<?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-5548587606091280246</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:49:00.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Curbside Prophet</title><subtitle type='html'>.......whenever you leave,leave obnoxiously.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-1283890866534429281</id><published>2009-06-29T18:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-29T19:22:09.589+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In the name of god</title><content type='html'>The documentary we saw today "In the name of god" by anand patwardhan about the Ayodhya issue was unsettling disturbing and very heart wrenching.The following is my personal analysis of the whole documentary.&lt;br /&gt;         Firstly what struck me was how superficial the knowldge of these so called religious leaders was.Their arguments regarding it being the ram jamn bhumi were not not satisfying,logically and chronologicaly!!They inturn were supported by dedicated supporters who were iffy about the facts themselves!!The whole brouhaha was actually baseless and it was something which was totally based on assumptions.The hindus said that Barbar plundered and took their land,there "holy" land and constructed the masjid there,however they did not really see how shallow and almost rash they were in aping him!!But this wasnt it,the real problem started when political parties started endorsing either of the stands.This religious movement,like all others went to the dogs when it got a political connotation.The leaders used the bovine thinking of the public to their betterment,and people supported their favourites in order to prove their loyalty!The pro hindu side had its various sub-groups..the youth wing(rss,bajrang dal),the political wing(bjp) and the religious wing VHP.&lt;br /&gt;          The irony however was in the fact that the most civilised ones in this entire ordeal were the poor backward classes.Some of them were aloof of the enrire issue,others wanted peace to be restored while the others who were slightly more opiniated supported either of the sides.But their basic story was the same.......the worst affected no matter what religion they belonged to or what side was winning.the religious leaders,epitomes of stubborness,irrational and narrow thinking stuck tp their sides,resisting any and every oppurtunity of coming to a progressive and peaceful compromise.It is funny to see how easily these religious leaders supported these acts of barbarism with non existant religious facts.How easily they twisted and manupilated the truth to suit themselves.......and suddenly wrong was the new wright!!!!&lt;br /&gt;            To quote the pujari of the ram mandir......the religious leaders of the VHP were corrupt men,drapped in saffron playing a gimmick.The shocking truth was that educated men supported the staunch almost inhuman ways of these people.The documentary made me believe that religion has now become a brand,which is endorsed buy riots,political figures who dont shy away from making obscene comments about the religious beliefs of others.Its religion Vs love,religion Vs peace,religion Vs tolerance where as it should be a blend of all of these.Its surprising to see how something i never  gave importance to,something which was always a secondary part of my identity  can become my whole world!!Its incidents like these,which actually put up a question......is india secular only on paper??All the fancy jargon which we live by of "hindu-muslim" being "bhai bhai" actually does not even exist?If hindism is anti "moh-maya" then why do we ignore the fact that these relious leaders are the ones "living the good life",supporting a groundless cause???&lt;br /&gt;               In a land where everything works,its so easy manupilate the truth and champion your will!!!These men are like crabs when one wants to do the wright,the others drag him down.Old grudges and past laurels,these are the two main factors of this entire issue.....we cant let go of the past,we fight for it,kill for it and never in this course think about the ramifications of our actions......There is no win win situation in this case.Somebody wins at the cost of someone elses life.At the end i would just like to aks a question.....if winning isnt everything then why do we keep count????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-1283890866534429281?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/1283890866534429281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=1283890866534429281' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/1283890866534429281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/1283890866534429281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2009/06/in-name-of-god.html' title='In the name of god'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-5856633311021350204</id><published>2009-06-10T22:05:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-10T23:07:16.599+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Been where?Done what?</title><content type='html'>Today was a sad day,that's in a nutshell.Leaving your city.....FINALLY,and all the hassle with it ,is sad ,though you always wanted to do that.You leave behind alot,and take very few along......cause you have to make room for new things and the hassle they bring along.Its a wonder how we all "know" whats it is going to be like when something would happen.Like before it rains,we already "know"........everything would look different,smell different,but when it actually rains its nothing like you had in mind..........and that's when you realize......."I didn't quite know I would fee like THAT".We're no Einsteins......and we're not too experienced,we never are.Its that hollow feeling i get every time i wonder I'm not going to be "home".....its a little unsettling too.....its almost funny,as i kid i would've laughed if someone said "You're not going home for months"........and now i know.....what they mean when they say "I miss home" OR "I miss you!".Its that feeling like a knot in your heart......or your heart tied in chains......only less goth and grotesque.&lt;br /&gt;             In retrospect.......i have left so many people behind me,I mean my 3rd standard class-mate was SO special to me cause she helped me cheat.....or my kindergarten best pal was my world cause we had the best places to hide when it came to hide and seek.......or the new girl in the 8th standard who called me her best friend just cause i helped her catching up in the Geography class.....where are all these people,I HAVE NO IDEA.Its amazing how you just move on....like reading a book you go from chapter to chapter,page to page looking for something new,something better,something.......something else!!!!You have your favourite chapters.....with the twists and the turns and you always remember them,even though it was about the good guy dying.Someone else's heartbreak becomes your favourite song,funny the way it is!!&lt;br /&gt;          And yes,I'm 19 now.......and for some reason i now realise how important it is to celebrate your own birthday,I always thought it wasn't a big deal cause it comes every year and that birthday parties were a charade(you have to invite people you don't even want to).But now i think they're right,if you think about it you are never going to be 19 again.......you are going to get older and life, more complicated so its a celebration of the twisted life ahead and of the simpler life that went with the previous years...........SO REJOICE!!BE MERRY!!&lt;br /&gt;           I also forgave someone........yes my first encounter with forgiveness.......me accepting something as illogical as "forgiveness" was quite a fiat.See its your perception that matters,when you have a grudge its like this invisible anvil yer carrying...AND its heavy.So if you want to live and live well.....forgive the ones who did wrong not cause that's what saints do.......but for the simple reason that an ass would never know how dim he is,for an ass he's like anyone else.If you're smart enough you would cut the poor animal some slack......AND FORGIVE HIM!On a more serious note.......if you want to read the next chapter in the book of your life and if you want the end to be good.......forgive the treacherous bad guy,he's not as bright as you!And believe me,you would finally be able to say......That?Oh that was a long time back!!!!Its all about satisfaction,because happiness is a by-product,don't run after it,its elusive........its like one of those sci-fi whodunits.......when you think you know what the bad guys want.....but in the end its a TOTAL shock!&lt;br /&gt;        In the end all i would want to say is that its not a fairy tale we live in,where logic dies a tragic death......and fantasies have a field day,its life, its not a bitch or unfair or fair or beautiful.....or maybe its all of it,so stop putting yer life in a box with a big label on it,it doesn't need one,its like an unfinished journal..where bad things can also happen to good people and evil can behead the good and go to Hard Rock cafe and celebrate........so just live it,leave the typecasting to others........who would do it with pleasure once you're dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-And yes.....you can love your life if you want,that's totally legitimate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-5856633311021350204?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/5856633311021350204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/5856633311021350204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2009/06/been-wheredone-what.html' title='Been where?Done what?'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-6336189743462842824</id><published>2009-05-16T15:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-16T15:58:04.049+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ello Mrazzies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://widgets.clearspring.com/o/4a02351a35de0ef8/4a0e91fd84cc9dbd/4a0e0e1800bdcaad/4ebb181e/widget.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-Mraz is gonna be on the American Idol Finale......on 20th may,WATCH OUT FOR IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-6336189743462842824?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/6336189743462842824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=6336189743462842824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/6336189743462842824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/6336189743462842824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2009/05/ello-mrazzies.html' title='Ello Mrazzies!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-3640407656828450386</id><published>2009-05-14T23:21:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-14T23:35:09.134+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things that make you go...Hmmmmm?</title><content type='html'>OK Tu Bole Main Boloon......rings a bell???hells bells!!!!OFCOURSE IT DOES!!Rehman pulled of a jazz/blues song,how could you miss THAT!!!Anyway,the lyrics are just delcious........like a royal piece o brownie dripping with chocolate.........BUT HEY,watch out for the nuts!!YEP!There is an equally good song(er,EPIC song actually.............to some!)"Hello Goodbye" by(fan fare,drum roll.....and a glorious DU-UH)THE BEATLES!Well the point of all this useless typing is to give you the proofs and then.....STRIKE!Well the lyrics are akin.........very much the same,well the feel to the songs are similar if you just read the lyrics,obviously one has snazzy sax work,the other is well signature Beatles.......... i guess the director of JTYJN,Abbas Tyrewaala could be a BIG fan of the song or maybe not...............who knows,jaane tu ya jaane na.........er,as the song goes ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MNK_lj0pgSE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param 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height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-I'm guessing the words you're looking for are "hmmmmm weird" or "wow shes so right on the money!!!" or "i worship her"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-3640407656828450386?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/3640407656828450386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/3640407656828450386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-that-make-you-gohmmmmm.html' title='Things that make you go...Hmmmmm?'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-6314383414671100076</id><published>2009-05-13T11:08:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-13T11:56:28.259+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Old just gets hotter!</title><content type='html'>Well this is like an ancient controversy but its a controversy nonetheless.It seemed The Beatles had penchant for lifting stuff from Chuck Berry's songs.and this wasn't the only instance.However,"Come Together" went on to be come a smash number,and how!!This blues rock number even though claimed to be "closely resembling",Berry's You can't Catch Me.........is undoubtedly a revolutionary song,from the drums,to the vocals and even the backing vocals,the song has a sexy edge to it.Rolling Stone ranked "Come Together" at #202 on their list of the 500 Greatest Songs of All Time.It was also covered by Aerosmith,one on the best covers of all times,though one of the worst movies ever(Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band)WHATTA BUMMER!!!&lt;br /&gt;                The lyrics have always been a hot topic of discussion amongst Beatles enthusiasts,ranging from a junkies number to a song with random gibberish to a song about the four Beatles!!At the end of the day it was a campaign song for Timothy Leary,who was dear friend of Lennon.In a playboy interview Lennon said""The thing was created in the studio. It's gobbledygook. 'Come Together' was an expression that Tim Leary had come up with for (perhaps for the governorship of California against Reagan), and he asked me to write a campaign song. I tried and I tried, but I couldn't come up with one. But I came up with this, 'Come Together,' which would've been no good to him - you couldn't have a campaign song like that, right?"&lt;br /&gt;                  The signature slow bassy sound of the song was McCartney's work.Ringo came up with this signature muffled drum sound by wrapping towels around his snares and toms,genius i say!!!And how could we possibly sideline the eerie almost incomprehensible sound that Lennon makes which sounds like "shoot" but actually is "shoot me ",the "me" is drowned my McCartney's bass!&lt;br /&gt;             So amongst all the incoherent references,riff lifting controversy,this is one hot song........the song i hope they play when people go to heaven,but I'm guessing George and John wouldn't really do justice to the song all by themselves,it takes four to make The Beatles ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-6314383414671100076?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/6314383414671100076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/6314383414671100076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2009/05/old-just-gets-hotter.html' title='Old just gets hotter!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-6457127089117443947</id><published>2009-05-12T14:23:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-12T14:41:32.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A new Nutini :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4312002&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=4312002&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="224"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4312002"&gt;Paolo Nutini - Candy&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user1452493"&gt;Nikke Osterback&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SONG-Candy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brand new Paolo,with a neater /shorter haircut.........definitely cooler......kinna grown up too.He's looking like a young Bob Dylan in this video,a young Mexican Bob Dylan,hahahhahhahah....THIS is not the Nutini we saw  in those Puma adverts,now is it??.........for now all i can say is new single out on May 18th and new album out on June 1st!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-YOWZA!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-6457127089117443947?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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envy)</title><content type='html'>OK this a song by the uber cool Mr Mraz.Now we all know Jason for the cool acoustic stuff he usually pulls off.His videos are never larger than life or anything,......which kinna does justice to his music otherwise they would've seemed a little kitch,dont you think?Anyway this one right here Make It Mine,has more of the bluesy swagger,with the sax very smartly used,not making it totally jazzy yet giving it another dimension......on some instances making it sound like a perfect lounge number.Mraz has a great voice and the harmony in the song is the perfect example o that.The lyrics have been a Mraz forte and this song has some real good bits especially"I keep my life on a heavy rotation&lt;br /&gt;Requesting that it's lifting you up, up, up and away&lt;br /&gt;And over to a table at the gratitude cafe&lt;br /&gt;And I am finally there,&lt;br /&gt;And all the angels they'll be singing&lt;br /&gt;"I love this."................well at the end i will quote a wise lady........"Mraz is smoking hot";)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jr8PKFS0D8k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jr8PKFS0D8k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-Someone take me to Cafe Gratitude.........and get me a Visa,and a private jet,yeah that'll be all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-8654264742080211719?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/8654264742080211719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/8654264742080211719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2009/05/songs-that-make-me-god-green-with-envy.html' title='Songs that make me go green (with envy)'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;My blog is not dead...... just so that all of you know........its doing breathing exercises-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INHALE.................EXHALE......it kills all the negative energy inside you,and leaves you gasping for breathe!!!So it will return once all the negativity is dead.....or when one o the lungs get punctured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-I don't slander,we're all aware of the monsters we are.......and some of us are with empty rib cages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-8593142612675173234?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/8593142612675173234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>Today i got up in the morning and i realised................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KARMA IS NOT MY BITCH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-1397768115526051528?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/1397768115526051528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/1397768115526051528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2009/05/get-line5.html' title='Get a line(5)'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-5802941204210668183</id><published>2009-05-08T08:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-08T08:59:56.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Get aline (4)</title><content type='html'>Hey even The Bard was a bender!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/gay%20pride%20sign" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i196.photobucket.com/albums/aa168/jens369/Lesbian%20and%20Gay%20Pride%20stuff/Gay-Pride.jpg" border="0" alt="Gay pride sign Pictures, Images and Photos"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-5802941204210668183?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-3310342734507618488</id><published>2009-05-07T23:24:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:42:44.969+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Get a line (3)</title><content type='html'>Gypped girl-I don't know why it happens every time to me,WHY WHY WHY?!?!?!?!?! I have cried my heart out,had sleepless nights,wondered what went wrong.Do i deserve this?!?!I feel so dwarfed,i feel so heartbroken........m so lost..........just when i needed him,he went away. He was a snitch.A SELF INDULDGENT,SELFISH.....A-GRADE PIG...A HORRIBLE SNITCH!WHY GOD WHY?!!?!WHERE DID HE GO GOD !!!!!WHERE ?!?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;God-*yawns*.........er....did you check his facebook?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-3310342734507618488?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/3310342734507618488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/3310342734507618488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2009/05/gypped-girl-i-dont-know-why-it-happens.html' title='Get a line (3)'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-8858404263371884786</id><published>2009-05-07T16:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:29:42.759+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Get a line( 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lust got X-ray vision after stabbing Love in the eyes.........TWICE!CHARMING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-8858404263371884786?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/8858404263371884786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/8858404263371884786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2009/05/lust-got-x-ray-vision-after-stabbing.html' title='Get a line( 2)'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-3605689988123179588</id><published>2009-05-06T09:40:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:36:31.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Get a line!</title><content type='html'>Looking around...........still looking around,eagerly looking around......desperately looking.......GRABS A SPOON :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-apropos to F.R.I.E.N.D.S season 1.....episode 3 i guess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-3605689988123179588?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/3605689988123179588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/3605689988123179588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2009/05/looking-around.html' title='Get a line!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-3789260125219769929</id><published>2009-05-05T19:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:29:21.727+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Songs that make me go green(with envy)-PART 1</title><content type='html'>ah  from the vid,to the lyrics to the whole music.........the vox,Daniel Powters got the chops and this is one perfect song,i tried to find some flaw but i wasn't quite successful.............I AM "J"!The best bit about this song is(well amongst a bunch o them)that,well it makes you romanticize a "bad day"........and you feel good somehow.This ones in my list o classic songs WITH a stellar of a video!!!Ah i wish i had written this!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RmNTAvnSais&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RmNTAvnSais&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst- i know this isn't the vid.........but i just thought a karaoke wud be better,I'm sure most beg to differ....AND the guy who reminded me off this a-grade song,rahul,thanks man...i had TOTALLY forgotten!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-3789260125219769929?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/3789260125219769929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/3789260125219769929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2009/05/songs-that-make-me-go-greenwith-envy.html' title='Songs that make me go green(with envy)-PART 1'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-6803407264821894600</id><published>2009-05-02T18:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:52:40.144+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When yer exam is too easy.....it ain't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...............&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ITS A BITCH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-6803407264821894600?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/6803407264821894600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/6803407264821894600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-yer-exam-is-too-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-7634607605202441954</id><published>2009-03-29T10:12:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-29T18:07:51.623+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HATE........&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today's word,the feeling when you wish someone would jump off their ass and die.I have finally felt it,and it sure gives you a kick...........to a new found freedom from some old threads, to this bright new feeling and for finally realising the difference between getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;floored &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fooled&lt;/span&gt;(Ladies,high time!) And peeps,black is the new white................if you know what i mean ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DISCLAIMER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No one  was hurt during the writing of this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-7634607605202441954?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7634607605202441954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7634607605202441954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2009/03/hate.html' title=''/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-1633565495182465601</id><published>2009-01-28T12:55:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:09:56.927+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Three Gorgons(Past,present and the  future)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SYAgtXYFAbI/AAAAAAAAAWI/__WtnsDy8TU/s1600-h/past__present__future_by_rhianaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SYAgtXYFAbI/AAAAAAAAAWI/__WtnsDy8TU/s320/past__present__future_by_rhianaaa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296269125528912306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Future.........something which probably makes half the things in our life actually happen!Its a wonder how we always glorify our past and romanticize our future but always sideline our present.The greed for a better future is something hard to give up,we probably would never get out of our beds if there was no "future" waiting to be created by US!But then putting your present on the back burner is that right?Have we started taking our present for granted?Or did we always do that and probably never realised till the word "hindsight" came into existence?AH, questions questions and some more of them,I have been wondering alot and i still don't get tired of it.You know those cliches of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;life is so short&lt;/span&gt; or&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; life is a bitch&lt;/span&gt; well do make sense,besides the fact that life is more of a tramp than bitch.No seriously life is short,before you even know,your FUTURE is already your PAST!!!think about it,it happens every single day,even now,but we all are SO use to it and we live so peacefully with this fact that all we know is how to make up for a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fucked up&lt;/span&gt; past is our future.It is a wonder how we let things go by right in front of us and only realise later,so many times........it aches and its horrible to feel ,well er,.............LIKE AN ASS!!Hhahahhaahh,and funnier is the fact how we feel "indebted" to the one who made us realise all those thing.&lt;br /&gt;            Sometimes I wonder,do we only value those things which are in our past?Is regret for the past greater than hope for the future?Its a tricky question ain't it,scary too,cause we all have plans,which probably brighten our day and well make us feel that things are taking shape,or that the future isn't a total stranger to us............a sweet acquaintance maybe!So, what if something has no place in your past but sure has a plum place in your future,will you,are you willing to give it the same weightage?Because no matter how much of a daredevil streak we have,the insurance companies are making money cause of people like you and me!!!We are scared,aren't we?Well there shouldn't me any shame in saying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes&lt;/span&gt; to that,anticipation is not a felony,it might just save a life!!!I have always tried to do the impossible(which has nothing to do with the t-shirt quote-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;trying to slam a revolving door!!!&lt;/span&gt;), to have a future with the best of my past or present.............present well ,cause when you're thinking of the future, the present is already GONE!!SWOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH!I however do give up very soon,and decide to live in the moment,know what I want right now,cause I'm HERE not THERE.........and that makes me the king of my world!I don't know about life but the present sure is my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bitch&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And i meant it in the best possible way(if there is one).So for me, people who go like "love you always"OR "hate you till the day i die" at the drop of a hat,are actually sweet ol foolish people,who very soon are going to break hearts..........m counting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;theirs&lt;/span&gt; too!!!Because my friends always is LOOOOOOOOOONG,forever is LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONGER(cause it has an extra letter,i guess)so when you say it the other person DOES believe it,and if doesn't work out you get a bad name.Flying and soaring is fine,its fun building up stuff........but seriously do me one big favour,how many times have you said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; forever &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and actually done that.I'm sure alot of of times you did it,but not every single time?Or well I'm sure there are those too who hardly do it,and yet cant get enough of saying the blessed words!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                       I'm not the wind of change and I'm not here to make a point,I'm not even telling you all to think about what i just said(like I can stop that from happening!!)I'm just trying to say that its always better to hang on to something credible,like wouldn't you prefer QuickFix over glue(we're not talking bout playing people,serious talk here please!!)Its always better to know what you HAVE before you yearn for what you don't!So,today just do this little thing,go kiss your doormat.................AAAAAAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHA.oh man!!!!!That was a long laugh!What i meant is,go kiss someone whose THERE with you,cause the ones who aren't might never be!But then i can't stop you from hoping,now can i?I just mean to say that don't forget to look around from time to time and love what you HAVE,and if there  is new stuff coming,hell we can always make room ,right?I guess being a little &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human &lt;/span&gt;nowadays is pansy behaviors,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;giving a shit &lt;/span&gt;that's the real McCoy eh!??!!Fine then I like pansy.........BITE ME!