signal generator......so on so forth! Somehow by the miracle of time the period finally ended only 2 start with solid mechanics 4 the next 2 hours! I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;lik&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;shoutin&lt;/span&gt; " &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;wut&lt;/span&gt; the fuck??? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; we deal wit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dat&lt;/span&gt; horrendous shit last year?OH MY GAWD KILL ME NOW!". As we all know god &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; exist i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; die and had 2 face that for another 2 hours! I DROOLED through the whole fucking period! Had dry shit 4 lunch which was ironically made by me! Was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;readin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Jeffrey&lt;/span&gt; archer during the next few periods and finally got back home! My sanctuary where i can enjoy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;simpsons&lt;/span&gt; in peace! FYI the bastards are releasing the movie in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;june&lt;/span&gt;! Life &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;couldnt&lt;/span&gt; get any worse! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;dats&lt;/span&gt; all 4 now.....totally sleepy ........have 2 catch up on my nightmares 4 today.......another fun filled exciting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;adventurous&lt;/span&gt; day awaiting tomorrow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. Iam going on a killing spree &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-5263707127109491240?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/5263707127109491240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=5263707127109491240' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/5263707127109491240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/5263707127109491240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2006/12/each-day-is-boring-than-last-2-nd-sem.html' title='Each day is boring than the last! 2 nd sem starts!'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-4588283205766373198</id><published>2006-11-19T03:27:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T08:03:06.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oNE LaST bREath!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RYQYpXb6MEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nBUYBIZk24k/s1600-h/creed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009155784487612482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RYQYpXb6MEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nBUYBIZk24k/s200/creed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have you heard this song? One last breath of creed? One of my favs!Wrokkin song! Always got this stuck in my head!You just gotta listen to it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Is death the end? Are we running out of time? Am I all alone in the world? One Last Breath is a song reaching out, looking for answers. Let’s face it we are all going to die, but why are we so afraid of it? Why spend time dwelling on what’s ahead and instead make good use of what time we have left. The character featured on this epic song is facing death, looking back on life feeling alone. He’s running away, trying to hold onto life. His time has come, to move on which he must embrace, but not face alone. Then he realises that “Maybe six feet ain’t so far down.” Death is not the end. Now is a time for reflection, a time to predict his future. He makes his last cry “Hold me now I’m six feet from the edge and I’m thinking…” But he has now discovered the courage to step up to what he is destined for, death. He’d much rather face death with courage then scared and afraid. People look at him and take pity on his age, feeling sorry for him, but the main character feels otherwise. He refuses to just sit back and wait, but to make the most of the time he has left. He asks the people around him to stick it out with him and enjoy death together. “Sad eyes follow me, but I still believe there’s something left for me. So please come stay with me, cause I still believe there’s something left for you and me.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-4588283205766373198?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/4588283205766373198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=4588283205766373198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/4588283205766373198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/4588283205766373198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-last-breath.html' title='oNE LaST bREath!!!!'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RYQYpXb6MEI/AAAAAAAAAAs/nBUYBIZk24k/s72-c/creed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-8694467789517578211</id><published>2006-11-19T03:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:42:42.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jus chilling.........not really!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RXo-cjZDmzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/CXHgl6gisGc/s1600-h/Boring%20Presentation.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006382596033321778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" height="237" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RXo-cjZDmzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/CXHgl6gisGc/s320/Boring%2520Presentation.gif" width="168" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two more exams to go and iam already tired! All my energy sucked out like a FAT gujurati sucking the last drop out of a coconut! Life's been a living HELL the past 2 months! Found out a lot of things about myself through horrible misey and pain! Just woke up and found out that i ran out of ketchup! See what i mean when i say life's hell! Gotta study for C and mechanics! SO hungry so weak! I seriously need to do something to keep my mind off things! Life's goin nowhere people......no where! Only good thing going on in my life right now is the simpsons movie to be aired on monday! Jus waiting for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-8694467789517578211?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/8694467789517578211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=8694467789517578211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/8694467789517578211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/8694467789517578211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2006/11/jus-chillingnot-really.html' title='jus chilling.........not really!'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__0lgHaOtqdM/RXo-cjZDmzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/CXHgl6gisGc/s72-c/Boring%2520Presentation.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3990330000452606257.post-6602386456529485998</id><published>2006-11-19T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T03:34:29.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'D' DAY</title><content type='html'>guess wut???????????? outta all the days i could create my blog iam finally doin it 2 days 4m my external exam!!!!!!!! thou shall remember this historic day!!!!!!! its 16:58 on nov 11th 2k6! and iam sittin on my butt wid my laptop in my dads office............jus felt lik startin the blog today and so i did!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3990330000452606257-6602386456529485998?l=ihems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/feeds/6602386456529485998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3990330000452606257&amp;postID=6602386456529485998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/6602386456529485998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3990330000452606257/posts/default/6602386456529485998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ihems.blogspot.com/2006/11/d-day.html' title='&apos;D&apos; DAY'/><author><name>hems</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00702727233836825207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