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-someone very young and wise,someone ME once said-if tomorrow is another yesterday I prefer today!Sigh,somethings last forever ,cause I'm HERE and I still stand by that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-Greek mythology is like quick sand.......trust me it just gets to you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/65/5122F849F91E8A04DA5DB06E6F579350.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-1633565495182465601?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/1633565495182465601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=1633565495182465601' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/1633565495182465601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/1633565495182465601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2009/01/three-gorgons-kako-genzai.html' title='The Three Gorgons(Past,present and the  future)'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SYAgtXYFAbI/AAAAAAAAAWI/__WtnsDy8TU/s72-c/past__present__future_by_rhianaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-5586980827663507099</id><published>2008-12-11T03:26:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-01T13:55:20.311+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Death Doesn't Always Kill.</title><content type='html'>Curbside Prophet's Note-I am old ,so old i have a beard now............AAAAAAAAAAA,YEAH YOU'D WISH!!!!Sorry folks its just a poem for now!!OK well as i have made it clear poems are only written when there is no logical conclusion to the pitiful condition around you.When you are  overwhelmed,er...........when I am,rather.So here it is a poem,the fruit o frustration and yet its pretty,free flowing and HEY!!IT makes me happy awrite!well its not a sob story,its a poem which eulogises sadness,shows how sometimes being sad could make you do things(positive things)which happiness can never do.I use a bit of mockery for "happy people",quite loosely put,but its not going to make you wanna be sad than happy(AWRITE!!! THE MOCKERY STOPS HERE,I promise).On a more serious note,sometimes its not about the root of the pain,its about who comes along and saves you,helps you recover(could be anyone,for me the pizza guy).I compare sadness to death here,death for me is the apogee of both happiness and sadness.And "death"over here is not physical death,cause i believe its not the end of pain.I don't know how it feels when you are dying but I'm sure you cant explain or you are overwhelmed enough to write a poem about it;)!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to know sometimes what you feel,&lt;br /&gt;Its not a wound,but you still want it to heal,&lt;br /&gt;The heaviness pulling you down,&lt;br /&gt;Its better not to swim but to drown,&lt;br /&gt;You close your eyes hoping to see,&lt;br /&gt;An empty space,with just you and me,&lt;br /&gt;Who you are,I am yet to know,&lt;br /&gt;The one who can make it rain,the one who can make it snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragic life of a happy person makes me weep,&lt;br /&gt;Because they never get to go too far,too deep,&lt;br /&gt;The world of wonder is for the ones who cry,&lt;br /&gt;And new starts are for the ones who die,&lt;br /&gt;You look up and stare,like that could make it rain,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes do it for you,when yer foolish efforts are in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A promise is a promise,a kiss is a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;All fancy jargon makes sense when in a state of bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I could fight the winds,I could fight the sea,&lt;br /&gt;But i cant fight the tempest inside me,&lt;br /&gt;You need to come along,be whoever you want to be,&lt;br /&gt;To save a life,to save me from me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-Hmmmm,the problems within you(read:not asthma)are the hardest to counter.Its you who start it but you always need someone else to make it right.Logic doesn't apply here,THIS world is bereft of all logic,this world is a sucker for comfort,for reverse psychology.......this world doesn't need a solution,it needs someone who can suffer the wrath with them.............WEIRD WORLD, I SAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/65/5122F849F91E8A04DA5DB06E6F579350.png" style="border: 0pt none  ! important; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 0%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-5586980827663507099?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/5586980827663507099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=5586980827663507099' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/5586980827663507099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/5586980827663507099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/12/death-doesnt-always-kill.html' title='A Death Doesn&apos;t Always Kill.'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-7198012970123115821</id><published>2008-12-05T13:29:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T14:01:17.970+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I forgive but i don't forget......THE REDUNDANT THEORY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/STtmm6igAZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TrSIUD3sns8/s1600-h/letters_to_you_by_kerplunk777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/STtmm6igAZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TrSIUD3sns8/s320/letters_to_you_by_kerplunk777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276924207129690514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;The pebbles forgive me, the trees forgive me&lt;br /&gt;So why can't, you forgive me?&lt;br /&gt;I don't see what anyone can see, in anyone else&lt;br /&gt;But you&lt;br /&gt; du du du du du du du du du du.........(what aye start,well the songs nice and sweet and has many verses but i guess i just wanted to hear this one,sigh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgiving and forgetting,issue?!?!IT IS,isn't it?People say they forgive but don't forget,somehow it makes no sense how can you TRULY forgive someone and yet keep some o back as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;memoria&lt;/span&gt; ,that's not forgiving is it?Cause every time you  stumble on that particular memory you do feel the pain,slight pain...........and pain means its still there,ALL OF IT!!!!So when do you ACTUALLY forgive,like in the true sense,when you just don't remember it at all.........like wiped out totally,dead towards it.Its a wonder how we move on like nothing happened,start a fresh chapter and hope to bury the "unfortunate" events deep enough so that they never resurface.The ghost of it still haunts you,probably when you see familiar faces or come across a similar situation or see happy people who never had to deal with "IT" or probably when you go through previous chats..........I HATE THIS FEATURE!I mean I have the stupid "power" to put myself in my position(a while back)and feel the same,THE SAME..........the way i felt THEN,and hate the same person with the same intensity!!!!Don't you see its not normal,I mean i am supposedly "over it"...............i have "moved on".........i have "conquered" my foolish heart...........I HAVE "FORGIVEN"........REALLY?!?!?!?!?HAVE I?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;                    Its not normal,i mean i don't hate them anymore...........I am ME with them,its all in the past,which is not something i should deal with,I DON'T NEED TO.Life is so much better now,life is great, the dark phase is over...........then why do  i still feel bad for me.............me, THEN.I haven't quite gotten over that have i!?!?Its so lame and its like  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;frozen in&lt;/span&gt; my  memory,i cant stop myself from feeling the same.If, we in reality do not forget,in the true sense,then why do we brag about being magnanimous?Why does this term exist?Fake,fake, fake!!isn't it?And if you actually did forget the whole &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mumbo&lt;/span&gt; jumbo the very next day,then i say you never were sorry for it in the first place!People do feel sorry later,don't they?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hhahahhahahhah&lt;/span&gt;,funny isn't it "Oh I'm feeling so sorry i didn't feel sorry earlier!".And what about judgements,i mean you gotta make them sometime,so what should you consider,what should you believe.............consider this little chit-chat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Dik&lt;/span&gt;-I don't think its worth it(I'm not sure,but I'm getting there,am i???)&lt;br /&gt;Gina(with a j)-Fine,lets do this, would save us &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alota&lt;/span&gt; grief(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WHA&lt;/span&gt;!??!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WHA&lt;/span&gt;?!?!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;WHA&lt;/span&gt;?!?!DID I JUST SAY THAT,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dik&lt;/span&gt;-Really?!?! you think so?(Now I'm not happy!!!why?)&lt;br /&gt;Gina-why don't you???(JUST SAY NO!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Dik&lt;/span&gt;-no no,i still stand by it,lets do it the nice way(er.....i guess!)&lt;br /&gt;Gina- yeah nice and FAST,I've got work(YEAH YOU LOSER,I HAVE TO CALL UP BY BEST PAL AND SOB &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Dik&lt;/span&gt;-sigh,its pretty much over(PHEW!!!!OH WAIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Gina-Yeah,nice talking(PUT A BULLET THROUGH YOUR HEAD!)&lt;br /&gt;          disconnects the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Dik&lt;/span&gt;-OH!! wait i mean its over...no pretty much over.........er........hello?!?hello?!?!(FUCK!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO..............consider this,now by some miracle it all gets back into place,it all gets fine......back to where it should ave been,the pieces of the puzzle in the right pattern,couldn't get better............would you FORGET all of it...........ALL of it,I mean even if someone ties you up and rants about it?Now some o you will say how can that happen you are bound to recall stuff if people talk about it.But then my answer to them is,forgetting means totally wiping it off,killing it,being all dead towards it.And it totally works in the other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;scenario&lt;/span&gt; too,when you do something mean and real bad(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; how we put it!)HOW CAN YOU FORGIVE YOURSELF!!I did stuff to people and frankly yeah i am ashamed of it,THERE I SAID IT,I cant just forget it,so how would they,should they? could they?Its tricky and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really know what works or how it works! Hence we all actually never forget..........and not forgetting means you know exactly how it felt yer experience stays with you,OH it brings you down!!!And while some play it safe others make the same mistakes over and over again..........its a never ending process.........and its fascinating how you can love and hate the same object and yet find a way to live it.............IN PEACE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-I'm your Agony Aunt today.If you're like me who keeps back little things cause they seem indispensable..........THROW IT,GO CLEAN YOU BOX,THROW THOSE LITTLE NOTES,RITE NOW!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-7198012970123115821?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/7198012970123115821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=7198012970123115821' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7198012970123115821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7198012970123115821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-forgive-but-i-dont-forgetthe.html' title='I forgive but i don&apos;t forget......THE REDUNDANT THEORY!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/STtmm6igAZI/AAAAAAAAAVs/TrSIUD3sns8/s72-c/letters_to_you_by_kerplunk777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-2450056989676818670</id><published>2008-11-05T11:51:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:32:27.149+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh bummer?!?!Neh uh.......OBAMA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SRFgZoTPRgI/AAAAAAAAAVc/j6eAqeIgoyc/s1600-h/ALeqM5hXfExjnQ_hIhk1-aDYvFDzS9mBJA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SRFgZoTPRgI/AAAAAAAAAVc/j6eAqeIgoyc/s320/ALeqM5hXfExjnQ_hIhk1-aDYvFDzS9mBJA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265095432803927554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SRFe7-e5idI/AAAAAAAAAVU/VHE0yBo95bs/s1600-h/8d8beb5f91177999f0f46a479176e63f.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SRFe7-e5idI/AAAAAAAAAVU/VHE0yBo95bs/s320/8d8beb5f91177999f0f46a479176e63f.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265093823850711506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SRFe7lOGfpI/AAAAAAAAAVM/crUTFldnceY/s1600-h/heidiklumaskali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 199px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SRFe7lOGfpI/AAAAAAAAAVM/crUTFldnceY/s320/heidiklumaskali.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265093817069371026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.......morning!ah lovely day,WEDNESDAY!I had a good sleep yesterday.........good as in i was in bed by 12 and i got up at 6:30a.m. so every ones happy......everything in place after a long time,every things normal,in place i guess........YAY!!!!Anyway,i realised i had been sleeping for TOO long cause i didn't even realise Alex Turner had a side project going on,which btw is a FULL FLEDGED band now--The Last Shadow Puppets.AND so today when i was surfing through the NME cool list 2008 i discovered the existence of it,OMFG!!!!HOW COULD I MISS IT,DAMN!!!!But something else made up for my sorrow.......Julian Casablancas IS NOT EVEN ON THE LIST(khee khee khee).OH THE JOY!!!!ahhahahhhahah,well not so much,I'm neutral.........I don't give aye damn.....or maybe i do..but I'm just happy!And they've got real good music(m not talk bout the boys who stroke themselves,HAHAHHAHHAHAH,they're nice too)nothing like the Arctic Monkeys,but for people who have heard them too much(like me)you might just feel they do sound like AM a bit,but thats just because Turner is the front man..........try not to compare too much and they will sound different,I PROMISE!&lt;br /&gt;                   AND i also realised some people have real funny nicknames man,real funny ones........chikni,tim tim,KITTU,rim jhim..................HAHAHHAHHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAH.And their actual names are like such a stark contrast to them,like real grim,serious ,NICE names.......with a meaning of course.Its like their parents wanted to make up for the seriousness of their actual names,or probably their life was so dull the only way they could get a kick outta it was by calling out for their kids......"rim jhim!!!!"ahhahhahhahahhahahah.Or well its some way to get back at them,you know how kids could be, maggot pies!!!.........but then that makes no sense cause kids are nice little things....puppies and kids,AWWWWWWWSOME!But really,WHY!?!??!Why do parents do this,i mean its a blunder,it could scar their future........i mean really,  a guy you're going out with,with a nice name,ACTUALLY turns out to be "tinku"......damn..........I CANT KEEP A SERIOUS FACE THEN,HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAH.............see........imagine what will the poor ol hunk feel.Hehhehehheh,but WHAT ME WORRY......I've got a nice nickname........AND an equally nice name........But its got adverse effects too,no one gets it right in the first go.I still remember my name being printed all wrong on the Christmas Service sheets,in the Principals Report,on the music competition certificates...............IT WAS EXASPERATING!!!!!!People say "Whats in a name?",but hey it means quite a bit........OH TRUST ME........there are hunky names,pretty names,original names,common names,scary names,heavy names(the volume of the name,i bet you guessed that already)...........so its not like you can get away with a name like Dhananjay(HAHAHAHHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHA,I just find it funny) without those initial raised eye brow expressions!!&lt;br /&gt;              So don't do this to your kids,unless kids are the source of all the remorse in the world,FOR YOU!!!But otherwise..........HELL AWAITS YOU,and there is nothing more pathetic and devastating than to rot in hell with heart breakers,nymphomaniacs,Ted Bundy and Metal posers(BLOODY SELL OUTS!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween went by,not a big deal in India but well Hiedi Klums dress up sure was,AND HEY HEY HEY!!!!!!!OBAMA'S IN THE HOUSE,WOOOOOOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!HOLLA SIZZLE,OBAMA MAH MAN'S THE NEW PREZ.I guess my anti-American feelings might just melt in to some orgasmic Jazz,yeah.And well life which was a Cradle of Filth( Dani Filth doesn't really make my day!!!!)is Jazz right now..........i feel old and satisfied,55 and lived a life.........see now that's a place i wanna be in,sigh!In all I'm alive and m not really cribbing too much..........plus,WINTERS ARE HERE.AH,winters in my city are the best...........the spookiest places are actually the mushiest of the lot,ah I'm so happy winters are here,winters are like a sign that its all over,good or bad that's for you too deal with.I've had beautiful sad winters,OH winter nights could be SAD.............but theres this pretty thing about them you cant get over,the weather and the streets get all deserted,the mist and in the dark the huge trees seem even bigger it almost seems like they own the sidewalks,the bad lighting on the streets,which seemed like a nuisance,just seems to add on to the whole backdrop,and the moon.........oh i would swoon if someone even mentioned Jazz right now.......WINTERS WINTERS WINTERS!!!!And then Christmas...........carols, the singing and the celebrations,MY FAVOURITE TIME!!!!!Sigh,i hope i have a winter death...............i wanna live the winter and then go..........BUT WHOSE DYING !!!!ITS TIME TO KILL,nah,i forgive all those motherlickers who have pissed me off lately in ANYWAY,you guys are not worth it,I hope you all die a natural death,i don't wanna rush anything ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-na n now that tha don't kill me,can only make me stronger...i need you to hurry up now.......cause i cant wait much longer......ISNT IT PLAYIN!?!??!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-2450056989676818670?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/2450056989676818670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=2450056989676818670' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/2450056989676818670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/2450056989676818670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-wasnt-bad-but-im-better-now.html' title='Oh bummer?!?!Neh uh.......OBAMA!!!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SRFgZoTPRgI/AAAAAAAAAVc/j6eAqeIgoyc/s72-c/ALeqM5hXfExjnQ_hIhk1-aDYvFDzS9mBJA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-794779315698821221</id><published>2008-10-29T20:56:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-04T12:46:34.387+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Festive H[Bl]ues!!pff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SQiuxwdsUxI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oUs7mugo2mc/s1600-h/blah_by_axxon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SQiuxwdsUxI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oUs7mugo2mc/s320/blah_by_axxon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262648334428689170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,someone once said"When you are high,the only place you are going next is down!".Well yeah that was me and i guess i wasn't too sure how right i was,I mean bang bang on correct.HIGH!!Oh i was and you know when you are all high,OK I'll make it simple, high as in happy,glad,satisfied........that kinds ,and not grass, weed and the works.Its quite a cocky state trust me i mean,you are blissfully ignorant of the following [mis]haps.Diwali,interesting time.........no seriously its so interesting i mean even though we talk bout"peace,love,harmony"and pray every ones happy and bright,no ones even a tad bit sad or down.So much of wishing and hoping and waiting.............waiting,cause when you wish and hope you have to wait,that's the whole idea you know,its like a chain reaction,if it all goes well you kinna give into it and you BELIEVE "it all happens".And if it doesn't you either take the "wishing harder" road or you just give up,but either way its a let down,Beautiful letdown........I always believe you should never make commitments or promises when you are too high,cause you are NOT going to stay in the same drugged state..........i mean HAPPY state.&lt;br /&gt;                           You know its easy to be self deprecating,on festivals ESPECIALLY.I mean you just feel you are a relationship wrecker,even though you haven't er.........exactly done anything too bad.I AM NOT REALLY SIDING WITH MYSELF,but its true its something about the air,its all bright and pretty...............and it doesn't seem right if you've got an ugly sticky situation to deal with,its just not befitting(oh i so hate this word,its too cockney).And you know no matter how much i try to make it all straight and plain,i just keep up with issues..........like i put myself into something without even realizing,I MIGHT NEVER BE ABLE TO GET OUTTA IT.Its the perfect thing to ruin your day and in the hindsight also ruins a major chunk of your life,no seriously.........ITS A CHAIN REACTION(OK I'm quite bored with this expression).But really it all is this disease..........and i mean it,like a cold i have and my throat hurts so crying is not an option,and it shouldn't really be.......its no use,it just makes you get super exhausted its not even rewarding like some workout.I don't know but lifes funny you know,i mean sometimes you don't really do anything for someone but they go outta their way to thank you cause you apparently made them realise something SO big,ha,it actually is nothing.........something so basic and well obvious that its a wonder how they didn't see it coming.And i don't even know how many of those "OMG,you changed the way i think" speeches i can take,because basically i don't change them as a person,its just a momentary thing............THEY don't change.I really wish i could actually change the way they think but that's like wishful thinking.On the other hand when you actually try to teach them something,you end up getting hurt and you learn,DON'T MESS WITH THE ZOHAN........HAHAHAHHAHHAHAH,no don't mess with the forces of nature,YOU REALLY CAN'T MAKE A DIFFERENCE(i always thought i could,sigh )&lt;br /&gt;                                 Its tough being the man in a relationship,I don't mean the one who has a willie i mean the one who actually lives up to all the fancy jargon once uttered out with so much conviction,that is why i say don't promise when you can barely feel the earth beneath yer feet,you're gonna come down sometime babe!Its such a wonder something which doesn't go outta fashion,trend,talks,interest and mind is love.Its the common factor always...............someones outta it,or planning and someones starting with it and someones in the "you changed my life" period,AND I STILL BUY IT!Its something everyone cashes on,movies do that star crossed lovers............OH THEY DIG IT,and then music every goddamn song has it.It amazes me,how popular love is,makes me so jealous!yesterday i actually felt the world getting back at me,like it was waiting to explode for a long long time.................it was all so calm before,like very uncanny,the kinds which make you feel scared cause you know whats coming is loud,i felt it too.Its a big mess,and i have so much time to clean it,but its not exactly what i want cause I've to throw everything then,and i don't really wanna do that.&lt;br /&gt;                                       I also realised festivals are an excuse to make a fool of yourself,in the name of "festive spirit",i caught it too...........i did something i was embarrassed bout later in the morning,but maybe that was the last thing i could do to make me feel good about having something or probably hoping i still have it.HOPE,ah kills you............you have to wait,its for the brave hearted,who are ready to take the negative and still not go"I DON'T BELIEVE IN THIS THING NO MORE".Sometimes you have to give up things no matter how nice they look or how perfect they seem,cause if those things are of no help in crisis they are nothing but confetti........looks nice, but it cant make your dead dogs carcass pretty,can it??So you be the sensible person and give them up,OUCH!!!Hurts man...........its not that easy eh?!?!?But hey they say "the best things in life are hard to get!"...........i smell the irony,its too strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-sleepingover things wont help..............cause you'll wake up sometime and realise the kitchens flooded.......and the cat drank all the milk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-794779315698821221?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/794779315698821221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=794779315698821221' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/794779315698821221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/794779315698821221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/10/oksomeone-once-saidwhen-you-are-highthe.html' title='Festive H[Bl]ues!!pff'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SQiuxwdsUxI/AAAAAAAAAUU/oUs7mugo2mc/s72-c/blah_by_axxon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-1908526593392056024</id><published>2008-10-03T23:13:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-04T00:41:38.701+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Grow Up!!!How much?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SOZse9M921I/AAAAAAAAATw/dqx6hhiholM/s1600-h/stone_age_beaverman_by_striffle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SOZse9M921I/AAAAAAAAATw/dqx6hhiholM/s320/stone_age_beaverman_by_striffle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253005294455085906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OKAY!!!!you know that's like the biggest issue,we deal with it everyday,don't we.........i mean lets get down and dirty,shall we?!?!Straight to the bloody deal huh!?!?No intros,no ice breakers,beating around the bush and no Blogger-friendly starts!!!How grown up are you,ARE WE?Exactly,what this bbbbbbloody term means i have yet to find out.They say "Grow-up"but never specify how much,what in the mighty hell would prove it,prove that WE'RE GROWN UPS!!!What kinna behaviour,antics would make us qualified enough to be considered "smart and mature" .MATURITY!!!oh yes the other favourite, puberty ain't enough man,it needs MUCH MORE than just that,what?? you ask........Do you think i have the wise answer,nope wrong person,sorry to disappoint you!!!&lt;br /&gt;           Cause well apparently i am living among fools ,fools who think they have "grown up".I  mean seriously,what makes you think YOU are a grown up???Just cause you get Jazz,you can solve the trickiest fights in a jiffy,Hitchcock's movies make sense to you,your mom's stop whacking you and well you and your brother/sister don't fight like two bush babies...DOESN'T mean you are by any standards "grown up",because your "immature moment" will come,OH IT BLOODY WILL!Trust me,and all your dreams and whims of "AH I'm SO fly,so mature" will come crashing down.When we say we have grown up,we're so over THAT immature phase what exactly do we mean?Especially in relationships,i mean does that mean you don't think of pick up lines or corny stuff to make the other person feel nice.Does  it mean you don't think of how you would wanna make out or plan how you would pick up a fight?YOU STILL DO THAT!!!!!so what makes you think you have reached that stage when people wont even dare to call you a"kid".I don't know where i stand and you know what I REALLY AM NOT BOTHERED.It eludes me,always.People say they have grown up,and then they do the most unreasonable of things,so where does it leave the others.........it leaves them looking like a fool,a fool who fell for the very elaborate declaration of "I have grown up!".&lt;br /&gt;              I think its the biggest mistake we make,when we try to keep track of how much we have  grown up, to suit our age.Its not like measuring height people,its the metamorphosis of a whole persona,how can you give a verdict with such finality??Its easy said,talking about kids or mortgage or marriage doesn't make one mature.Making a few right choices(by our own stupid standards btw)avoiding a few mud-slinging situations,moving on the past(khee khee khee,you are still trying aren't you?!?!?) sorry to say......er.........is not IT!yer just in process man, no ones all mature,theres always room for immaturity and wild thoughts,so telling it to yourself everyday or telling other, just to make yourself believe the obvious lie....WON'T HELP!!I don't know when we're THERE,i don't even know if we ever will get THERE.I think its all about the the hard- to- achieve worldly standards we set not for ourselves but for others and how we get influenced to fulfill the ones set by others.Me?!?!Oh well i don't think I'm there,I don't get too many glares for  my silly ways so i guess i am fine to be around,but really i am not mature,NOT enough cause i still plan how mean i need to be and with whom,for how many hours will my cell be off,how do i ignore certain people or did i win the last fight i had,if not how could i win the next one...........ahhahhahah,sigh i do I DO I DO!!!!!!I'm not ashamed of myself,but its a disappointment when people make completely "immature" assumption about their own "maturity"....its sad, plain sad.So lets stop keeping a check and let time and situations decide HOW  MUCH  we have grown up,cause frankly speaking i really haven't met a grown up till date!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S-YOU MONKEYS!!!!!!!I hate everyone.....count yourself in.........just leave your name and well a comment to go with it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-1908526593392056024?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/1908526593392056024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=1908526593392056024' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/1908526593392056024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/1908526593392056024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/10/grow-uphow-much.html' title='Grow Up!!!How much?!?!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SOZse9M921I/AAAAAAAAATw/dqx6hhiholM/s72-c/stone_age_beaverman_by_striffle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-5801491456000132928</id><published>2008-09-20T21:45:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-20T22:43:14.169+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Should, i know what i wanna?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmmmmmm&lt;/span&gt;,no this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; one of those night time thoughts which creep up cause you have all the time in the world to fan those stupid thoughts!!!But this is one of those thoughts which pass my mind from time to time,like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;SSSSSSSSSSWWWWWWWWISH&lt;/span&gt;............yeah and the second time they enter my brain shack its slower,cause i start taking them seriously.OK,Question:Should you know MORE then you are suppose to?I mean could it be any good or is it only a way to mess up your already messed up thoughts?I mean there is always a line right between &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;curiosity&lt;/span&gt; and well DANGEROUS curiosity.Dangerous well cause on the other side of it,which is the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fulfillment&lt;/span&gt; of it er......things get pretty ugly......FOR YOU!Yeah i almost pointed a finger there,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hahhahahha&lt;/span&gt;!Anyway,yeah so we were talking about curiosity,ah i have oodles of it and i hide it.......hahahha..its almost like me having my"coming out" moments right now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;HAHAHHAHHAHHAHAH&lt;/span&gt;,only that m straight.......yeah well!&lt;br /&gt;                                        I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know you know,sometimes i feel i have a right when i just need to know,but well then i get all.......ah man i cant deal with my own life why should i go about snooping into someones shitty underpants,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;hehehheheh&lt;/span&gt;.................ah THE FILTH!!!sigh,seriously when do you know yer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;trespassing&lt;/span&gt; on someones personal space?I mean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; never had any issues but i just wonder,IF.............IF(I said "IF")I let go........how ugly could it be?AND its not  something i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;associate&lt;/span&gt; with one person,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; talking about everyone i know of........i mean when you come down to "I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt; wanna know" its not too nice,the sound of it..............right?you know i always felt if someone wants you to know something they will come and tell you all by themselves,but well WHAT DID I KNOW,they're all a bunch of attention seekers,AND I COUNT MYSELF IN TOO!!!You always need a bit of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;temme&lt;/span&gt; please,come on,its me,you could tell me!"&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!!!You know when do i feel guilty,i feel guilty when i know a bit more than what the person thinks i know........i feel i spoil it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;for&lt;/span&gt; myself,I lose from both sides,HOW?I'll tell you,see if the person tells me.....i feel sad cause well i know it already or well cause its a sad thing to know like a confession.........i feel sad cause i already saw it coming and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;COULDN'T&lt;/span&gt; do anything,helpless!and well the other side..........if the person &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; tell me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sad again,cause i was deprived of it.......OH THAT HURTS!&lt;br /&gt;                              Sometimes i feel i have too many secrets,and sorting them out becomes an issue.It not fun you know too have too many of them cause then you've to play safe,not let out...........its like you're in soundproof room and you cant really do anything.......you gotta break down those walls,to let out,TO GET OUT!And my biggest secret is well,that I AM CURIOUS.........i wanna know,i wanna know why things happen and why they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;............but well keeping that relatively cool, composed  "i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really wanna know" gimmick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; really let me,SAD!!!!Gimmicks,oh come on all o you play them everyday........so well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; sympathize with me,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;no ones&lt;/span&gt; any good.And you know what its a two way road,if one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; be so stuck up the other wont reciprocate the same way,so we're all at fault somewhere............and well i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even feel better blaming it on the others,I know i do it somewhere too!I think we spoil it for ourselves and then we go about looking for someone else to clean the mess.......AH WHAT LOSERS!WHAT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;BABYS&lt;/span&gt;!And well this bears testimony.........I can see it coming..........I SO can.........sigh.......and i cant do anything about it.........MAN I WANT A CHANGE O PLANS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-Plans.........eh........like i have any major ones.........no i do i think...........and all i can think of is a dialogue-"One woman,one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;zipka&lt;/span&gt; one life".........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;hahahhahhahhaha&lt;/span&gt;,AND checkout this flick "little black diaries",I felt DISCOVERED, man!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-5801491456000132928?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/5801491456000132928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=5801491456000132928' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/5801491456000132928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/5801491456000132928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/09/should-i-know-what-i-wanna.html' title='Should, i know what i wanna?'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-4016706812103313951</id><published>2008-09-11T21:26:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-11T22:40:22.512+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its all good,FOLKS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SMlNEZmRuKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/do_V8fff76o/s1600-h/dsc01008editmf9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SMlNEZmRuKI/AAAAAAAAAOA/do_V8fff76o/s320/dsc01008editmf9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244807979035900066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh,being practical is it easy for you people?like doing things acceptable by the worldly standards?i mean don't you give into temptation of doing something you like and ONLY like,something which makes you feel like jumping into it without even giving it a thought or second thought??!?!I mean i can't say "I've been doing some thinking" cause i do it alot these days............er.......and always!!!I mean don't know myself all that well and it seems like i always need someone to help me know ME!You get it?I don't know if i do,cause its like waking up every morning with a plan,and deciding to follow it with all your heart,feeling you know yourself.And then someone comes and makes you feel so good, even without having a plan you can be all good in control of yourself and your life!And we think its all us,we,me,I..........just to realize later that it never was you.........it was him......AND only him.Someone else who made you feel you could stand up on your two feet,breathe free,love the wrongs you did and that theres always a way to make it turn around.&lt;br /&gt;                      I've never been too practical,seriously....NEVER,and its all good.....it all works out for me.I get wise with time and i get wise when i have someone with me,anyone......i always do.Someone always comes my way and makes it worth living,makes me feel its all good and that the ones who live the practical way are missing out on something,HA!Isn't being practical the safer way to live?Don't do this its so stupid wont be any good!Don't do that its too unconventional and too lame wont happen!I mean isn't that being a wimp,just doing something which works,isn't that like serving your scared ego,which is scared to fall...........cause your just too bloody good to lose?!?I've ruined many a things being what I'm not,being practical and OH SO PRAGMATIC!!!&lt;br /&gt;i cant manage all that,that's not me,cause then probably my whole life would be a fantasy!!&lt;br /&gt;                   Probably then i wouldn't have fallen in love,cause seriously that's the BIGGEST  mistake you would love to do!!Hey loving yourself takes a backseat once in a while AND that's not a rosy picture my friend!!I mean i wont say i was practical...........but i guess i always was scared you know,to commit.Not commitment phobic,sheesh that's like some Sexually transmitted disease people are proud of!I mean i was good having fun.........single life isn't the best thing if you always wanted someone....but if you have no plans..........OH ITS ORGASMIC!!!!Trust me,messing around with some,the chase.........and then you do something stupid,you laugh about later,AH DAMN,kills me!!!!!But then if you have no plans,love might be the creepiest thing ever,really..........someone being all nice to you for no sexual,mental,financial,social gains.........er doesn't fit in,does it?its like something which grows on to you like a bad-nice-looking fungi,and they say things which grow on to you,are the best things hehehh!!Its not like i was a cold heartless bitch(er....bt i do play that gimmick)and love changed me,OH NO NO,you're taking this thing too seriously,ahhahhahah.I always took love seriously,seriously enough that i thought i would never fall in it till i'm 25 or 24,cause 17/18 doesn't really seem that sorta age to do SERIOUS stuff,hahahhahah...........DAMN ,WHAT A KID!!!!WE are really shallow at this age,very straight about what we want,very stubborn about things,nothing will change our mind,NOTHING AT ALL.And why should it,we've got all we want "a life,people thinking I'm cool,good clothes,I've slept with a hot chick,I know what snow blowing is,OH MAN I'M GOD!!".Shit you call that grown up,ha,!No wonders we're still called juvenile by people,we're not really adults even when we're 18,the constitution was written when a whole different race of men lived,so don't take it too seriously!!!sigh,i love being 18 i liked 17 better though,but its good.........I'm just gearing up i guess for the big stuff ahead, right?I dream alot,and they always come true...weird ain't it?!?!doesn't fit into your practical set up.........hahahah.......cause for you life's always "a cold hard,struggle up hill!!",hahahhahhahhahhahhahhahha.Get a grip,its your life and Hitlers dead........lets just live it......and love it........and make it good,SHALL WE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-I love you.............and I'm not talking to Dave Matthews here.........:P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-4016706812103313951?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/4016706812103313951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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those unwanted finger calories then looking up and reading what i just wrote.....I'M BLOGGING!!!AGAIN!!!ah its been  a WHOLE MONTH,EVEN MORE.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Sheesh&lt;/span&gt;!!what was i thinking,that i can SO do without this blog!!!!HOW VERY STUPIDLY ARROGANT OF ME!!!I cant to without this thing........ALL APOLOGIZES!!but hey i bet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; has changed in yer lives,even you.Me,i don't know how much I've changed,i still love the color green,I'm still sarky,I still sleep late.......and think of the same things.BUT,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;alots&lt;/span&gt; been going on and when i say that i mean it........i have amazing rapports with people i didn't even think i would ever wanna know,no not in the bad sense,as in when you're going on you think you don't need anyone,what good can he/she be.But then you realize,DAMN!!!This is so cool!!!where were they all this while?&lt;br /&gt;                 Honestly,on the emotional front it seems I'm always surprised,like how could i react this way?I mean its a new day for me,and i realize i don't know myself all that well.I really don't!!!And its not the best feeling sometimes,cause you're lost and confused and you think and Re-think and have thoughts then of course second thoughts........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;AAAAAAAAAAA&lt;/span&gt;,what a mess!!!!&lt;br /&gt;You know that feeling when you get something you always wanted ?i don't know, i really reacted in the complete opposite way,of what i thought.I just didn't know what to do with it,NOW THAT I HAVE IT.AND then comes in the part played by those "sweet things".........they're there to sort it out for me.I don't really know why people like me ,no seriously i don't mean to sound modest or anything.But i wonder,its not really an easy thing to like someone,not for me,but then i don't really hate anyone either.I really wonder why?And i get various answers,nice to the ear, pleasing to the eye............I CANT HEAR ON &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GTALK&lt;/span&gt; NOW CAN I!!!anyway,I've come a long way,and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; o people will agree with me,I've seen bad luck,heartache,boredom,cat aids................&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;AHHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAH&lt;/span&gt; ,STELLAR!!!but seriously,that's what life is a circle 360 degrees,comes back as ugly or pretty you left it.........pretty in my case,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;neh&lt;/span&gt; i guess its too soon to say how pretty or ugly, but I'm hanging on.I'm still JUST a girl,i mite be oxygen to some the god of this blog but i cant do much,sigh!I wonder &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;,and i feel stupid ,cause its not like the others do the same right?EGO HASSLES!!!oh god i cant seem to get over them,quite like the guy i couldn't get over.BUT i have to learn,I SO HAVE TO.You know it doesn't really feel nice when you know something horrible is gonna happen and you still cant do anything about it,the hopeless situation.&lt;br /&gt;                        HOW TO SPOIL A RELATIONSHIP!!I have to learn that,cause it seems i could be the master of it,sigh.I mean I'm ready to be practical,but I'm NOT naturally pragmatic.I'm a little confused you know,cause i usually end up thinking about where do i stand,in life ,in a relationship............ANY RELATIONSHIP.Sometimes when you want someone to be there,they aren't,..........but someone else is,so what should i do,who should i value more........sigh quite a pickle to be in!!I've hated comparisons,i still do i always will!and i hate to say this but they make me feel down real down.Love,another thing which drives me crazy..........and the only thing which makes me go all "I DON'T KNOW,LEAVE ME ALONE!!!"I totally hate people who go all"i don't know!"that's like such a bummer man.....WHO ELSE WOULD???I'm a little scared,liking someone THAT much,its quite a risk,cause you either you fall terribly in love with yourself or you forget to love yourself!!And I've never really loved anyone all that much....besides myself.......NEVER.No, mum dad friends Paul Walker Dave Matthews.........there different cases.But this is different.You know its like this investment,LOVE IS,trust me,you put in your time,money,feelings ,emotions(THIS IS THE BIGGEST RISK,PHEW!!!) so its got to be good,durable, long,how long,i don't know I'm not an expert.But yeah its quite an investment,so you gotta be sure,OK i sound stupid but you have to ,i mean trust me I'm not really the nicest person to be around,OK YOU ALL TRUST ME THEN!I'm still new in the land of unconditional,selfless love....AND ALL THAT &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MUMBO&lt;/span&gt; JUMBO!!but I've never shied away from anything that's come my way,so I'm not a wimp...................but i don't talk too much about it.......i mean i do but not too much,saving it for a rainy day!!!!!I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kinna&lt;/span&gt; the one time thing person,i could be shallow but I'm not shallow as a person,i know it,cause i wont be thinking so much,typing all this...........and now i realise i always end up standing where I left ............I WONDER............I STILL DO.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;LeRoi&lt;/span&gt; Moore,the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dmb&lt;/span&gt; saxophonist died on 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; afternoon........ah god.........its horrible man,RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-and whoever has been viewing my blog..........I LOVE YOU.........i mean this is called selfless love,so this post is to whoever they are,wish you a flavoured luck.........RAD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-i've been listening to Romeo and Juliet,again........i dont know its like i never heard it this way.......and i love it...........and i'm confused cause i dont really know the exact meaning of it.AND yeah IAMX........saaaaaaaxy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-4073596484411042223?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/4073596484411042223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=4073596484411042223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/4073596484411042223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/4073596484411042223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/08/whats-newhell-lot_24.html' title='Whats new???HELL LOT!!!!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SLD0x8KQQXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/AFAxs3h2VlE/s72-c/hello_by_sadrra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-5369205783119468848</id><published>2008-07-06T21:49:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-06T22:55:20.614+05:30</updated><title type='text'>i still blog here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SHD-6_Rk99I/AAAAAAAAANY/PPtV63KJe4o/s1600-h/hey_by_amantsdeminuit.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219952257493432274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SHD-6_Rk99I/AAAAAAAAANY/PPtV63KJe4o/s320/hey_by_amantsdeminuit.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ITS RAINING,and i love this earth,lets save it.....sigh......OK the worldly custom....HEY........so now i can do this,it feels new being here,ITS BEEN A WHILE since the last post.......and something dawned on me while i was having tea which tasted like some aliens piss,its was horrible,no that's not the point,the point is i just realised being happy is almost a compulsion.NO real think about it i mean,you do everything to be happy.......its like life isn't normal without"happiness".we have no regards for any emotion but happiness.You go through pain,just because you hope to find happiness ultimately.You actually do everything for it,its almost like a food web........or like the family tree ,only upside down.you know its amazing how we don't think about stupid things,we should....they could make your day.Like how two strangers come together,I DON'T MEAN JUST LOVERS,anyone.I sound like those drags right now who go like "isn't the human body such a mystery"...........but hey its quite true,I mean its all A trivial chemical reaction,but in the worldly sense its huge"LOVE,HATRED,AGONY"...i mean it lead to epics and tragedies...........like the butterfly effect..........yeah i love this term........sometimes i feel like a careless blogger,you know i don't feel any responsibility towards my readers,WHOA I'm no star blogger but then i know of people who don't blog cause they think "its not really worth a good read,what i have in mind",and mind it,it could take them months to come up with something good,BY THEIR STANDARDS.No they aren't wimps,they in fact are so serious about a level they've set for themselves,its like felony or something.I don't even think about what I'm gonna write here.........i mean its like i wanna make my fingers worklose those extra calories,or use it as an alibi for not helping my bro with his projects,but then its a constructive lie,i don't think such a thing exists.I feel tired,i mean don't you? sometimes you get tired of doing nothing?or thinking of the same thing.....my brains all bored no inspiration. i meet alot of people everyday,but zilch,nothing no excitement..................FUCK FUCK TIME..........i mean in my brain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na,predictable love story,with loads of songs,nice ones...............and the typical airport climax,i mean i loved it,but i don't expect a guy to run to a girl, break all rules...........i mean i don't know such guy,do you?Do call me if yer one o them......no no i don't wanna date you just wanna interview you,ask you "WHERE DID YOUR BALLS GO TODAY?"............you need balls for that,i mean DAIYYAM!And then my friend sitting next to me went all "I wish i had such a boi,in my life!".........ah god when will girls stop wishing for supermen and "nice guys"...........no I'm one o them too...and i hate myself for wishing that............i mean to think of it world peace can take a hike when you're talking to a heartbroken chick...............its no use....peace in the world has no meaning if she's not at peace with her world........and I'm not so proud to be her....but i cant help it ............and hey i don't piss anyone off,so I'm good.And time flew by...........its 10:19........and i wonder how someone can put his ego aside.................and be nice even though others were rude...........i mean I'm so jealous of that........i have a beeeeeg ego.And its not an asset........HOW HOW HOW????.The past month sucked, i saw Tashan 7 times.........YEAH I WAS SO DESPERATE FOR SOME ACTION,OK no ,i don't mean to sound how i did..but yeah........Soul Plane is kinky.........REAL REAL KINKY.And sometimes yer cousins can turn into sluts...yeah its like a revolution and the youngest of kids can have the biggest of brains.And no matter what you do it takes time to let it go,you just cant rush......you cant rush time and wasting it is a taboo..........TIME wins.........its like don't mess with it,take it seriously.........nice note to end on,and i will go on to a lil hiatus again....WORK..........sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;psst-IT crowd's on T.V......ah man eets not all that bad,this life!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-5369205783119468848?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/5369205783119468848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=5369205783119468848' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/5369205783119468848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/5369205783119468848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-still-blog-here.html' title='i still blog here'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SHD-6_Rk99I/AAAAAAAAANY/PPtV63KJe4o/s72-c/hey_by_amantsdeminuit.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-7843781397129621671</id><published>2008-06-24T15:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:24:51.321+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Story I'm In...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SGDSMeCmItI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Mp06NCUWDiI/s1600-h/Old_Letters_by_MichaelArm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215399480159249106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SGDSMeCmItI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Mp06NCUWDiI/s320/Old_Letters_by_MichaelArm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Curbside Prophet's Note-ah OK................i was not exactly blank,a little outta touch with, me....its nice coming back TO THIS LITTLE HUMBLE PLACE,called My Blog.so this thing right here is a piece(I'm still very much confused what makes a good song,so piece is all i can call it as of now)is very special to me .i wrote it ages back....so i cant really remember what exactly went on in my brain-shack..........hehehhe............THEN.But i love it.........EETS GOOOOOD TO BE BACK,SMACK THOSE NUTS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The crazy days,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still dancing in the blue haze,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The nothingness,the laze,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The passing clouds they're just a phase,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm scratching my head but I've learnt the worldly ways,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still yearn for that warm touch and that undivided gaze,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i wont settle for what my heart says,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its still beautiful where i look,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another leaf in the same old book,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But this is a nice story to tell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How she smiled coming back from hell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scorched ,but she loved the sin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its a nice story ,the story I'm in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The greens have been greener than before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The greys don't wanna be grey anymore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Black is so bright,it killed the folklore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But red still bleeds from ever pore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When sadness took to remorse and gore,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world couldn't take it and ended the war,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope crept in from the window,when i closed the door,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sea raged but i reached the shore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;psst-AH............SIGH........AH FUCKETY SHEEETS........now i yam blank........i'm quite bored nowadays.......do comment.....or pick up a fight with me or call me.........AH YEAH COMMENT.......oh i mentioned it........and yeah i'm still not distracted........jdxhchqeheixnh.......k i'm back, spread the word&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-7843781397129621671?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/7843781397129621671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=7843781397129621671' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7843781397129621671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7843781397129621671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/06/story-im-in.html' title='The Story I&apos;m In...'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SGDSMeCmItI/AAAAAAAAANQ/Mp06NCUWDiI/s72-c/Old_Letters_by_MichaelArm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-8093936824925168659</id><published>2008-06-07T22:00:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-07T22:59:20.397+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Passing thoughts,the coulds..........which come back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SErFJJVKRKI/AAAAAAAAANI/J-C8ZkUPoxU/s1600-h/Brain_Final_Exam_by_flyk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SErFJJVKRKI/AAAAAAAAANI/J-C8ZkUPoxU/s320/Brain_Final_Exam_by_flyk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209192679921566882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HALLO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ah OK you smell "hyper"..........yes i yam a little high.....ah OK been low,so now i yam high .life's not all that hazy,clearer,not the best view but hey its pretty............BANG BANG BANG!!!!PUN INTENDED!&lt;br /&gt;sigh...........no this ain't the sad sigh its like the "sigh,the piss is gone,BLISS COMES HERE".......yeah I'm not EXCITED,cause being satisfied is more important I've realized satisfaction stays,excitement goes,catches the early train to the "Down Town".So I'm satisfied......its gonna stay,excited people are easy to bring down ,those wings are weak,cut them off and there goes the bird,hehehhe.........the air smells different,or maybe i feel different,its more welcoming,Thank you to everybody who was there,wont name them........i know who they are,BANG BANG BANG..........the feeling i lost found me again,the feeling of being good to me........to well make me self happy,sorry.........ME..........but we're doing good,we're back in business,we're socialising and loving it..........I'm tired but i like this feeling,i will sleep well,early,like all of you guys do...like satisfied people do.......BANG BANG BANG.........damn i love doing it!&lt;br /&gt;                        The weather is good,the sun was pissed again,its kinna yellow and miffed,pink would make it good,heheh.......neh I'm not going back from where i came,it was good,but i love missing it........i do have wild thoughts,i go crazy, lose it,think weird stuff.........but then thinking is OK,just passing thoughts.............sometimes they die sometimes they take a U-turn,pass again........its OK I'm 18 I can manage,i learnt my life's major lessons being 17,so 18 is OK........BRING IT ON.........&lt;br /&gt;                                         Hope,its still there lingering,waiting to take over,I still wonder alot,where could it be...........will i crash into it,but hey its all a passing thought they don't play fuck-fuck in my mind anymore.......hehehh.............they just pay a visit,I just acknowledge them.......and they go.......Wishes,do they reach the right address,I always send them..........i hope they do......some did.........WILD ones..........ah wild is always eye-catching hehehheh..........I wished I always do.........i always will.so well I'm living my life like i said,ALWAYS ON MY AGENDA...........plans,neh........they never work for me,rain check?!?!Ah nope none,I'm good,its too much of rethinking,AND I DON'T ADVICE THAT,just think, works,good,doesn't,cry and live it............there is no way out,you have to live it,love it when the evening looks bright and live it even when its a pitch dark night,AH DAMN,whoa,I'm in the mood,just a thought...PASSING THOUGHT,hehheheheh..............music,its always playing it never stops,i just started hearing it again,and i realised it was always there i was probably  deaf for a while.....it was sweet then sweet now.........I guess I just felt bitter,BUT I'M GOOD,BANG BANG BANG...........livin it,diggin it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-Look around,you might just spot me,I'm the one with that smile.........yeah its kinna back :)))!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-8093936824925168659?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/8093936824925168659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=8093936824925168659' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/8093936824925168659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/8093936824925168659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/06/passing-thoughtsthe-couldswhich-come.html' title='Passing thoughts,the coulds..........which come back!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SErFJJVKRKI/AAAAAAAAANI/J-C8ZkUPoxU/s72-c/Brain_Final_Exam_by_flyk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-8416378131625117051</id><published>2008-06-04T01:10:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-04T01:42:25.278+05:30</updated><title type='text'>She's green,clean..........she's 18!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SEWi-iismbI/AAAAAAAAANA/rbq4MIDoxBo/s1600-h/Picture+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207747739431770546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SEWi-iismbI/AAAAAAAAANA/rbq4MIDoxBo/s320/Picture+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm 18,so?i can watch porn,so?i never cared bout rules when i was 17 so,porn is past and stupid and smutty........i feel numb no adulthood blues are yet to set in,i still feel the teen GREEN pressure.AND yes i have to smile......so :)))).........OK that does it.Gifts,nep not yet........what do i want........AH.......no I'm not supposed to want it.........one BIG GINORMOUS THANKS TO "buddy boi"..........a.k.a. "kinky boi".....thanks pal,yer a nice old fella.what have i learnt after 18 long happy,bright years...........i made wrong decisions,but i set them wright later.........i made wrong judgements,but we're good,OH WE ARE!I got love and then it went,BUT hope came in,and I'm good.I am witty i realized,never tried to be funny just happened like an untimely pregnancy,hehehhehe.I made friends,some of them are close.............some are there i still see them and they will be there.I got respect from younger gits,felt good.I was praised i worked for it,and it felt fair.I broke hearts,I'M SORRY.I got compliments,i was left speechless,i was criticized .......i was raging inside but then it made a life!I learnt i cant move on easily,but i can try and i'm good at that.......I look back alot.........lived a life.....I guess all i could manage,I mean most people just die trying,I had my 1st crush,1st love,Best friends,secret soceities,FUN,mortifying moments............I have a blog....and today i will thank everybody i can think of,any and everyone , here goes-no particular order,Mum.......YER THE WOMAN!Dad,salaami,akshay,the lil git,vikram b,ass-tralian,massis........YER THE BOMBS,rishab,my 1st guy pal,where ever you are JAH BLESS,shreya,best pal.......FITCH,himani......damn yer always there,dishi.....yer oxygen,sneha....sorry...but i'll get to you,mridi.....i can never hate you for long,dolly,i miss the old you,saloni,you werent there for long but i'll always remember you,apoorva....yer just awefuckinsome.ANT.......prettiest boi EVER......loads to say,so just thanks.SG,my first crush.......and best boi pal!bastab....you were kinna cool.dani.....damn man where are you?yogi.....yer good.anupama thanks for the comment.RAHUL.........uuummm yer great and kinky...CANT THANK YOU ENUFF.Nanny......man yer hot.you started it all.........Punkd bitch....thanks ya.ridhi di...fave sis.akul b.........damn we never fought ya.rohit b........yer a sick lover.gautam b.....sahi ho bhai.kartik....heeheh........yer so real,thanx.shipra.......damn yer still my first BEST pal...heheh.TRASH.....yer more than just that,trust me!ranjan......i dont know...thanx for the wish and well ting ting,lol.MUSIC........you lived my life with me......and yer still playing!I just want wishes,they are bloody important.........and i wish i got that one wish........sigh.........i wont weep..........coz I'M THE BIRTHDAY GIRL,THEY DON'T CRY...........and my BLOG,my life........sigh...........WHOA WHOA WHOA................thanx everybody.............i've ever known...sluts, hoes,dogs,fakers,LIVE IT UP...........SCREAM...BREAK GLASS...KILL BUGS HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME!i love you,sigh ,said it..........oh that was ME to ME.........she's nice,i like her.............and thats my fave pic,so the others  dont get offended.....I LOVE YOU..........ALL..........its my day so my fave pic.I thanked everybody coz well i hope my wishes reach whoever isnt here.........or wont wish me,i know who it is........sigh....I'M HAPPY ,PEOPLE.............and today i will listen to every song which made me feel blue and weird,sway,eve,the apple of my eye,everything.......I HAVE THE BALLS TO!OK that was stupid............I'LL live my life cause i'll be dead sometime not too soon,but i will so i shall live it the best way possible............ZATS ALL FOLKS.............but this aint the last of me you've seen here........i own this thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5548587606091280246-8416378131625117051?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/8416378131625117051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=8416378131625117051' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/8416378131625117051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/8416378131625117051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-18soi-can-watch-pornsoi-never-cared.html' title='She&apos;s green,clean..........she&apos;s 18!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SEWi-iismbI/AAAAAAAAANA/rbq4MIDoxBo/s72-c/Picture+162.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-6872536101600207410</id><published>2008-06-02T23:00:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-03T00:39:28.911+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Guess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SEQ7WyismZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IpxpMnyHK_U/s1600-h/Question_by_xBean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SEQ7WyismZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IpxpMnyHK_U/s320/Question_by_xBean.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207352331857598866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curbside Prophet's Note-AH,OK this one right here,is the product of a series of questions i asked myself,well sometimes you just question yourself cause answers and getting them is a tough thing to do.The piece(i guess its more like a song) below is a little sarcastic,not  forced sarcasm just came out like that.There is one person who can answer them all but then who knows where that person is.Maybe I do know,I guess.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lemon made it bitter,i guess&lt;br /&gt;The wind made the mess,I guess&lt;br /&gt;The sun burnt  me ,I guess&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't you&lt;br /&gt;The days grew shorter,I guess&lt;br /&gt;The nights grew brighter,I guess&lt;br /&gt;The moon went home so soon,I guess&lt;br /&gt;That I lost you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;"It wasn't me" you said&lt;br /&gt;You just smiled and went to bed&lt;br /&gt;I doubt,but i guess I'm still not dead&lt;br /&gt;If I still spin in your head&lt;br /&gt;You know,its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last word wasnt goodbye,I guess&lt;br /&gt;The earth let out a sigh,I guess&lt;br /&gt;The rain made me cry,I guess&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't you&lt;br /&gt;The music was loud,I guess&lt;br /&gt;The love hid behind a cloud,I guess&lt;br /&gt;What was weak was the vow,I guess&lt;br /&gt;That I lost you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;"It wasn't me" you said&lt;br /&gt;You just smiled and went to bed&lt;br /&gt;I doubt,but i guess I'm still not dead&lt;br /&gt;If I still spin in your head&lt;br /&gt;You know,its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote you a song,I know&lt;br /&gt;The pain isn't so sweet,I know&lt;br /&gt;There are broken pieces around,I know&lt;br /&gt;Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;My heart won't change its mind,I know&lt;br /&gt;The world is still slow,I know&lt;br /&gt;Its lost its glow,I know&lt;br /&gt;Don't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;"It wasn't me" you said&lt;br /&gt;You just smiled and went to bed&lt;br /&gt;I doubt,but i guess I'm still not dead&lt;br /&gt;If I still spin in your head&lt;br /&gt;You know,its true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-I dont know what sucks,but questions do.......they play fuck-fuck in my brain........monkey crap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-6872536101600207410?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/6872536101600207410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=6872536101600207410' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/6872536101600207410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/6872536101600207410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-guess.html' title='I Guess'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SEQ7WyismZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/IpxpMnyHK_U/s72-c/Question_by_xBean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-3830927044101243453</id><published>2008-05-28T17:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-29T08:01:28.352+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its a stupid Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SD1OZQtfD6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/142kjFO7Q-A/s1600-h/crush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205402940199604130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SD1OZQtfD6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/142kjFO7Q-A/s320/crush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curbside Prophet's note-Well,sometimes you don't write about what you're feeling at the moment,instead something completely opposite cause then probably you know how its all seems from a distance.I'm not in love not even close.....not even a crush.........NOTHING,ZILCH........BUT i still write a song(i guess)about someone in love.........sigh..........its was fun writing it during my English lesson,when the worst female ever born on planet earth was sucking life outta fellow classmates,I found something human enough to write about,SO IT SAVED A LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you want something so bad,&lt;br /&gt;More than anything you ever had,&lt;br /&gt;Its the blush on my face which gives it away,&lt;br /&gt;When you know everything I don't wanna say,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the biggest fool i could ever be,&lt;br /&gt;I love you so hopelessly can't you see?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I'm scared what if you really know,&lt;br /&gt;That i love you,I love you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;But till then its gonna be the same,&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be a loon and I'll be lame,&lt;br /&gt;Its blow by blow in this stupid game,&lt;br /&gt;Someone lost every time it came,&lt;br /&gt;I lost already,I've put myself to shame,&lt;br /&gt;But its you,you're to be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its creepy how you read my mind,&lt;br /&gt;The reason and the feeling behind,&lt;br /&gt;I hate you,I hate you for this,&lt;br /&gt;But you cheer me up and I'm in this weird state of bliss,&lt;br /&gt;You make me giggle,don't make me cry,&lt;br /&gt;Don't envy the other guys its all a lie,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But till then its gonna be the same,&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be a loon and I'll be lame,&lt;br /&gt;Its blow by blow in this stupid game,&lt;br /&gt;Someone lost every time it came,&lt;br /&gt;I lost already,I've put myself to shame,&lt;br /&gt;But its you,you're to be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I have you,&lt;br /&gt;But i don't wanna lose you,&lt;br /&gt;You kill me but i don't wanna shoot you,&lt;br /&gt;You're right here,but i wanna be close to you,&lt;br /&gt;Its more like a dream,but it seems true to you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never say it but yeah i wanna be in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But till then its gonna be the same,&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be a loon and I'll be lame,&lt;br /&gt;Its blow by blow in this stupid game,&lt;br /&gt;Someone lost every time it came,&lt;br /&gt;I lost already,I've put myself to shame,&lt;br /&gt;But its you,you're to be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-HOW COULD I WRITE THIS,there is not even a bone of mush in me.........DAMN FUCKETY ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-3830927044101243453?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/3830927044101243453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=3830927044101243453' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/3830927044101243453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/3830927044101243453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-stupid-game.html' title='Its a stupid Game'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SD1OZQtfD6I/AAAAAAAAAL4/142kjFO7Q-A/s72-c/crush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-4148782951220409631</id><published>2008-05-27T23:55:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-28T02:00:03.905+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HA,and they said "thats life!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SDxkjQtfD5I/AAAAAAAAALw/xiL901_XEYU/s1600-h/Puzzle_by_LechuguitaReverde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205145826277396370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SDxkjQtfD5I/AAAAAAAAALw/xiL901_XEYU/s320/Puzzle_by_LechuguitaReverde.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its late,sometimes its too late...............uuummm i don't really know what i intend to say.But then i never do cause if i did i wouldn't be lying to myself.sigh,last few days,tough yes........a new person came outta me and well felt outta place,in new shoes.............not a good fit....but you gotta wear them now don't you?A heavy heart,a passing thought,a sinking feeling,sleep but not a sound one,new faces but not all that endearing.This guy i know,a friend i consider him, yes,no prenups heheheheh,so well he was sad,kinna blue.........OK really sad..........I don't know but well i did forget my life long regret and felt his heart,I really thought he deserves better...........maybe a fair chance, a successful story.I never get to hear a "happy ending"............like that line goes "Happy endings, they still don't bore me ,But they, they have a way ,They have a way to make you pay".I'm not sad,just a little angry not cause life is "unfair"............well there is nothing like a fair life,some rich bastard came up with that term probably,whose candy was snatched by some less deserving git.YEAH,I think that way..........life is life,don't type cast it like you do it to every thing.I hate it,I love it...........but then i still live it.Its not a job but then we get paid.Its not sex but you gotta do it..........and i really don't know who in the bluest hell came up with "life is a bitch,and nobody dies a virgin".............damn........HE seriously needs a life,i mean it ,a normal one,whatever that means!I'm still trying to make my life,give it shape make it ah well "live-able".......I usually do miss somethings, i always do............and i can't fight it,I miss myself as of now.My biggest achievement and regret in the last few days.............I MOVED ON...........alot........thats not what i was like,but i am now,and its not really nice to know!"In the wee small hours of the morning"......Jamie Cullum............ah well i could weep a little.........i don't even know why but i could,I don't even know what i lost but i did............and what i won I'm still to discover.THAT'S LIFE,crumbling before ones eyes,rising in front of the others...........a wave probably..........but then hey don't typecast it...........its ah ummmmm i don't know LINGERIE..............hahahahhaha seriously you don't know what it is.........Its life,and it goes on,DAMN IT SOUNDS SOOOOO SAD............this guy I once knew said "AH well its been years since i thought about her,but its nice that you're here"...........and well he moved on.........good for him.........he knows he's got a life,WHO'S HE?!?!?AH well i wish i knew too..........yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I'm sorry Mary,but its over".........damn ,why do people sing such songs.........like its real cool huh,"ah yeah suck it up,but i don't really like you now............so see ya ah ummmmmmm NEVER!"............and stupid Mary.........she might be all..."damn he was nice".......sugar coated shit in a nice candy box.But then,its what it is.........NO I DON'T HATE ANYONE,damn even i have a life.............so I'll live it........selfish me I'll stuff it with love,why hate..........hate is like the other form of love............you just can't get enough of disliking that person.........sigh,but try not to do that too much,waste of time...........instead fall in love with yourself........no seriously,I HAVE TO..........i keep falling for others and well it ain't that swell.NOW some would go like,damn shes heart broken real bad...........uuummm OK,a little but i can't always think about it in public hehehhe,yes i do think of it.........not that much yeah but when it rains i do..........its a good excuse,no one bothers you,heheheh................TIME TO BE EMO...........or for others to get "horny"............neh its just a good time to think about life and its ways.I always get "that's life,it goes on"..............i mean in different ways but i do..........I also realised we're all fibbers,all of us,to live life we lie............ah i don't really trust anyone now,NO NO NO,I'm not cynical,just that no one takes you along,and why should they............WE ALL HAVE A LIFE,fair enough..........so i have to get one for myself,my kinna life..........SATISFACTION...........i never seem to find it and i realised i miss everything which gave me satisfaction that its life and its good or at least it will be,like my friend in Delhi or this chap i knew ah nice guy, but nice guys no easy business or this other chap the friend i spoke of........ah didn't really speak to him today,anyway........and well I'll miss a whole lot o people when they're gone..........i don't want to so i pray they don't go...........I'm still an amateur in the class of "MOVING ON"...........I can't even forget a stupid song which reminds me of somebody,its hard.........when its everywhere.HAHAHA"did you get my message" is playing............nice song...........did you all get mine?i hope you did,cause its better to see others rot in hell and know what its like,hehehehhe,yeah cause we're all a part of the mob,which gapes at someone in pain or gets excited to see someone happy.............ALL OF US...........so look at me I'm just living my life,that's my plan for the rest of my life...........cause every time i said "I hate living it!" they said "That's life!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S.-"Amen,Omen"..........Ben Harper..........sorry to everyone,I was just avoiding my blog.And then i decided lets be true to one thing at least,or lets trust something besides meself.........stop pretending all of you,its not a great sport.........and i know you all do........i do hate you for it.........and somewhere myself too,goodnight.......if its good enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S.-I miss it,sigh.........i still do........and i don't lie now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.P.S.-And those trying to end it..........don't rush things that'll happen too,HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHHAHAH,sorry........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-4148782951220409631?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/4148782951220409631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=4148782951220409631' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/4148782951220409631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/4148782951220409631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/haand-they-said-thats-life.html' title='HA,and they said &quot;thats life!&quot;'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SDxkjQtfD5I/AAAAAAAAALw/xiL901_XEYU/s72-c/Puzzle_by_LechuguitaReverde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-7543345754775434084</id><published>2008-05-25T03:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-25T03:53:52.638+05:30</updated><title type='text'>NEW PLAYLISTS :D</title><content type='html'>AH well long time............i feel a little outta place in my own world.........its the worst thing ever.........some said "you haven't blogged in a while!".......yeah sorry folks........just a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fuckety&lt;/span&gt; time.........but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; be back.....for now just look at the various changes in here..........OK 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;PLAYLISTS&lt;/span&gt;......... thought of catering all yer musical desires(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hhhhmmm&lt;/span&gt; it sounds a bit weird)anyway.....the 1st as in the red one in all INDIE,the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; one,blue one is all JAZZ,3rd one,grey is all adult &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;contemprary&lt;/span&gt; and lastly the black one is all rock...........so there it is.........choose........suit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;yourself&lt;/span&gt;.............and as far as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; concerned.......I'LL BE BACK SOON FORM THE MOON...........yeah just wait!TO THE GOOD MUSIC WE MAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.-do take a look at the poll and well vote........and there is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;B'day&lt;/span&gt; reminder.........DO WISH ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-7543345754775434084?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/7543345754775434084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=7543345754775434084' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7543345754775434084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7543345754775434084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-playlists-d.html' title='NEW PLAYLISTS :D'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-9020586389535445270</id><published>2008-05-18T23:55:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:13:18.074+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Come wander with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SDCADJ40IdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3t2c_abEIlI/s1600-h/Wanderer_by_SadTimes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SDCADJ40IdI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/3t2c_abEIlI/s320/Wanderer_by_SadTimes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201798361295102418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.........the night,dark,silent..........like its all dead, never really had a life.Its mystical,and slow.......some how i do have a sinking feeling,like somethings not right,like it could be better,different.....I'm listening to this song "COME WANDER WITH ME" by Jeff Alexander a less known masterpiece......just a guitar to go with it,somehow the lack of music makes it all the more gloomy...........it kinna makes you want to listen to it again,you feel an uncanny sadness,but its not the kinds you would avoid.......whats weird is,that it makes it sound so beautiful.........its taken from this TV show called "The Twilight Zone" sung by actress Bonny Beecher.I came across it when i was searching for this indie flick "The Brown Bunny".It talks about this girl,wrapped in the worldly sorrow.She doesn't know him,but he tells her to come wander with him,away from this sad world.He shows her dreams,sweet dreams of love and freedom.It almost seems that he came from her sorrows,just for her.........to take her to his world,to the other world,full of love.........just the two them........she wanted to go,go wander with him,be with him,but she had sworn to someone else and couldn't be free.Trapped by her own actions,she couldn't break free,did what she SHOULD have done......and not what she WANTED........&lt;br /&gt;He said come wander with me love&lt;br /&gt;Come wander with me&lt;br /&gt;Away from this sad world&lt;br /&gt;Come wander with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came from the sunset&lt;br /&gt;He came from the sea&lt;br /&gt;He came from my sorrow&lt;br /&gt;And can love only me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh where is the wanderer&lt;br /&gt;Who wandered this way&lt;br /&gt;He's passed on his wandering&lt;br /&gt;And will never go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come wander with me love&lt;br /&gt;Come wander with me&lt;br /&gt;Away from this sad world&lt;br /&gt;Come wander with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sang of a sweet love&lt;br /&gt;Of dreams that would be&lt;br /&gt;But I was sworn to another&lt;br /&gt;And could never be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the video.......sorry i couldn't really put the song on my play list,but do give this a listen.....you sure would love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d7RnqBchvTU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d7RnqBchvTU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-9020586389535445270?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/9020586389535445270/comments/default' 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some chaps profile on orkut........but nonetheless this is darn good........damn i love e(l)mo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/k6m6QG1ibPY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/k6m6QG1ibPY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA.........i could'nt possibly leave idol...........here it is....PISS ON YOURSELVES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqmxIqUNbRY&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qqmxIqUNbRY&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the queer,baby dangling freak A.K.A.Michael Jackson.......THIS IS DARN GOOD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6otGMJQv5k&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M6otGMJQv5k&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-8271591247089775492?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/8271591247089775492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-7315673115434279145</id><published>2008-05-17T20:32:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:48:13.783+05:30</updated><title type='text'>***************</title><content type='html'>SIGH.....********.........I CAN SEE STARS AROUND ME......OH GOD!!!!!!Did you see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Paulo&lt;/span&gt; N&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;utini's&lt;/span&gt; advert...the puma one?!??!and the song..."new shoes" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;eets&lt;/span&gt; my fave......of god he's so darn good.....and yes its official i have a crush on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Imran&lt;/span&gt; Khan.........he's cute........he is my "pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;boi&lt;/span&gt;"...........oh Jesus.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; seen the promo like 50 times,and i still cant get enough........i never thought i would do this......but yes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; to see his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;flick&lt;/span&gt;...1st DAY 1st SHOW!!!!YEAH I YAM.....AND hey see the heights of optimism.........it turns out my blood group is B+.....WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;...........HEY THIS MEANS.........all of the inner circle has.........B+.......yeah!!!i can "yeah" on anything right now.......cause the next few days are gonna be tough....but then this whole month has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;kinna&lt;/span&gt; tough........sigh.........and I had my "down" moments today too.......suddenly like you hit rock bottom.....TTTTTTTTTTRRRDDDDDSSSSSHHHHH...............it always happens with me........and then mum gets all........."what in the hell happened to you?!?!?!" sorts.........she thinks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; hiding some BIG SECRET..........well i could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a pro at that.....but well its not like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; tell her"mom,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; one of the spy kids!"..........but yeah actually i can hide stuff pretty easily and you have no idea........i mean you wont even get to know....i yam so bloody good at that.......and some of my pals bear testimony to that....SO if i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; wanna tell you ,you'll never know........EVER..........I RULE.........I DROOL..........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;eeeewwww&lt;/span&gt; not that............&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; starved...oh hey this reminds me do checkout "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;MTV&lt;/span&gt; storytellers with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Dave&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Matthews&lt;/span&gt;".........he's darn witty and yeah an amazing musician...........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;nitey&lt;/span&gt; night.........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; take off do something constructive like gape at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Imran&lt;/span&gt; Khan..........yeah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; constructive..........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;JAH&lt;/span&gt; BLESS................and take good care of your selves. :))))))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-7315673115434279145?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/7315673115434279145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=7315673115434279145' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7315673115434279145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7315673115434279145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post_17.html' title='***************'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-8136781380269767896</id><published>2008-05-17T14:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:31:04.409+05:30</updated><title type='text'>fook piss poop!!!!</title><content type='html'>I GOT UP AT 5:30 A.M........I couldn't sleep the whole night.......i did all this for my result......but looks like the ones responsible slept a bit too much.........over slept........FOR A WHOLE WEEK!!!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;CLAT&lt;/span&gt; results are delayed not by an hour or a day......but they still &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; decided when they will put it on the net......geez........uurghh!!!!damn its like a month of mourning and it just wont stop.....it all started on may 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt;..and since then nothing all that great has happened(besides this blog)sigh..........i hate to live in this constant terror.........i rather die and get nirvana..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;heheheh&lt;/span&gt; hopefully!!!!so all of you people who are in the same position.........it will be declared anytime between 19&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;-21st......so go back to your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dens&lt;/span&gt;..and prepare for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;NLSD&lt;/span&gt;...........happy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;sucking&lt;/span&gt; up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-8136781380269767896?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/8136781380269767896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=8136781380269767896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/8136781380269767896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/8136781380269767896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/fook-piss-poop.html' title='fook piss poop!!!!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-4123466787149752359</id><published>2008-05-16T21:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:29:19.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'>CURBSIDE PROPHET!</title><content type='html'>OK YA' ALL.......so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;here's&lt;/span&gt; my anthem...the first song on my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;play list&lt;/span&gt;............yeah the curbside prophet..........go on check it out..........YEAH I GOT A SONG...........HEHEHEHHE.................DO YOU HAVE A SONG THAT GOES WITH YOUR BLOG?!?!?!NO........but yeah i do.......and here it is................WOO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;HOO&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!Its by Jason &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mraz&lt;/span&gt;.And so that you guys can sing along....have you little karaoke moment.......here are the lyrics.........yeah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a curbside prophet&lt;br /&gt;with my hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;and I’m waiting for  my rocket to come&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a curbside prophet&lt;br /&gt;with my hand in my pocket &lt;br /&gt;and I’m waiting for my rocket y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see it started way back in  NYC&lt;br /&gt;When I stole my first rhyme from the M-I-C&lt;br /&gt;At a west end avenue at  63&lt;br /&gt;It's the beginning of a leap year February ‘96&lt;br /&gt;win a guitar picked it  up in the mix&lt;br /&gt;I committed to the licks a like a nickel bag of tricks&lt;br /&gt;Well  Look at me now&lt;br /&gt;Look at me now&lt;br /&gt;Look at me now, now, now, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m  just a curbside prophet&lt;br /&gt;with my hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;and I’m waiting for my  rocket to come&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a curbside prophet&lt;br /&gt;with my hand in my pocket &lt;br /&gt;and I’m waiting for my rocket y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well then you’re never gonna  guess&lt;br /&gt;where I been been been&lt;br /&gt;And I have no regrets that I bet my whole  checking account&lt;br /&gt;Because it all amounts to nothing up in the end&lt;br /&gt;Well you  can only count that “On The Road Again”&lt;br /&gt;Will soon be on my radio dial&lt;br /&gt;And  I been paying close attention to the Willie Nelson style&lt;br /&gt;Like a band of  gypsies on the highway wild&lt;br /&gt;I’m a one-man mission on the California skyline &lt;br /&gt;Drive up the coast and I brag and I boast&lt;br /&gt;because I’m picking up my  pace, I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;makin&lt;/span&gt;' time like Space Ghost&lt;br /&gt;Raising a toast to the highway patrol  at the most&lt;br /&gt;But my cruise control’s on coast&lt;br /&gt;Cause I’m &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;tourin&lt;/span&gt;’ around the  nation on extended vacation&lt;br /&gt;See I got Elsa the dog who exceeds my  limitations&lt;br /&gt;I say, “I like your style crazy pound pup!&lt;br /&gt;You need a ride?  well come on girl hop in the truck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the curbside prophet&lt;br /&gt;with my  hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;and I’m waiting for my rocket to come&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a  curbside prophet&lt;br /&gt;with my hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;and I’m waiting for my rocket  y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just a curbside prophet&lt;br /&gt;with my hand in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt;  waiting for my rocket to come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; just a curbside prophet&lt;br /&gt;with my hand  in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; waiting for my rocket y'all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I’m a down-home  brother red-neck undercover&lt;br /&gt;With my guitar here I’m ready to play&lt;br /&gt;And I’m  a sucker for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;philly&lt;/span&gt; got a natural ability&lt;br /&gt;geared to freestyle look at my  flexibility&lt;br /&gt;Dangerous on the MIC&lt;br /&gt;My ghetto hat's cocked right&lt;br /&gt;All the  ladies say,&lt;br /&gt;“Yo, that kid is CRAZY!”&lt;br /&gt;We got the backstage &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Betties&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;takin&lt;/span&gt;’  more than they can get&lt;br /&gt;They say, “whats up with M-R-A-Z?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey  hey! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Somethin&lt;/span&gt;’s different in my world today&lt;br /&gt;Well they changed my traffic  signs to a brighter yellow(repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a Curbside Prophet love,  (Repeat 5x)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;waitin'for&lt;/span&gt; my rocket I said a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;waitin&lt;/span&gt;' for my rocket to  come now *Fading out* curbside..come now brother.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-4123466787149752359?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/4123466787149752359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=4123466787149752359' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/4123466787149752359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/4123466787149752359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/curbside-prophet.html' title='CURBSIDE PROPHET!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-4608070044101962079</id><published>2008-05-16T18:04:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T21:22:44.285+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The "Chip" in my life!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SC2L5Z40IbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OZgXGqPsIXU/s1600-h/Uchicago+001+-+Copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200966963000779186" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SC2L5Z40IbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OZgXGqPsIXU/s320/Uchicago%2B001%2B-%2BCopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunny,but not little miss sunshine,pricey but not a bitch,crazy but sane,hot but that's just cause of the summers.........hehehheh........Disha,the golden girl,OH YEAH SHE IS......How can i ever do without her,she's always been there and specially in every "guy" thing-nanny,twiddly......heheh and its been swell,the best.She's my partner in everything,and i love hanging around with her,its like FIRE FIRE FIRE.........yeah she's the fire of my life........others got extinguished.....but she,she's on, heating it up huh,hehehehheh.seriously dish,I'm gonna miss you when you're gone,and right now i have a heavy heart,its been a while since that happened,its amazing how you were always there for me,seriously you always made it,online,remember,"COPY-PASTE"......scrolls and scrolls..........EPICS!!!!and you telling me "will you stop being a bitch and sort it out!!!"...................or if i had a stupid plan to get back at someone you would go like "OH GOD!!I hope he/she knows what they're into!!!".That "major" fight we had,when i was soooooooo cold......damn i missed you dish,your like this pal i really can't do without,Even when you're in Chicago making out with some lame ass..........I WILL CALL YOU.......and tell you my stories,and my stupid plans of "hurting" someone...........hehehheheh...........and hey you're "firang" but damn i love you for being all that.I still remember, well it all started with.................a chair?!?!HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHA........no no.........with a jerk........its all cause of sandman that we got to be friends in the real sense.........and hey your chicken sandwitches........mmmmmmm.JEEZ,for bearing my stupid kiddish ways,my weird mood swings,my HUMOUR............hehehhe.........i'm gross but hey i'm the wittiest chick you could come across!!!THE INNER CIRCLE.............oh god.........its like a sense of security i feel when i hear this name,and it sounds sooooooo cool..........like the Rat-Pack...........and all the codes we had-sandman,Antony,nanny.........damn, no i mean........DAIYAM!And those page long msgs........I'm so glad you were online when i was.........for clearing my messy thoughts........making me believe in something,ah so what if its gone.........everythings got an expiry date...........BUT THEN SOME DON'T............and of course "me and you".........forever..........imagine,anchita sharma 20 years from now..........my kids are gonna come to you for "snob"classes,yeah, to shreya for"managerial" classes,to himani for "creativity" classes to sneha for"shastrya sangeet" classes,"limericks"classes AND "how to lose stuff" classes,mridul for "daychuckness" and"janglee-ness" classes.............HAHAHAHAHHAHHAHHAAH........dish,i mean i feel so satisfied even when i talk on Gmail with you.....i mean GMAIL............FOR HEAVEN SAKE!!!!!!BUT THEN,I've got some experience there.............all the music sharing, you're the only one i do that with,besides sneha........rest are my pupils..........hehheheheh....dish you gotta agree.......you cant do without me,i mean who ever knows me, can't........i'm like oxygen,you cant do without me.And even in "amreeka" no one's gonna be as good as me......those white shits can never be me.........YOU KNOW IT,I KNOW IT..........AND NOW EVERYONE KNOWS IT...........dish,i love you...i never thought i would ever say that to A CHICK,but desperation......hehehhe..cant fight it........neh,ME AMORE..........just be there,you're the lightest looking strongest anchor of my life.Just be there,in some way,i might not be verbal and i might pretend,but this bears testimony........I'll always need you to be there,for everything..........and one last thanks,for making me write that mail,i could've never done it if it wasn't for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;and now i shall twist the lines of a song for disha...............the songs by timbuk 3........so here it goes.........."disha is so bright,i have got to wear sunglasses"..........hehehehhehe.........love ya chippy..........I'm always gonna be anchi for you.........the same weird,witty,oxygen-like-important girl.........YOU NEED ME,you can never do without me..........JAH BLESS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-the 2nd song on my play list is for you....just replace future with.......DISH!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-4608070044101962079?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/4608070044101962079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=4608070044101962079' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/4608070044101962079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/4608070044101962079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/chip-in-my-life.html' title='The &quot;Chip&quot; in my life!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SC2L5Z40IbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/OZgXGqPsIXU/s72-c/Uchicago%2B001%2B-%2BCopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-4862332925829662580</id><published>2008-05-16T10:28:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-16T17:52:17.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just dropped in to say hi.....and a little more</title><content type='html'>Its 10:28,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; to take a shower,Me pals are coming home......YEAH YEAH YEAHS!!!!!Chippy is going to "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vilayat&lt;/span&gt;"...........Chicago hence this meeting...........of the inner circle........and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; seen &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Imran&lt;/span&gt; Khan's movie's promo 55 times........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; still seeing it...........*sighs*...HE IS SO CUTE.DAMN......I've told this chap who lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Mumbai&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;kidnap&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Imran&lt;/span&gt;,and post him..........hehehheheh........Which reminds me,one of my online pals,will not be here as in online for a while......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a little sad cause he read all my blog posts like a good boy and well &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;gtalk&lt;/span&gt; was fun with him............sigh.......but then he needed this break...........J&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ah&lt;/span&gt; bless........anyway have a nice day.........RESULTS &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TOMORROW&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!HOLY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;FFFFFFFFFATHER&lt;/span&gt;............and please do go through the following pieces..........if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; or are new on this blog-&lt;br /&gt;Presence of the Past&lt;br /&gt;The Pink Sun(don't be too harsh on this one,if you don't like it, SPECIAL REQUEST!)&lt;br /&gt;Love,Janie&lt;br /&gt;More than Words&lt;br /&gt;He said,she said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;HELLO&lt;/span&gt;!We are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;shallow&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Randaom(but not lame)&lt;br /&gt;Love-not a bed time story&lt;br /&gt;Oh god!!its me again&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer&lt;br /&gt;Blue Haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;.............and go pamper yourself............with something good...........and not kinky!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-4862332925829662580?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/4862332925829662580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=4862332925829662580' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/4862332925829662580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/4862332925829662580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-dropped-in-to-say-hiand-little.html' title='Just dropped in to say hi.....and a little more'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-7739885586365591176</id><published>2008-05-15T15:18:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-15T15:52:04.628+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random.....i just need one read and a smile :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCwODp40IaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/h2jWD_L2rZE/s1600-h/smile_by_dottydotcom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200547125652627874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCwODp40IaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/h2jWD_L2rZE/s320/smile_by_dottydotcom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uummmmmmmm,hows the day,the sun is out,i had no fights..........got awesome comments,READ A PIECE ON ME!!!!yes,I'm an inspiration,hehehehhe.......no no but seriously i did,nice little thing,very true,very bang on correct.........so it felt good.Its different when you write for someone,I mean then its more like "i wish he/she likes it,i hope its good enough".....and when you get the green flag you're happy........OK understatement,"you feel like doing cartwheels".......hehehhe........seriously now I've written poems for 3 people,BUT the "Pink Sun" still has no match.........damn.........i better write something better,but then i need an inspiration......and its hard to find an inspiration,crowds look more like mobs,sweet people seem more like fake flatterers,trees are dead,the sun's pissed........the rains ....well they.......just remind me "Anchita,we'll wash down everything,all your attempts to look elsewhere,to get something new".....so its more like a war with the rains.........heheheh............and the moon.........pale-faced goon......damn if it was cheese i would've eaten it up.......end of it all.........but then i think too much.........and that's not gonna happen.........but I'm happy.........and in a way content,whatever i left behind was good,and well if it can't get its right place in my present, its better to end it there........PLAY FAIR.........PLAY BRAVE..........and that's what i did,so I'm HAPPY..........and now I'm smiling cause that's all i can do which won't harm anyone,no sarcasm,no stupid petty games,no cuss words..............just a smile...........i feel lucky.........somewhere all of you are,just look around,someone will make you feel that way..........yeah trust me.............cause if you were good it'll all come back to you...........it will...........my word..........so just hang on,and it'll happen.........and do look up once in a while........yeah it helps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PSST-just smile,read something you wrote a while back for someone,or a old letter...........try to celebrate it and not cry over it,trust me once you do that,you'll be happy,complete,ready to take on what comes next!and hey listen to Tokyo-Athlete.....cause I'm listening to it.........:P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-7739885586365591176?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/7739885586365591176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=7739885586365591176' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7739885586365591176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7739885586365591176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/randomi-just-need-one-read-and-smile.html' title='Random.....i just need one read and a smile :)'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCwODp40IaI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/h2jWD_L2rZE/s72-c/smile_by_dottydotcom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-7469308689939529748</id><published>2008-05-15T00:48:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-15T03:49:04.399+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blue Haze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCtJq540IZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5SU1piZ7YAo/s1600-h/Starry_Night_by_Bellick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCtJq540IZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5SU1piZ7YAo/s320/Starry_Night_by_Bellick.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200331196171821458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you read this.....do take a look at the sky.......and the moon.And first read the post below this one,"I'm a dreamer".If you  ask me how am i doing,I'll probably say.........I'm good now.............yeah i am but then what you'll not realise would be that if i am good  NOW,i probably wasn't the same before.We mortals just overlook it all,a fake laugh ,a silent address, a cold distance,a warm but unmeaning full hug.........its not always what it seems.When we meet someone,we've got nothing too lose..........cause they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; own any part of you.........your secrets,your laughs, your touch....nothing.........you're safe.........but when they become a part of your life they get more than you think they have.......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; why i say strangers are safer than friends at times.Its a surprise if none of you thought that way.Can you picture one of your favourite "peeps" leaving you?!?!I cant,but it did happen........they go........sigh......to make place for the others.But then do you actually replace them?!?!Seriously,i really cant,its just so hard.........unfair.......would'nt that be like unfair to all that you once shared.......or were a part of.Take for example,yeah take this,straight from my life.........i tried to play these stupid tests with a lot of people.......blogthings.com........and well i never really got my partner back,who was it.......well someone who can't be replaced.HA,some said its sissy,some just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; get the "logic" behind it.........i tried, tried my best to be  human enough to replace,forget,give up...........but i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt;........i just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;                      It rained,i feel hopeless,I hate rains and trains...........no i never really made an effort to make them rhyme.Rains make me all nostalgic and trains make me realize i can never be where someone is.........i just can't..........they both make me realise &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; such a puzzle...........an incomplete one............i feel hopeless that's why.You know that realization which crushes your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;subconscious&lt;/span&gt; pride is what you're truly scared of.Its like a weighing scale.............AAARGGHHH...........what could be worse than listening to "we are gonna be friends"........damn its gonna be a sad night.........Its all over....really?!?!I mean cant we bring it back,to life,fill it with life again?!?!?NO,things which die never come back and if they do they were never dead.........i believe in it.........you have to believe in something,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not a nihilist.......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; a believer.........and i wish all of you realise its important to believe in something.Its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; if you've lost &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; in life,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt; you know what you lost you can always work on it,the actual losers are those who &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even realise what they  have..........WHAT LOSERS!!!!I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; thinking so deep today............its happens........when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; had a whole day with myself.........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt; of questioning and answering..........i give myself  good company.........sometimes i do cheat myself but it gets better.I hate lying to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;me self&lt;/span&gt;,but i do it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;alot&lt;/span&gt;........and i get caught.........but then i never learn,shame &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;isn't&lt;/span&gt; it?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;                 Someone asked me.........there is this common inspiration behind your work,yeah there is.........it still breathes,its a shame people i know so well don't inspire me as much as someone so unreachable can,funny,but yeah i owe it all to the inspiration.Its sad you guys never came across something like this..........i surprise myself everyday,when i realise how much a I learnt from this experience!!!!!I'm glad it did happen,"you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; let go of your feelings!".........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying,for the first time,i am.........but its just sad i can't prove it to that one i should,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;beh&lt;/span&gt;,what the hell.........like it makes a difference........i should give up thinking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; too unforgettable,but then today i got to know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;wacky&lt;/span&gt; and fun"........hehhheeh.............and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; good to talk to.........and then this girl said............"i seriously wish i could be a bit of you!".......geez......what am i supposed to do with myself...........damn I LOVE ME..........but then i can't fall in love with myself........its a little uncomfortable,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;hehehhheh&lt;/span&gt;.............yeah i can be funny even when &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; like the saddest person on earth...........i can fake it pretty well..........TRY ME,seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I looked for you everywhere,i looked up....went deep.........i tried creating you too,but then i got tired.Then i tried giving up on you,i worked on it,but then you just wont go.I knew you're doing good,and i wondered why i wasn't.I sat and looked around,and then it all came crashing  down.........you were everywhere..............in my brain too".Just a thought,its no use doing the impossible.......somethings just don't go.........and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt; to someone.........cause i know it will never get that far........thankyou........and i would just end with a few lines from this song "I'll be seeing you-Billie Holiday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" I'll be seeing you       &lt;br /&gt;In all the old familiar places&lt;br /&gt;That this heart of mine embraces&lt;br /&gt;All day through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that small cafe;&lt;br /&gt;The park across the way;&lt;br /&gt;The children's carousel;&lt;br /&gt;The chestnut trees;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;wishin&lt;/span&gt;' well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be seeing you&lt;br /&gt;In every lovely summer's day;&lt;br /&gt;In every thing that's light and gay.&lt;br /&gt;I'll always think of you that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll find you&lt;br /&gt;In the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;And when the night is new.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be looking at the moon,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be seeing you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-The sky's really pretty tonight,what a shame its too far.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-7469308689939529748?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/7469308689939529748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=7469308689939529748' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7469308689939529748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7469308689939529748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/blue-haze.html' title='Blue Haze'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCtJq540IZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/5SU1piZ7YAo/s72-c/Starry_Night_by_Bellick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-295565177677930668</id><published>2008-05-14T23:43:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-15T02:46:31.462+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Dreamer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCs2CJ40IYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cTmzPgTK6ik/s1600-h/d2d3985e5edcd907.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCs2CJ40IYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cTmzPgTK6ik/s320/d2d3985e5edcd907.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200309605371224450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Curbside Prophet's note&lt;/span&gt; been a while since i went all poetic.........I wrote this during the same old dull phase of my life,major contemplations,iffy situations and getting inspiration from the same source but its a wonder how it comes out so very different on paper......everytime.......this chap i write about is a mixture off a few special things and people i know.........but at the end of it all he's a dreamer and he isn't scared to say that.People are often scared to let their "dreamer" side get exposed..........they're too shy,he teaches us to take pride in dreams cause they start it all ,they end it all........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He'll be standing down the driveway,&lt;br /&gt;Strumming his blue guitar&lt;br /&gt;You'll see him below the oak tree,&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to go too far,&lt;br /&gt;If you hear closely,&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear a familiar sound,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to close my eyes to dream,&lt;br /&gt;I stay up all night to soak the moonbeams,&lt;br /&gt;I've got the prettiest roof,that's the starry sky,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer ,&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know dreams come true,they never die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sundays i see him at the diners,&lt;br /&gt;He sings to kick the summer blues,&lt;br /&gt;He loves the winter breeze,&lt;br /&gt;And the autumn hues,&lt;br /&gt;Its the rains which make  his songs deeper,&lt;br /&gt;So he sings the same old song,&lt;br /&gt;Cause he knows God is a natural weeper,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to close my eyes to dream,&lt;br /&gt;I stay up all night to soak the moonbeams,&lt;br /&gt;I've got the prettiest roof,that's the starry sky,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer ,&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know dreams come true,they never die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says "Time is quite a traveller&lt;br /&gt;It takes you to places you've never seen,&lt;br /&gt;Or makes you someone you've never been,&lt;br /&gt;When we dream we've got no time to see the time,&lt;br /&gt;You've got yours, I've got mine,&lt;br /&gt;So dream,dream on my friend&lt;br /&gt;Cause dreams go beyond the human end"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He says,&lt;br /&gt;"I'm a dreamer,&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to close my eyes to dream,&lt;br /&gt;I stay up all night to soak the moonbeams,&lt;br /&gt;I've got the prettiest roof,that's the starry sky,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a dreamer ,&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know dreams come true,they never die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-I would've loved if it could be a song..........seriously..........and if it was then i would've loved if it was sung by Dave Matthews........with a nice job on the guitar and a dreamy,peaceful feel to it.....yeah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-295565177677930668?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/295565177677930668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=295565177677930668' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/295565177677930668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/295565177677930668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-dreamer.html' title='I&apos;m a Dreamer'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCs2CJ40IYI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cTmzPgTK6ik/s72-c/d2d3985e5edcd907.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-7575347246787910260</id><published>2008-05-14T09:29:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-14T13:17:00.467+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This is it,i promise!</title><content type='html'>OK i know i changed my template again,but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; in that phase of my life where i got over one and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; deciding how to start the other one, with what,so this one's a little eerie,confusing loads of activity.......suits my condition as of now.I'll put the chick with those huge shades once  its all good,AT PEACE and i can go to the Bahamas for a vacation,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; maybe not that but you all get the point,SO I LOVE THIS TEMPLATE..........BUT DO TELL ME what you guys think of it..........cause i love it,its just bang on apt you know,anyway,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;good morning&lt;/span&gt;............and have a nice day you,cause you guys totally deserve it........and listen to "I feel good-James Brown"............it just give you a kick in the right place.So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; scoot now start my day,MY WAY,and my green teens............&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;JAH&lt;/span&gt; BLESS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-I'm listening to "Them Clones"on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;myspace&lt;/span&gt;..........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; pretty sure you guys know them,anyway this song by them called "the bomb song" is rad,yeah..............hey guys should give up some of that loser music you people waste your time on and listen to these Indian bands,they've got some really good tunes........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; try to feature them in one of my posts,for the ignorant teens............anyway.........i'll bounce now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-7575347246787910260?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/7575347246787910260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=7575347246787910260' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7575347246787910260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7575347246787910260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-is-iti-promise.html' title='This is it,i promise!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-7483844608991316143</id><published>2008-05-13T21:16:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-13T22:42:41.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'>AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCnAr540IUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1140192k7Y/s1600-h/Sunny_by_WEHEARTWORLD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCnAr540IUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1140192k7Y/s320/Sunny_by_WEHEARTWORLD.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199899105281974594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.................OK THIS IS A MOONSTRUCK BLOGGER.....................aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...............................DAMN I'VE GOT A NEW CRUSH.........AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA........yes and I'm so bloody glad........ok he mite not all approachable but then even Paul and Jack aren't right?!?!OK he's that guy Aamir Khan's nephew,Imran Khan(CHECK THIS OUT,http://youtube.com/watch?v=By_PYtiHbP8),DAMN HE'S MY PRETTY BOI!!!!!YOU guys don't know this crush is like a life saver.........seriously like in fairy tales......the sky cleared and there was a light,bright....outlandish.........and it saved   those poor lives.........OH YEAH IT DID............so its back to Frank Sinatra............and Armstrong...........and Fitzgerald!!!!OH no its back to some really hip, peppy, catchy, indie number.......YEAH...ZATS WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT!!!!!!!"I'M IN LOVE YEAH,I'M IN LOVE YEAH,AND ITS BURNING IN MY SOUL!!!!"OK................it might not be love.......but its a great song.............so people come out on the streets and SHAKE YOUR TAIL FEATHERS!!!!!!!!AND now suddenly I don't even hate George Bush........damn..........the power of shallow crushes.....LITTLE MISS SUNSHINE IS BACK!!!............YEAH...........ITS HOEDOWN!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-hello people............THE SUN IS OUT.............PHEW!!!!!and somehow its all so sunny when you're MOONSTRUCK!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-7483844608991316143?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/7483844608991316143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=7483844608991316143' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7483844608991316143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/7483844608991316143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title='AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCnAr540IUI/AAAAAAAAAJI/e1140192k7Y/s72-c/Sunny_by_WEHEARTWORLD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-3646253212976299277</id><published>2008-05-13T14:47:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-14T08:54:48.629+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Downtown!!</title><content type='html'>DAY 2...........and I'm not all that happy,but then i have no reason to be cheery neway.Its not like the world is at peace or Paul walker is coming to town.......JEEZ!That would be LIKE HUGE!!!sigh......i had a great time with two of my pals yesterday.......but that was yesterday,today lets talk about TODAY.....filling forms,mom's pissed with me i think she liked me going to school better,too much of me well, could cause dementia........no question about it.......but then I've been with her for 18 years and nine months......then again......I'm blank.When I'm blank i type too  much.....and i don't even know why or how........seriously....its frustrating,irritating and the BLUE feeling....damn i hate blue.......no but my template is blue.......EETS LOVELY!&lt;br /&gt;freaking worried about the college                             I'm deadbeat but i have to go out for some work......i mean this is shit...just 4 hours of sleep.......on top that 10 hrs of continuous jibber jabber........i feel like singing "where are you going"by DMB.....and that line .."I'm no superman!"...........i wanna be back on orkut.........I'm over that phase i know it cause i tried myself yesterday.........and yes.........no feeling........i'm over you.........YEAH you..........stupid orkut.........hence I'll be back.......cause i love getting into shit.........and its my favourite shit place.........I've got dark circles..........less sleep i guess..........I'mthingy........and the usual........PONDERING,RE-PONDERING,RE-RE-PONDERING.....................and yes......there  isn't too much love around,sigh.........its cold........very cold........and I'm catching it..........it feels bad,but then.......i guess summers are round the corner.........hopefully the sun will be out........and it'll all be good.Been a while since i weeped,so i did that,no no i don't wail and drive the neighbourhood crazy...just a little sob..........And i realised again,once again, we always end up doing what we're supposed to do,and not we want to.........no point blaming God,seriously i mean,I've just got bored of doing that.....and that's mean don't you think?!!?!?I do..............so i don't blame anyone anymore.........I JUST BLOG..........anyway have aye nice day and wish the same for me.........come on don't be such.......MMMMMMMMMMAGGOTS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-6200532836826713769</id><published>2008-05-13T03:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:53:41.124+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HELLO LADIES!!!!!</title><content type='html'>SO!!!Its another look....yeah its nice huh.....who needs a makeover if this blog bitch looks so swell,eh??????Sigh......so "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;senti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;munni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;" played a big,OH NO NO.................MAJOR role.........to get me this blue......oh so blue.....template........nice color.....like i don't care ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; happy........cool....ah its for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;no one&lt;/span&gt;.......its for the sky above.....&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; blue....and I LOVE IT.........to the sky......cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stuff beyond it........its not the limit......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;nep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; its just not!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-hey sorry its not for the ladies........i mean i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;should've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; written "HELLO LADIES AND GENTS"......but no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;hassle&lt;/span&gt; guys can comment.......no man-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;gina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or she-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; problem......ah sorry for the smutty lingo......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; high on coke......like really sloshed........JASHN-E-BAHARA.........some wise guy said so.....may his troubled soul rest in peace........AMEN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-6200532836826713769?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/6200532836826713769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=6200532836826713769' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/6200532836826713769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/6200532836826713769'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SChAFJ40ITI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-vG5beyV4Uw/s72-c/n91669.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-4954376512722766233</id><published>2008-05-12T08:24:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-12T11:20:46.548+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh god!ITS ME AGAIN!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCfE-540ICI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XPJ9bHmZlKY/s1600-h/The_Sad_Domino_by_MarcyCimitero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCfE-540ICI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XPJ9bHmZlKY/s320/The_Sad_Domino_by_MarcyCimitero.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199340879792578594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK what is common between&lt;br /&gt;my life,Status quo,Baba Ram Dev.........BORING!!!what is common between my love life,Mesopotamia and the Great Auk............NON EXISTENT!!!yeah! I'm listening to  "Denial Twist"........and i'm not feeling tooooo horrible or something,oh now it switched to "fell in love with a girl"........but that's not the point.Actually there no such point i wanna make........I HATE MONDAY MORNINGS!Or maybe i don't and I'm just cursing them for no apparent reason.Yesterday i had to crash at 10:00 but i stretched it to 12:30..........ah i hate sleeping early!I mean i don't think its "cool" to be all nocturnal and stuff its just that i don't like to sleep all that early,AND I DO NOT KNOW WHY!Spoke to three people on Gtalk yesterday,all different stories,someones happy someones gloomy,in a desperate need for comfort........comfort............where do we find this thing,i mean there is no specific place where you can find comfort.It could be in some song,cause that song reminds you of someone who well,was the reason for that uncanny comfort.Its just the start of the day and I'm all down,WHAT AYE START.........and my tea tasted like piss.........but then i  haven't tasted human piss.........cow piss yes.........OK DON'T GET ALL CHARGED UP........it was all "refined"and just a drop.......and hey its not like i eat grass or "MOOOOOOOO"...........I'm still the same see i can type......But that's not the point,ah i wish i knew why i do certain things,WHATS THE POINT?!?!?!And no one seems to know whats the point,NO ONE!I don't long for anything or anyone,seriously ,i know some people think i do,but i don't.........cause no point longing for something you really wont get,"WISHFUL THINKING".........and its not always about a guy...............or the guy..........seriously.......i think I'm the sorts meant to be single,not in a pathetic way i mean I'm weird and when I'm by myself I'm just the weirdest thing you ever heard.And the whole committed thingy just makes me a lot more sane............seriously all those poems,THE DEPTH!!!!!i mean i know people who play these real life roles,no seriously like the jerk lad,who just has to be A jerk,COME WHAT MAY!!The broken hearted boyfriend,cheated...........then the guy who just can't hold onto anything,MOVE ON...........like its some sorta style statement,and yes the commitment phobic.........IT IS NOT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF!!!!Some times i just wish i knew the point of everything..........WHY DOES IT HAPPEN............there are still sooooo many questions in my mind.You know i know this guy,and seriously i never told him,he's like the perfect "committed" material,like he is meant to be committed,hehehhehhe...........ridiculous, but i always thought that way.I know of people who just wanna be committed but aren't.......i feel sad cause i know they need someone,not in a helpless sorta way.........cause they are going to be perfect with someone.Then there are people who should'nt have been committed........."fickle pickles".........just for the heck of it you get a new girl.......sheesh.And i can never understand the concept of "hooking up".One of yer pals or just some person you know gets you "hooked up" to some seemingly suitable person,who can satisfy your requirement.........DAMN THAT SOUNDS LIKE A PIMP!!!!!!!!seriosly..........i dont believe in dating..........i mean as a sport great........but the bigger picture....not too clear.And now i'm playing"To be alone with you".........Yesterday i was thinking of alot o people.........i mean just generally.........like these prank calls i made to this guy i had a crush on ...........hehehehhe.Or a poem i wrote for someone.I was going through some old chats.........and i felt like a total third person,evaluating,re-thinking............felt sad.........REALLY sad........cause its all in the past.......and it wont comeback.Then i thought of fun stuff too......online tiff with this kinky freak on this indie rock community.......which reminds me of the lame kinna stuff i wrote on my community.........the guitar bloke was fun.......lame lame  lame but damn its fun!!&lt;br /&gt;                 LEFT ORKUT,no regrets,but it was kinna messy fun............orkut is always a mess..........but fun again.Anyway,i think i do think a lot,but i cant help it really.........its like i just have to think........i really don't know what i want right now,maybe a good chat with someone............and i don't even know who.I was talking to this guy yesterday,amazing chap.........no bull crap kinna guy,yesterday was like a bad bad bad day for him the latter bit.And he told me,like ventilated it all............and i don't even know him all that well...........he said it felt better,so even i was happy for him,but i realised sometimes you just don't know where comfort lies,in what..........sometimes you find it in the most unexpected places.YEAH MAYBE NOW I KNOW THE POINT!!!!maybe i need comfort,but where it lies no idea,BLOGGING,yeah its my distraction...........like rehab, rehab from a distraction in the human form.AH PERFECT TIMING"Eve, the apple of my eye"..........and i feel even worse...........JEEZ i thought i  was over that phase........i am........no no i am,just Monday blues i guess.I don't wanna go "boyfriend" hunting,it sounds like sex tourism..........hehehhe...........and that's a fake laugh.....Its true the only thing we all share is the same sky...........and it ends there...........maybe someone is looking up right now,for some odd reason...........i can't even do that..........I'M IN MY ROOM.......du-uh..........shit i feel really down.........ah......fuck..........i'm not supposed to.......I'm like the quintessential weirdo,crazy ,with a even weirder sense of humour.People like me are just too pricey to confess,they feel down once in a while and that they wish they could do something.........holy fuck........its like a gimmick.....we all play them everyday....don't you guys realize............all o you have given yourselves a role to play that's why you're scared to do certain stuff.Nice bois cant break a girls heart,FUCKING REPUTATION,but they eventually do.............its just sad.....and i feel down.......i really don't know what i want,or maybe i do but I'm too scared to realise it all!Thats the thing you people go through too.........we all are here to get comfort,that's our purpose,THATS THE POINT OF IT ALL,think about it.We blog,why?COMFORT..........its about COMFORT...........and we are always looking around........restlessly for it.........you're still looking...you always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-TRIVIA-Friends are pimps............YOU PIMPS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-4954376512722766233?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/4954376512722766233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=4954376512722766233' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/4954376512722766233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/4954376512722766233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/oh-godits-me-again.html' title='Oh god!ITS ME AGAIN!!!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCfE-540ICI/AAAAAAAAAG4/XPJ9bHmZlKY/s72-c/The_Sad_Domino_by_MarcyCimitero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-1367479971880409761</id><published>2008-05-11T21:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:20:51.501+05:30</updated><title type='text'>INDIE(D)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCcjqp40IBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hde16ggmOYg/s1600-h/Indie_by_donmendoza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCcjqp40IBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hde16ggmOYg/s320/Indie_by_donmendoza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199163510528155666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yeverybody&lt;/span&gt;!AH I LOVE THIS PIC.........i'm the god of this blog...........SHEESH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alritey&lt;/span&gt; then just as i promised my very new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;play list&lt;/span&gt; is here.........its mostly indie BUT......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; got some other songs too......i suggest if yer pissed with life,bored with your present company,the idiot box is not really exciting you that much and well if &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/span&gt; ain't that wicked anymore.........LISTEN TO THIS........yeah....well i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; finally over that phase when i had to ignore certain songs.......i can totally listen to mushy songs without any sinking feeling......so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; good......GOOD........so yeah just scroll down and listen to  all of them not in a day....but well sometime........and hey........its just one o those days when you feel NEW.......like you just got this make over.........like a car after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;carwash&lt;/span&gt;......or when they jazz it up on Pimp My ride........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not happy....i just feel new.........and well i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why but......i just feel like saying "I love you all"......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;yessss&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;zats&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;gloopy&lt;/span&gt;........but you know you want the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;lurve&lt;/span&gt;"...........hehehheh..........what the world needs is love........so if you've got it wear it like a glove..........alrite.......all o you........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; DO DRUGS.......heheheheh..........don't smoke grass,don't eat it either............hehehe.........ok now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; lost it..........AS IN MY MIND.........so later............a better time.............but yeah no better place...........THAN THIS,PISS PISS PISS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-"you're an acid junkie college flunky dirty puppy daddy bastard"...........yes the power of slut music........you just forget if it all even has a meaning ........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;SLOOOOOOOOOTY&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;AND......do comment on the playlist.........as in what song you guys liked or loved........yes.......zats all.....i'm done..........i promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-1367479971880409761?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/1367479971880409761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=1367479971880409761' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/1367479971880409761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/1367479971880409761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/indied.html' title='INDIE(D)'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCcjqp40IBI/AAAAAAAAAGw/hde16ggmOYg/s72-c/Indie_by_donmendoza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-6961656271009681804</id><published>2008-05-10T21:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-10T21:57:04.431+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE INNER CIRCLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-965e6f8a00abfea6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D965e6f8a00abfea6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331889042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D27B52263D042621026C0112B10A6595A0E838FA5.692F7589180EC3018CC241BADDDEFDAAC32D65D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D965e6f8a00abfea6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DGoFcGTkZsovfRsDD_VOJxV092U4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curbside Prophet's Note-THIS IS THE BIGGEST SECRET EVER......C.I.A. officials can go chomp on their "bundles of joy".......it consists of 5 dames....Electric bitch,Motor bitch,Chippy,Sissy Pink and Senti munni.....we are thickest of pals......we're all weird in our own way........i'm just the weirdest.........and well this video has everyone BUT the person who is technically responsible for the formation(MOI a.k.a Electric bitch).......yes yes ....."we're gonna be friends together and apart".The video ended abruptly but that keeps it raw and fun to watch......heheh.....and yes in the end of the video  mridul looks like"What went wrong with my friends?!?!"......heheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-I'M NOT IN THIS VIDEO :(:(:(.......fuckety fishin france flippin.........and the ones who don't like us.......just one word...........BOLLOCKS!:p....and to the restored palsheeeps........WAY TO GO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-6961656271009681804?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/6961656271009681804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=6961656271009681804' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/6961656271009681804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/6961656271009681804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/inner-circle.html' title='THE INNER CIRCLE'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-5105152434883385454</id><published>2008-05-10T16:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:53:38.174+05:30</updated><title type='text'>THE NEW LOOK!</title><content type='html'>This new template........is STRICTLY dedicated to Jack(White)...........and this song called "I never met a girl like you before"........no thats"fell in love with a girl".......but this is a song i'm hooked on lately......sigh....i'm taking a breaking from all this issshtudies for the exam tommorrow.............and very soon there will an all "indie rock" playlist here.........you just have to scroll to the end of the page.......so to all the Red ,Black and White..............Jah Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;psst-hey wish me luck.......seriously!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-5105152434883385454?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/5105152434883385454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=5105152434883385454' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/5105152434883385454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/5105152434883385454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/new-look.html' title='THE NEW LOOK!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-320090647678788648</id><published>2008-05-08T21:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:23:19.635+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOVE-not a bedtime story!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCM0InTQz-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/8qOo9i-09N4/s1600-h/Forbidden_Love_by_HinoNeko.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCM0InTQz-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/8qOo9i-09N4/s320/Forbidden_Love_by_HinoNeko.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198055717509058530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;"really"&lt;br /&gt;"HELL YEAH!!I know i do!"&lt;br /&gt;"awww!I love you too!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh.......you all have thought about this typical convo a quarter of a million times!yeah even those who say "love is monkey crap".For me a teen(i think I'll be one all my life!)this thing is one crazy puzzle!What the dickens!!How do you know you're in it........and even when you have to get outta it you have to know if you  were EVER IN IT,RIGHT?!?!?!?Well I'm not the only one scratching her head!They say true love never dies,"they" as in these filmmakers.They sure know how to fool you.....get a cliched star crossed love story,put in some love scenes,a little sappy speech and a dramatic climax..and we go home wondering "WOW!that was so cute!"someones totally "phony" love story squeezed in 2hrs!I feel love is "good shit"........an oxymoron!Seriously,it has to be some what a "biggie".No wonders they give their lives or have a love child!DAMN !A KID,that has got to be love...if not then its such a waste of time,money,energy and A CHILD!&lt;br /&gt;                        i really don't know if I've been there but i could have been there.Sweaty palms,red ears and corny lines......the "good stuff".I guess we all feel happy when we're aloof.Even content maybe.its only when we know of the existence of this thing called "love" that we feel like aliens,like theres someone who knows us better and then the alien's quest begins!TO LOOK FOR HIS MATE!He looks everywhere,school,cheesy May Queen's Ball,lame choir parties,combined exams and even online............you name it and we teens have tried our luck there!Then when the alien finds his suitable mate the test begins.....questions,flirting,fights,a little gaging here and there.A constant analysis goes on(the human archive is HUGE!)The gen comes from everywhere....the whereabouts,everything from likes and dislikes,common interests.And finally the analysis is done."WELCOME TO THE LOVE CHAMBER,PLEASE SAY "I LOVE YOU" TO VERIFY".............and press enter!the symptoms now are----a constant sinking feeling,dazed outlook,"What a Wonderful world" is the tune you're hooked on to.some become giggly,some become all grave and serious others involve an entire bunch o friends...yeah a party for all!!!Hhehehheheh...so now the alien feels at home..."I'm special"!There is nothing more emo than a teen in love....even ET's a bit colder,YEAH trust me!&lt;br /&gt;                       But then DOOMSDAY COMES............the mate turns out to be a snitch breaking the alien's heart.......and its funny how everyone takes this "Natural calamity".Some get hooked to songs like (AHEM,BARF!)"Lonely-Akon"....................i just want to tell them you're never going to get lucky if you keep singing that loser of a song.Some "walk a lonely road".......i pray they get hit by a truck,maybe heaven is a party!Some put freaky pictures of bleeding hands,tears of blood and pathetic quotes.WHY SO GOTH!?!?!?Leave the goth community alone,as it is they they feel life is unfair and no one loves them........and that's not it some of them go "diet goth" or emo.....why the hell?!?!?once you're over your unlucky pash you'll get back to your gay music(no offence to my pink friends!)STOP IT GUYS!don't just use these gimmicks to make a point,you guys just look like total posers.And whats with the dulls ville anthem"Right here waiting for you"???you're no handicapped goon,what the hell are you waiting for.........MOVE ON........you're just 17 or 18 or maybe 22.......its not over.......and if you still think it is...my heart bleeds for you........HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAH!&lt;br /&gt;                                     More than love,people in love puzzle me.I've had 4 crushes till date and i did nothing about them(yeah with an exception)REGRET!NO!life's too short for that and I'm too much of a egoistical hussy for thinking that way!But yeah i could've done something about them.I learnt alot from every crush though........and well also that its much more exciting to confess than sit back and watch them prancing around,hehhehehhe!They were nice old fellows........not too old though...Sometimes i feel like a wuss........but then I've got my fellow wussy cats all around the globe.And as the lines goes"“That's why they call them crushes. If they were easy, they'd call them something else.”&lt;br /&gt;                  conclusion.........we all have alot of love around of us but we are only truly HAPPY...when we can personify it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-with every comment you save an orphan's life,If you say "NO" to commenting you say "DEATH" to an orphan......Give them life!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-320090647678788648?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/320090647678788648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=320090647678788648' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/320090647678788648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/320090647678788648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-not-bedtime-story.html' title='LOVE-not a bedtime story!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SCM0InTQz-I/AAAAAAAAAGo/8qOo9i-09N4/s72-c/Forbidden_Love_by_HinoNeko.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-5389287510670952390</id><published>2008-05-05T19:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T20:27:41.626+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ENOUGH SAID !Its picture time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8dDtGSvJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RojuNEnwVv0/s1600-h/Jack_White_by_jack_white_club.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8dDtGSvJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RojuNEnwVv0/s320/Jack_White_by_jack_white_club.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196904444491644050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                       JACK WHITE.........*drools*................JACK WHITE.........*drools*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8a6tGSvII/AAAAAAAAAGU/r8azBiH5v8E/s1600-h/paul-walker-2003-mtv-movie-awards-CHKOq4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8a6tGSvII/AAAAAAAAAGU/r8azBiH5v8E/s320/paul-walker-2003-mtv-movie-awards-CHKOq4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196902090849565826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                     ...and thats pretty easy on the eyes.....eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8awtGSvHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/CNtvyoFchMA/s1600-h/image_72_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8awtGSvHI/AAAAAAAAAGM/CNtvyoFchMA/s320/image_72_18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196901919050873970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                  Ah i love the "gay filth".........Nevermind the buzzcocks is RAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8abtGSvGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YU8-xt2aqPs/s1600-h/200px-10_Things_I_Hate_About_You_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8abtGSvGI/AAAAAAAAAGE/YU8-xt2aqPs/s320/200px-10_Things_I_Hate_About_You_film.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196901558273621090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8aWtGSvFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zmk48CAPBMw/s1600-h/austin-powers-xbox-360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8aWtGSvFI/AAAAAAAAAF8/zmk48CAPBMw/s320/austin-powers-xbox-360.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196901472374275154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8aPNGSvEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4ZGOdba9tSs/s1600-h/200px-My_Best_Friends_Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8aPNGSvEI/AAAAAAAAAF0/4ZGOdba9tSs/s320/200px-My_Best_Friends_Wedding.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196901343525256258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8aCNGSvDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0E31hAfxmbg/s1600-h/Billie_Holiday_8120750.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8aCNGSvDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0E31hAfxmbg/s320/Billie_Holiday_8120750.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196901120186956850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8ZQNGSvCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aXuckwyjwqA/s1600-h/225px-ElectricSix_2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8ZQNGSvCI/AAAAAAAAAFk/aXuckwyjwqA/s320/225px-ElectricSix_2003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196900261193497634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                     Electric six-"you're a superstar at the gay bar!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8ZG9GSvBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dwEyPNTFpTo/s1600-h/Death_Cab_for_Cutie_by_NerdyPickle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8ZG9GSvBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dwEyPNTFpTo/s320/Death_Cab_for_Cutie_by_NerdyPickle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196900102279707666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8Y6tGSvAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Z1i1Z153-vQ/s1600-h/Dave_Matthews_Band__by_GeocachingOdder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8Y6tGSvAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Z1i1Z153-vQ/s320/Dave_Matthews_Band__by_GeocachingOdder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196899891826310146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      .............and i still don't know the exact connection of this symbol with DMB!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8Ym9GSu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/U0SxaW9tziQ/s1600-h/Arctic_Monkeys_by_dyanbc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8Ym9GSu_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/U0SxaW9tziQ/s320/Arctic_Monkeys_by_dyanbc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196899552523893746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8YMtGSu-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ut6LERAA_Us/s1600-h/RnR_Legends___Kurt_by_Hubner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8YMtGSu-I/AAAAAAAAAFE/ut6LERAA_Us/s320/RnR_Legends___Kurt_by_Hubner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196899101552327650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8XatGSu8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/4kZJ-qnIFP0/s1600-h/Brain_farts_by_Super_Munkyboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8XatGSu8I/AAAAAAAAAE0/4kZJ-qnIFP0/s320/Brain_farts_by_Super_Munkyboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196898242558868418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8W7dGSu6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/zLP-eKFRsbw/s1600-h/7767465.3920691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8W7dGSu6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/zLP-eKFRsbw/s320/7767465.3920691.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196897705687956386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8Wn9GSu5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/WqWcHK6OvZM/s1600-h/Towards_the_Moon_by_ResidoLancin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8Wn9GSu5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/WqWcHK6OvZM/s320/Towards_the_Moon_by_ResidoLancin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196897370680507282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8WPdGSu4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NDasJlD-sMQ/s1600-h/ATgAAAAhwF8A_Sh8kzCb48fKNfhH2WBEYHx6x0UGYl8FXUdBUoLvPTiroWJalu6X2xXJnASOhVvQ_MavZ-E1ZF6BJed8AJtU9VD666JSBxqkfvYN5iYaleGT1C9AhA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8WPdGSu4I/AAAAAAAAAEU/NDasJlD-sMQ/s320/ATgAAAAhwF8A_Sh8kzCb48fKNfhH2WBEYHx6x0UGYl8FXUdBUoLvPTiroWJalu6X2xXJnASOhVvQ_MavZ-E1ZF6BJed8AJtU9VD666JSBxqkfvYN5iYaleGT1C9AhA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196896949773712258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8V-NGSu3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/WoXhYpMh94U/s1600-h/The_Notebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8V-NGSu3I/AAAAAAAAAEM/WoXhYpMh94U/s320/The_Notebook.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196896653420968818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;         This is hardcore.................................ROMANTIC.....sheesh!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8U09GSu2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pXGYGXMUwIg/s1600-h/arm-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8U09GSu2I/AAAAAAAAAEE/pXGYGXMUwIg/s320/arm-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196895394995551074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8UqNGSu1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/8bPgI2TKt2E/s1600-h/WOLFE_Supergrass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8UqNGSu1I/AAAAAAAAAD8/8bPgI2TKt2E/s320/WOLFE_Supergrass.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196895210311957330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"We are young we run green, Keep our teeth, nice and clean, See our friends, see the sights, feel     alright!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8UBtGSuzI/AAAAAAAAADs/oQxzIoT0NVI/s1600-h/l_c26413f31bab3a829606af674c9e2a1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8UBtGSuzI/AAAAAAAAADs/oQxzIoT0NVI/s320/l_c26413f31bab3a829606af674c9e2a1c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196894514527255346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8ToNGSuyI/AAAAAAAAADk/mHoOqSFDt4Q/s1600-h/dave_20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8ToNGSuyI/AAAAAAAAADk/mHoOqSFDt4Q/s320/dave_20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196894076440591138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                 Me god,Me lord,Me man....................he's mine!Dave matthews....du-uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8TetGSuxI/AAAAAAAAADc/YZfeiZ_42Vs/s1600-h/fratellis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8TetGSuxI/AAAAAAAAADc/YZfeiZ_42Vs/s320/fratellis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196893913231833874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                  " These are crazy times down at Costello music "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8TRdGSuwI/AAAAAAAAADU/q563C3zJNpA/s1600-h/ATgAAAAVpHOoQSN6ySPny7SnHlkXKtMQvMCAS1IvteKuZsCOYKHnjA16cDvD9ydrluUX87MmvLo86ZFS69kLJ12tUPdtAJtU9VD0IzgBpgWEwU0U1lfa_esdbHVcDA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8TRdGSuwI/AAAAAAAAADU/q563C3zJNpA/s320/ATgAAAAVpHOoQSN6ySPny7SnHlkXKtMQvMCAS1IvteKuZsCOYKHnjA16cDvD9ydrluUX87MmvLo86ZFS69kLJ12tUPdtAJtU9VD0IzgBpgWEwU0U1lfa_esdbHVcDA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196893685598567170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8TI9GSuvI/AAAAAAAAADM/KF_YMktoo8c/s1600-h/0000-5684-4%7EBarnum-and-Bailey-Circus-Dream-Posters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8TI9GSuvI/AAAAAAAAADM/KF_YMktoo8c/s320/0000-5684-4%7EBarnum-and-Bailey-Circus-Dream-Posters.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196893539569679090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8TCdGSuuI/AAAAAAAAADE/Hh52I_OnDx8/s1600-h/2bc2_1_sbl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8TCdGSuuI/AAAAAAAAADE/Hh52I_OnDx8/s320/2bc2_1_sbl.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196893427900529378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-5389287510670952390?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/5389287510670952390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=5389287510670952390' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/5389287510670952390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/5389287510670952390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='ENOUGH SAID !Its picture time!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB8dDtGSvJI/AAAAAAAAAGg/RojuNEnwVv0/s72-c/Jack_White_by_jack_white_club.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-177681451721583831</id><published>2008-05-05T09:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-05T10:08:20.652+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why do "I" blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB6N9tGSupI/AAAAAAAAACY/Pox4hu2v2gs/s1600-h/Holy_Stop_Sign_by_Saikano259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB6N9tGSupI/AAAAAAAAACY/Pox4hu2v2gs/s320/Holy_Stop_Sign_by_Saikano259.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196747111249656466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,i just thought i have to make this one clear.........alright my blog is not to stimulate you all intellectually,well it might just do that,but that's not the only reason.If you think this a"bumf".....sure don't read any of this.I blog because i want to speak out........to the ones who want to listen and can get where i can,no hard feeling for those who don't like my stuff,SERIOUSLY.Plus, this is a great distraction,which i needed.I really don't know why the rest of you blog,some of you definitely do that to put up your writings and some just use there blog as some kinna journal(not all that private though).But seriously for me its all of this,so don't expect a "refined" piece every time you people come here..........it might just be something very obvious to some,lame to some and not "my best work" to some.I write what ever i feel or think  at that point,and something i want to share with you people,THE GREEN TEENS,i don't really want you people to be convinced by me,though i try,if you disagree with me then do comment,i would appreciate your honesty..........and you wont be on my "shit list".........this consists of people who read but don't comment.See if i don't know you,i don't care,i still want you to comment.If i knew you once,then there's nothing better than commenting on my blog,don't be a square and go like "she doesn't even know me anymore!".If i don't talk to you for some reason,even then comment,I'm not some stuck up lass,I'll love to hear from you even if we detested each other,I SWEAR!And if you're someone i know, talk to and expect to post then.................a kick in the shins would do.........WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?So just wanted to make sure you people know some stuff.And hey i usually write about the people i know or i know through someone,so some of you might just find yourself here............but yes i don't take names.The blog just makes me let go off all the stupid thoughts which stop me from speaking out at times.And hey this is to all fellow bloggers,REMEMBER,don't take those comments tooooooo seriously.Don't start moulding you style of writing because someone told you that's its your forte,stop listen,analyse(heheh this reminds me of that Marvin Gaye number)...and then do whatever you like.You're here to make people see something they don't,so take only the positive from each comment..........even though its blunt criticism.Thank you for going through this,it sure was important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-Listen to "alright" by Supergrass...........then the green teen concept would make sense!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-177681451721583831?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/177681451721583831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=177681451721583831' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/177681451721583831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/177681451721583831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-do-i-blog.html' title='Why do &quot;I&quot; blog!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB6N9tGSupI/AAAAAAAAACY/Pox4hu2v2gs/s72-c/Holy_Stop_Sign_by_Saikano259.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-6580557023048512395</id><published>2008-05-04T21:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-10T20:26:21.050+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HELLO!We are shallow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB3osdGSuoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RoYFrtEEL7M/s1600-h/Dirty_Little_Secret_by_xXxRealxEmotionxXx.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB3osdGSuoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RoYFrtEEL7M/s320/Dirty_Little_Secret_by_xXxRealxEmotionxXx.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196565395478329986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns you on in a guy?Girls-"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;uuuummmm&lt;/span&gt; i guess a cute butt!"..........What turns you on in a girl?Guys-"JUGS JUGS JUGS!!!"DAMN!jeez..........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;heheheh&lt;/span&gt; its funny..........and this is why every time someone say "whats up?' or "whats &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt; down?" i just have to control that cheeky smile.......its hard........but i manage.Seriously that's all what turns you on?!??!OK now the brickbats would start"NO,what crap,i get turned on by the way a guy treats women!"........yeah really?come on,yer not in some English tea party,and you're no "Miss Betty,who can't be petty".......heheheh.........don't you lasses act all "goody two shoes"..........and hey get a life,its cheap!Stop blaming guys for being shallow,look i know what goes on in all  those slumber parties(no pillow fighting in underpants,though)and i really don't know if I'm betraying my fellow gal pals........but we aren't all that good either,at least,I CONFESS,I'M NOT!Plus, isn't it good to own up about your shallow thoughts,ONCE IN A WHILE,at least people won't get the idea that you'll be residing in the "Himalayas" by the age of 25!Anyway,coming to not so kinky fetishes.........don't you like nice looking hands,i don't mean "fragile,with red(slutty)nail paint ,blah blah shit shit",i mean firm clean and decent looking ones?But just a little advice for the guys,if you ever go out with a girl,ASK IF YOU CAN PAY,for her too and if she's got the "rat pack" along, then all of them.Yeah girls do keep all that in mind,waiting to pounce on you,all they need is  the right moment............and well guys being dunderheads,provide for many such instances.You don't wanna be called  [p]imp with a [w],right?!?!?!.Yes,we are shallow,I'm shallow in a very well......uuuummm.........SHALLOW WAY..........i don't wish someone for their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;b'day&lt;/span&gt; if they don't wish me,ya revenge,i don't know gives me sadistic pleasure.Go on laugh over it,you're doing no better,i know how you all try to get back at your ex-best friends,putting up pictures of your "new best friends"ON &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;FACEBOOK&lt;/span&gt;............DAMN!And how you all on purpose,go to you ex-girlfriend's favourite haunt,to make it clear "that I'm great,huh,too bad for you!".And girls,fake special days to get all the gifts.And this is not it, some of them cry and howl over some tragedy(as fake as Pam Anderson's.......yes them)to get the sympathy,free &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bling&lt;/span&gt; and all of the other perks which come with a "good" boyfriend! We are shallow,very shallow..........and its better you all realize this now.So next time please don't get into one of those"girls Vs boys" debate,its a futile never ending battle,where no one can win!But this doesn't mean guys get the freedom to be shallow too,I'm not advocating anyone......YOU ALL ARE SHALLOW.....willies-vaginas...........all...........so just suck it up.........and don't look so scandalized !I know how you all eye your best pals girl.........or gossip bout the new "thing".........so no use........YOU ALL ARE DISCOVERED.......and you all are going to hell..........with me..........YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;lets take all the mayhem down below,PUNKS!&lt;br /&gt;Amen,amen, amen&lt;br /&gt;PSST-remember what your kindergarten teacher taught you,"when you point a finger at someone,there are four fingers pointing at you"...........i don't why i mentioned it........maybe you "not-so-shallow" teens can make sense outta it........(i cant stop snickering!!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-6580557023048512395?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/6580557023048512395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=6580557023048512395' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/6580557023048512395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/6580557023048512395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/hellowe-are-shallow.html' title='HELLO!We are shallow!'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB3osdGSuoI/AAAAAAAAACQ/RoYFrtEEL7M/s72-c/Dirty_Little_Secret_by_xXxRealxEmotionxXx.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-251554796289581340</id><published>2008-05-04T12:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-04T13:36:51.756+05:30</updated><title type='text'>random(but not lame)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB1uWdGSumI/AAAAAAAAACA/WCOHsORTO5E/s1600-h/Sex_It_Up_by_TEH_Wedgie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB1uWdGSumI/AAAAAAAAACA/WCOHsORTO5E/s320/Sex_It_Up_by_TEH_Wedgie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196430877102619234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 12:44 pm and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;listening&lt;/span&gt; to Austin Powers theme.....heheheh....he's one kinky hairy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spy&lt;/span&gt;.......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DEEEEEEGUSTING&lt;/span&gt;!Now some pulp fiction........neway........i've got this new way to popularise my blog"IF YOU &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; COMMENT ON MY BLOG,YOU WILL HAVE 20 YEARS OF BAD LUCK,NO MONEY,a bad sex life......oh no wait no sex at all.the only friends you'll have would be on the World Wide Web.......and yer boyfriend will be an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;emo&lt;/span&gt; ,who you'll soon break up with saying "no its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; you its just ME".....and now some of you will go "SHE IS TWISTED!"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ehehhehehehehheheh&lt;/span&gt;..........no no no i just got one o these cheesy forwards..and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; stop laughing.........anyway,GREEN TEENS,listen to this,this is something which amazed me.I know this guy,and i got  a call from him just an hour back.He tells me that he's in love with this girl,and yes i know he is,cause &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; his victim,ALWAYS,when it comes to those"i love her so much,i could do this,that,blah blah blah"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;kinna&lt;/span&gt; talks........TORTURE!!!Worse than the electric chair!!!So this chap is in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;deeeeeep&lt;/span&gt; love,"deep penetration" as i would call it!But he keeps getting "action" else where,what the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;fuckety&lt;/span&gt; shit!so if you're not getting the girl get some nooky action elsewhere?!?!?!?!?It makes no sense.Please tell me if it does.My advice to you all would be let the "first time"not be paid for.See,those chicks you pick up have nothing to lose,you have a lot to lose for e.g..........YOUR VIRGINITY!!!Please no paid sex,its cheap and easy to get...........but whats the fun if you just get it without working for it?!!??I mean if i ask you what is sex for you..what meaning or importance does it hold in your life.....some would say its "gross,i will never do it!!".......BULLSHIT.......i'll see you after 5 years and then ask the same question........then some would say"its fun"........could be, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know its NOT candy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;of course&lt;/span&gt;!But please all you 14 yr &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; its nothing like "porn"...........its BIG DEAL............and not that lame or moronic,GET THAT??!?!I will like to quote someone"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; try to hit puberty before it comes to you!"no use,you'll just turn out to be those loser chaps who know too much too soon.........and then you'll be bored through out your life........KNOWING TOO MUCH IS BAD!And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; shy away from it either.........be frank...talk about it...but not ONLY about it.........cause then you will never get any decent lass or lad!And the next time any of your "done it all" pal brags about "it".........kick his "bundles of joy" from my side,please!..........don't be scared of sex,its nothing bad......but don't run after it either no use.It'll happen when it should.You don't wanna regret doing it do you?And just a reminder AIDS has no cure,hehehhehehheh..........and NOW some of you will wee in your pants.............hehehehh..........YOUR ANSWER IS :SELF-PRESERVATION,till things get right,perfect suitable.....and if they are............GOT FOR IT,no looking back!Teens,you all are green-mean-machines(oooh love machines,hehehhe,neh not that corny).....and now i shall listen to some holy music before they damn me.........peace.................and goodwill..............to men..............and women..........OK THATS IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-251554796289581340?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/251554796289581340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=251554796289581340' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/251554796289581340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/251554796289581340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/randombut-not-lame.html' title='random(but not lame)'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB1uWdGSumI/AAAAAAAAACA/WCOHsORTO5E/s72-c/Sex_It_Up_by_TEH_Wedgie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-8111863070022733449</id><published>2008-05-04T10:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-04T14:03:52.034+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not just "WORDS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB1ExNGSujI/AAAAAAAAABo/1AMCDh4NUAI/s1600-h/words.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB1ExNGSujI/AAAAAAAAABo/1AMCDh4NUAI/s320/words.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196385157175753266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curbside Prophet's note-its 10:04 a.m........and i think i have a hang-over........no i don't booze,cause booze and old shoes,STINK!just these stupid thoughts which creep into your mind.anyway,this piece right here,made me feel a little on the "mature" side.People tell me I'm "very sensible".........and "more intellectual" than them,but seriously i  feel I'm just original.OK I'll stop blowing my own horn,this poem talks about words,which make a chunk of our lives.We use them so much that sometimes we forget their importance.So read it,i know it'll make sense sooner or later to all o you!I wrote this cause i realized "i don't  let my feeling out"....so this was an attempt to let go........FOR ONCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see its merely ink,&lt;br /&gt;Words and colour totally in sync,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then your eyes see beyond that,&lt;br /&gt;And the chances of it making sense are fat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did a death note make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;Or did a love note leave you high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes their presence is what you need,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes their absence is what you plead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its those three words which seem worth the wait,&lt;br /&gt;And they change your mortal fate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't a "hello" brighten up that anxious face?&lt;br /&gt;And isn't "Hey pretty!"the reason behind that grace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does a "goodbye" end everything?&lt;br /&gt;A life ,a letter or even a petty fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is the word "hate"&lt;br /&gt;It just brings you down cause it seems that its too late,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the way use them that makes you a man,&lt;br /&gt;And not how many you learnt in short span,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words "I do" get a man his wife,&lt;br /&gt;And then they try to live up to them all their life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word "forever"has no expiry date,&lt;br /&gt;So if you love them,just say it its never too late,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cheesiest&lt;/span&gt; pick up lines,&lt;br /&gt;But work better than the most expensive wines,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;quickly&lt;/span&gt; a "yes" turns to a "no",&lt;br /&gt;And how it stays the same no matter how far you go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those stupid words on toilet paper are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; treasure,&lt;br /&gt;They bring a smile and that internal pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These inanimate things make wonders,&lt;br /&gt;But also make room for blunders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make you look up for no reason,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what day or what season,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make you wish ,hope and believe,&lt;br /&gt;They make you weep ,angry and grieve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You haven't spoken for long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Don't&lt;/span&gt; be afraid maybe staying quiet is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words oh these things are wicked,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they make things all so straight,and sometimes so crooked,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a life worth if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; speak,&lt;br /&gt;Because the strong silence often leaves  you weak,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do they all seem like a waste?&lt;br /&gt;A product of excitement and haste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel helpless cause you cant take them back?&lt;br /&gt;Does it seem stupid cause its all in white and black?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tricky ain't the deal?&lt;br /&gt;A hurt that just won't heal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its no use running away,&lt;br /&gt;Take my "word",cause you gotta say what you gotta say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-Its also the longest thing i ever wrote...........as in poem........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-8111863070022733449?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/8111863070022733449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=8111863070022733449' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/8111863070022733449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/8111863070022733449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/not-just-words.html' title='Not just &quot;WORDS&quot;'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SB1ExNGSujI/AAAAAAAAABo/1AMCDh4NUAI/s72-c/words.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-8978286352456516765</id><published>2008-05-03T20:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T21:49:29.348+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Random(dont take it lightly)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SByI29GSuhI/AAAAAAAAABY/xa8oL-xLTKI/s1600-h/Peace_by_thepiston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SByI29GSuhI/AAAAAAAAABY/xa8oL-xLTKI/s320/Peace_by_thepiston.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196178547773979154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah........&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt; day 3.......of i really &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what...but sounds cool.......like some real mysterious blogger...on some godforsaken mission.But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; we all,on some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;kinna&lt;/span&gt; "mission".seriously we are,"no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; today,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; to wear that dress for my date",or,"ah not more than 1hr on the phone,or wait 2hrs i guess".A little stupid but missions they are,sometimes too hard to follow but we are still hell-bent to make them work."By the end of this month that chick is mine!",a jerk proclaims........and well gets down to work,the plan,the resources,the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;execution&lt;/span&gt;.......and the "I'M GONNA GET HER" spirit.Then somewhere a egghead goes"I'm gonna beat them all in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;SATs&lt;/span&gt;!".......these might not be like the ultra cool and well a little gay "missions" of 007 or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Austin&lt;/span&gt; powers,but you have no idea what we teenagers go through to em work!sometimes sleepless nights,starvation,apprehension.....and shiploads of planning!Someones trying to quit smoking,someones trying to quit a clingy boyfriend....and someone is trying to quite life.Don't all of us wake up with something on our mind,the leftover garb of last nights fight,or the memory of some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;abrupt&lt;/span&gt; meeting with that "fair" boy.What did you wake with today?or with whom?........i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;DON'T &lt;/span&gt; mean in the smutty sense......i mean that someone on your mind.I know all o you did.So its no use denying........its hard to wake up with  yourself alone,all intact,preserved.Either its a friend who left you,or Paul Walker or Jack White with his guitar........."YOU think too much".....yeah i do........its hard not to think about the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;possibilities&lt;/span&gt;,the positive side,the negative aftermath..........there is so much to be prepared for!Sigh......"teenagers scare the shit outta me",sure they do.....i scare myself sometimes..........and especially the mission &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; on.........shoving a big trash bag of something i loved into this tiny room...........its hard to just run from something you once ran after!And people say teenagers are morons........we actually are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;super humans&lt;/span&gt;..........we are at that point of our lives where we can make things happen.............and well destroy a whole lot of them.Just a sincere request.....i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what your next day will be like........though i hope you wake up with that "someone" on your mind.........who's mind you've been haunting,THATS fair.JAH BLESS.......GREEN TEENS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-8978286352456516765?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/8978286352456516765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=8978286352456516765' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/8978286352456516765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/8978286352456516765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/randomdont-take-it-lightly.html' title='Random(dont take it lightly)'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SByI29GSuhI/AAAAAAAAABY/xa8oL-xLTKI/s72-c/Peace_by_thepiston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-6960494140646743904</id><published>2008-05-03T09:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T17:09:18.663+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love ,Janie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBvvFNGSugI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uHzHGkd4-Zc/s1600-h/little_teenage_bitch_by_m0riendi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBvvFNGSugI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uHzHGkd4-Zc/s320/little_teenage_bitch_by_m0riendi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196009467796437506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curbside Prophet's note-Janie,who's Janie?Well she's a girl,an everyday story,you'll meet her anywhere,everywhere,or maybe you do know her.Somehow  i do feel close to her,not  because its me,i don't even know who i am but i do see a slight resemblance.But i would still say its not me,this particular piece is very close to my heart,cause i wrote it when i desperately wanted something which could be good enough to make me a little happy,contrary to life,THEN!Its funny how i just started without any specific idea or theme and it just turned out to be this story of girl in a nutshell.She's a little moronic,eerie,witty,jaded,confused,sarcastic,self-indulgent and dreamy.She knows she's the star of her life and it all revolves around her .She isn't someone you might fall in love with,but I'm sure you would wanna know who's the Janie in your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world  seems big from where i live,&lt;br /&gt;But they say its pretty small,&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have much to give,&lt;br /&gt;But you can have it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have a few coins in one pocket,&lt;br /&gt;A few telephone numbers in the other,&lt;br /&gt;The memories of a trashed love in a locket,&lt;br /&gt;And a sorry note from my younger brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm passionate about dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;But that's not what i do,&lt;br /&gt;I listen to music when my mother is screaming,&lt;br /&gt;My hands smell funny cause i play with glue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really like things which are close,&lt;br /&gt;I've always had a liking for things which are probably too far,&lt;br /&gt;I never  wanted your purple prose,&lt;br /&gt;But your honesty did leave a scar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a virgin you know?&lt;br /&gt;And i don't think that's daft,&lt;br /&gt;I can do that,i know so,&lt;br /&gt;But sex still isn't my craft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if i have a killing smile,&lt;br /&gt;But you did seem dead the last time we met,&lt;br /&gt;I fumbled through my speech and said,"that is my style",&lt;br /&gt;I was so high who needed a private jet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do i make you think?&lt;br /&gt;Do i act weird a bit too much?&lt;br /&gt;Does my behaviour make you blink?&lt;br /&gt;I don't really plan anything as such!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes!I swear alot,&lt;br /&gt;And i give no reason for it,&lt;br /&gt;Is that love that you've got?&lt;br /&gt;Last time i tried,it did fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i got funnier with age,&lt;br /&gt;They say its nice the way i turned out,&lt;br /&gt;But all i got from you was rage,&lt;br /&gt;When i made fun of your uncle's gout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah,you know me,&lt;br /&gt;They call me Jane,&lt;br /&gt;You said "that's not what it should be&lt;br /&gt;That name's a bit too sane."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know its funny how a tale starts ,&lt;br /&gt;And then comes to an end,&lt;br /&gt;And there she wrote below the many blue hearts,&lt;br /&gt;"Love,Janie-your ex-girlfriend"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-i know this is Shreya's fave.......so to you,MOTORBITCH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-6960494140646743904?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/6960494140646743904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=6960494140646743904' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/6960494140646743904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/6960494140646743904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/love-janie.html' title='Love ,Janie...'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBvvFNGSugI/AAAAAAAAABQ/uHzHGkd4-Zc/s72-c/little_teenage_bitch_by_m0riendi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-1996770763193428542</id><published>2008-05-03T02:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:24:15.542+05:30</updated><title type='text'>He said ,She said</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBuWodGSufI/AAAAAAAAABI/bseXia1lzqQ/s1600-h/__Teenage_Queen___Illustration_by_sweetscissorlips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195912216851954162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBuWodGSufI/AAAAAAAAABI/bseXia1lzqQ/s320/__Teenage_Queen___Illustration_by_sweetscissorlips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah...well its like 2:09 A.M.I should be hitting the sack,and thinking about what I'm gonna have for breakfast,or probably do the ritualistic "what happened in the day " analysis.But well i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kinna&lt;/span&gt; heard quite a bit from different people,heard about how they get over someone,and its amazing how &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every one's&lt;/span&gt; got their own little story.How every story is so original,and so interesting.Yeah,its funny,just when you think that you've had some unreal ,outlandish experience,there comes a disappointment,"sorry kid,looks like,you've got company!".Its funny how sometimes its "........and they lived happily ever after..........APART!"I spoke to this guy today,a great guy,the kinds you would wanna hear about,and well we got talking,we talk quite a bit.He doesn't really seem all that serious at times.He seems truly committed.......well to himself.Pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;good looking&lt;/span&gt;,always gaging,picking on you,always saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; good,no wait,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; the best!".A self indulgent bastard to be precise!Nice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lil&lt;/span&gt; picture i painted,huh?!?!and well then comes the truth,the kinds which would make you go like "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;WHA&lt;/span&gt;?!?!?".He's been in love with the same girl for the past 8 yrs,even though she went away with someone else years back.I asked him "how do you get over someone?",and he said"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;uuummm&lt;/span&gt; i just ignore them"."And what if you really like her?".....reply.........."Then i never get over her".Its funny how something like a teenage crush turns to this everlasting wish.People have all sorts of innovative ways to get over their unlucky romances.Some go into depression,cut themselves here and there and well feel EUPHORIA!I wonder how?While some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; really go that drastically physical to quote them "ah,all you need is some dark chocolate,wine and a nice copy of Julia Quinn".Some change their play lists........A TOTAL OVERHAULING!!!so from "sway my way" it becomes"Smack my bitch up".Abusive rap , dark and gross songs about "fucking Satan" are like some sweet symphony to them.........or they go all"feel good inc"......and they make a careful attempt not to listen to any song with the mention of the word "love" or anything close.Some take a while,they cry and "whine".......and go like "why the hell is he committed?"........sorry that piece is TAKEN!They take a whole year to realize it should get over,another six months to be sure that the crush should go.........and then some more time to "GET OVER".Then some are a pro at it,a week and they are done........they are the smart ones..or the lucky ones.They have this amazing rapport with their brains and heart......all in sync!!!!And hey if you're into any of these "nice guys".........get ready for the cardiac arrests........their intelligent and pragmatic approach would make you hate them, and you might go all "fuck yourself".Then there are the "cliff hangers"...........heheheh..........or "human taxis".......they get over by getting "the new guy"....and the old "everlasting love " goes in a click,POOF!!!And yes the age old "long distance" problem........damn...its like cat AIDS........no cure........heheheh.My heart aches when i wonder every minute a teenage heart breaks,and gets better with the sad sad, but forceful resolution of "I'm gonna laid"!like having intercourse would help!Fragile minds &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know what to do when a fellow teenager gets the pleasure of breaking their hearts.AND these kings and queens of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dunsville&lt;/span&gt; never learn.Today listening to fellow teenagers made me realize there is no hope........somewhere at this time....the phone will ring......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;TRING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;TRING&lt;/span&gt;!!And a voice would do the damage........on the other end there will be a painful silence,contrary to the storm within.And in the morning another heartbroken teen will rise from his bed with a tear-stained face and make a foolish resolution.And once again some more innovative ideas would be born,giving them hope,so someone will go for a holiday,find "action" elsewhere,someone will listen to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Eminem&lt;/span&gt;,someone will get all teen weepers to watch,someone would put up a facade...............and somewhere someone would be typing a blog at 2:58 a.m. in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-1996770763193428542?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/1996770763193428542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=1996770763193428542' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/1996770763193428542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/1996770763193428542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/he-said-she-saidrandom.html' title='He said ,She said'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBuWodGSufI/AAAAAAAAABI/bseXia1lzqQ/s72-c/__Teenage_Queen___Illustration_by_sweetscissorlips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-4044846088352193831</id><published>2008-05-03T02:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:22:41.420+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Earth Crisis - Inherit The Wasteland</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBuVxtGSueI/AAAAAAAAABA/lGjh33sItL0/s1600-h/Over_Consumption____by_BenHeine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBuVxtGSueI/AAAAAAAAABA/lGjh33sItL0/s320/Over_Consumption____by_BenHeine.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195911276254116322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curbside Prophet's note-This is not something i wrote but  i wanted it to be  featured on my blog.A very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;relevant&lt;/span&gt;  issue,and very well written..........i think this one's a must read!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destroyed in the hands of the deranged.&lt;br /&gt;Mankind's will has been imposed upon the earth as though we&lt;br /&gt;were alone and if our actions had no consequences.&lt;br /&gt;Man crushes all that bars the way on this path to annihilation.&lt;br /&gt;Taking for themselves while the other inhabitant's&lt;br /&gt;lives are given no consideration.&lt;br /&gt;Inherit the wasteland! Spilled oil contaminates the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Inherit the wasteland! Poisons fill the atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;Inherit the wasteland! Toxins infect the ground. Inherit the&lt;br /&gt;wasteland! Deforestation scars the earth.&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;rain forests&lt;/span&gt; burn. Countless animals die.&lt;br /&gt;We must regain control or there will&lt;br /&gt;be nothing left to save. The harmony of nature,&lt;br /&gt;twisted into &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;discordance&lt;/span&gt;. Left to die in the aftermath of their destructive sightlessness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Time is running, time is running,&lt;br /&gt;time is running ... Time is running out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-4044846088352193831?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/4044846088352193831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=4044846088352193831' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/4044846088352193831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/4044846088352193831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/earth-crisis-inherit-wasteland.html' title='Earth Crisis - Inherit The Wasteland'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBuVxtGSueI/AAAAAAAAABA/lGjh33sItL0/s72-c/Over_Consumption____by_BenHeine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-1335842888808102480</id><published>2008-05-02T23:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T03:56:02.825+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Pink Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBuU6dGSudI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9MkC6EywvE8/s1600-h/Sun_by_IchigoxAki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBuU6dGSudI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9MkC6EywvE8/s320/Sun_by_IchigoxAki.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195910327066343890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curbside Prophet's note-AH,so its finally  this!BLISS!.......I'm a little partial to this one right here.I don't really feature in any of my posts,this is just one  exceptional one.A "when they met" .....or well not met exactly,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kinna&lt;/span&gt; story.Its about a girl who's just living her life,like its got everything she wanted.She is happy,happy knowing the fact that she lives a life where no one can trespass on her deepest,moronic,most fantastical thoughts,till he comes by.She's shocked,irritated and feels its unfair,"how can someone know what only i know?" or"how can someone know me better than me, myself?"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;There is&lt;/span&gt; quite a bit of imagery used.Its not exactly "love"which they find,its more like an uncanny comfort or security they find in each other,which could be love. The "Pink Sun"basically talks about how two people,two total strangers could have such a fantastical rapport,which is almost "freaky" .This is a story with a quintessential "happy ending",cause well i can throw logic in a trash bin when it comes to me.I don't really know if the ending is digestible,but then reality sometimes is "prettier" than fiction,trust me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was i thinking or was i even thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Staring into the empty space without blinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing high and low,&lt;br /&gt;The chain of thoughts in continuous flow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked around,it was all the same,&lt;br /&gt;But it felt a bit brighter ,i could surely claim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him"what is the colour of the sun?"&lt;br /&gt;He said "not what it seems to everyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him with doubt and said"then what should it be?"&lt;br /&gt;He smirked and said "if its pink to you its pink to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laughed at this and walked ahead,&lt;br /&gt;"How daft could someone be?",still thinking of what he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wasn't&lt;/span&gt; long,when suddenly he reappeared,&lt;br /&gt;I pretended to be aloof,though i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;could've&lt;/span&gt; sneered,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know why i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; send him away,&lt;br /&gt;I somehow  felt it was too cruel to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He still smiled and told me to turn around,&lt;br /&gt;I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;stupefied&lt;/span&gt; after what i found!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was really pink?But that was just a thought?&lt;br /&gt;It was just me who knew how could i get caught?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You think too loudly probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; why."&lt;br /&gt;His defiant smile made it sound so wry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him how he knew,&lt;br /&gt;But he said"what was the fun if all of us got the clue!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No but you have to tell me who you are&lt;br /&gt;And about your hand with that scar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got that when you said i lied&lt;br /&gt;When you turned your back i almost died!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took my hand and i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; refuse&lt;br /&gt;I gave it to him,like i had nothing to choose,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i knew how he could see,&lt;br /&gt;Probably that was how the world was meant to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-To the inspiration............Jah Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-1335842888808102480?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/1335842888808102480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=1335842888808102480' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/1335842888808102480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/1335842888808102480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/pink-sun.html' title='The Pink Sun'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBuU6dGSudI/AAAAAAAAAA4/9MkC6EywvE8/s72-c/Sun_by_IchigoxAki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-3824313133480712697</id><published>2008-05-02T22:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-03T03:52:50.640+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Ode to "Them Bois"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBuT7NGSucI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HZUoilQK9Lc/s1600-h/The_boys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBuT7NGSucI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HZUoilQK9Lc/s320/The_boys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195909240439617986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curbside Prophet's note-ALRIGHT THEN!!!This post right here,just gives me a kick every time i go through it,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt;,"Mart &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Bois&lt;/span&gt;",yes we all know them......or we will after reading this!"DEFAMATION",no,its nothing like that,not even close."EULOGY" i would be faking it if i said yes!.Its just a THOUGHT about , these multi-faceted lads.......trust you me!Its an amateur  attempt by a juvenile,green,sixteen year old.........which quite  rightly is me........if you are one of these guys........GET EXCITED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!these "blessed" mart guys,&lt;br /&gt;I hear the very name and my sanity dies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All kinds of characters here are born,&lt;br /&gt;And they get worse with each morn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets start with the exclusive lot&lt;br /&gt;Love them or hate them,they're still hot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well-read,hunky and they are mighty tall,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah,you're sure to drool and fall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARENTAL ADVISE:trying to hard can have adverse effects!&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is perfect they're always some defects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know they're snooty and they put up a price,&lt;br /&gt;But what you crave for isn't always "nice".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some musicians score big too,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much you grumble you know its true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the shady zone,&lt;br /&gt;They're all fake with no bloody backbone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're the ones who do the sweet talking,&lt;br /&gt;They gossip about you and their "agents" do the stalking,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get the "IT" girls they stoop so low,&lt;br /&gt;But in the end settle for some slut or ho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're amiable and they're sure to pass you the smile,&lt;br /&gt;BUT STOP YOURSELF,you're just another fool in the file!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH!kick them and don't listen to their cries&lt;br /&gt;There ain't no love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt;,all that garb just dies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly,there are the studious ones too&lt;br /&gt;Who're stuck to their books with glue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're the life of the literary fests,&lt;br /&gt;Life for them is all about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;SATs&lt;/span&gt; and tests,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may not be "hip" but they've got the brains,&lt;br /&gt;For some they might be a loss for some a gain,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we come to the last rung,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;GEEZ&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;You got it wright,the losers and deluded wannabes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no they're no lookers nor do they sound that good,&lt;br /&gt;They're more like the" i wish" and "i could".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would kill to be the studs,&lt;br /&gt;But actually they're just chickens and spuds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their wardrobe will give you the the shivers,&lt;br /&gt;Their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;phony&lt;/span&gt; stories make them the best of fibbers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every lady for them is a new find,&lt;br /&gt;But truly speaking they're more interested in your behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that was my humble attempt,&lt;br /&gt;Now you know where you hold your contempt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if a "mart" guy is your next date,&lt;br /&gt;Choose wisely its your fate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-3824313133480712697?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/3824313133480712697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=3824313133480712697' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/3824313133480712697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/3824313133480712697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/ode-to-them-bois.html' title='An Ode to &quot;Them Bois&quot;'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBuT7NGSucI/AAAAAAAAAAw/HZUoilQK9Lc/s72-c/The_boys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5548587606091280246.post-5809398374941757980</id><published>2008-05-02T22:04:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-07T18:43:39.672+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Presence of the Past-(The Original)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBuRTdGSuaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Fjk2hjVhaqU/s1600-h/Best_friends_forever_by_Liq08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBuRTdGSuaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Fjk2hjVhaqU/s320/Best_friends_forever_by_Liq08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195906358516562338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curbside Prophet's Note-I wrote this keeping no one special in mind,though the inspiration came from one person indeed,its about how your past still haunts you.Like this extra baggage you don't want to let go,even though it makes you feel hopeless.The past its all yours,you are the star,the villain,the hero.......no one can take it away from you......NOT EVEN YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you trudge ahead,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hear the unsaid,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The frozen past is right behind,&lt;br /&gt;Its your creation,you got after all that grind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every note,every story,every street is yours,&lt;br /&gt;And those little secrets you hid behind doors,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture you cherished all this while,&lt;br /&gt;Has faded like all the others in that frayed pile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've lost the broken candle and its light,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing which got you through the pitch dark stormy night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hallway still echoes  with your name,&lt;br /&gt;The verses on the walls and those silly games,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scar on your knee reminds you of how you fell down,&lt;br /&gt;But it did feel better cause 'they' were around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of letters,kisses and candy hearts&lt;br /&gt;And cheesy pictures of cupids with darts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reminiscence of a heartache and a sorry note,&lt;br /&gt;The fantasy of being stuck with him on a stranded boat,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The anxiety when she hung up on you,&lt;br /&gt;The ecstasy when she said 'i do too',&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rumours of the haunted graveyard down the lane,&lt;br /&gt;And the stories of the dead janitor,drove you insane,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth about 'birds and bees',&lt;br /&gt;And that it had nothing to do with ducks and geese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The petty brawls with the other boys,&lt;br /&gt;A broken elbow couldn't spoil the winning joys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You believed friendly aliens,UFOs,spaceships could never let you down,&lt;br /&gt;And that you had pals in the 'Martian Town'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of those faces have gone astray,&lt;br /&gt;And those sand castles blown away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time you broke a few hearts and they broke yours,&lt;br /&gt;Its funny how we settle scores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're scared with every step you take,&lt;br /&gt;You wanna stop for an old friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll lose all this if i move on,&lt;br /&gt;It'll all vanish,it'll all be gone!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A voice from a distance is what you hear,&lt;br /&gt;You tread ahead but with a constant fear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you cant forget your past its like the sweetest song!&lt;br /&gt;So you decide to move but take it along........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSST-Hopefully there's a bit of you or someone you know.And a big "thanks",to the guy who made this happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5548587606091280246-5809398374941757980?l=doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/feeds/5809398374941757980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5548587606091280246&amp;postID=5809398374941757980' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/5809398374941757980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5548587606091280246/posts/default/5809398374941757980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://doomsdayholiday.blogspot.com/2008/05/presence-of-past-original.html' title='Presence of the Past-(The Original)'/><author><name>Curbside Prophet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08065438024186739368</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/Sgk_T1FgrcI/AAAAAAAAAYM/AJPZQL1LI9A/S220/oh_hell_yes_by_monkboyrc.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ItbhdX4oltg/SBuRTdGSuaI/AAAAAAAAAAg/Fjk2hjVhaqU/s72-c/Best_friends_forever_by_Liq08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
