tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85833099595741690842024-02-19T02:49:06.967-08:00The Crap BagBlack Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.comBlogger27125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-72143198878633624032015-06-12T23:59:00.001-07:002015-06-12T23:59:06.904-07:00The perspective of one's life...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">It’s your scent and the touch that defines me,</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">the pleasure in solitude we find together.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Ain't what we have thought of,</span><span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"> </span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">it's not what we have gone through</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">simply the way we find ourself, loving each other</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">I won't say, i have seen the future,</span><span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"> </span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Or, i have been there,</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">I won't say, I am an Oracle,</span><span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"> </span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">wont say I am the one...</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">but I would say,</span><span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"> </span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Every kiss, is like the last kiss of life.</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Every moment is the flash of lifetime</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Drifting away in the magical night of your eyes,</span><span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;"> </span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Holding hand together is indefeasible</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">The small actions of your mighty expression</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Nothing much to say, nothing is there to pretend</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Listening your heartbeat all through the night</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Falling asleep, my head on your chest</span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Your scent and your touch mesmerises my skin</span></div>
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It’s your scent and touch that defines me...</div>
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Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-12982474762796266862015-03-29T09:47:00.001-07:002015-03-29T09:47:05.462-07:00Make your Big Day Special<div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px;">Wedding is an experience. The experience you have thought of, since you were little girl, till you become a woman.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-bottom: 6px; margin-top: 6px;">We at <a href="http://weddingonclick.com/" rel="nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank">WeddingOnClick.com</a> specifically focus on your incomparable experience, because it is the experience of lifetime!</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #141823; display: inline; font-family: helvetica, arial, 'lucida grande', sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.3199996948242px; margin-top: 6px;">Make your big day Special!</div><br /><br />
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Time flew so fast that it’s going to be a decade now. <o:p></o:p></div>
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A Decade of responsibility, <br />
A Decade of making my own decisions,<br />
A decade of Insecurity,<br />
A decade where I have lost many things, and gained some.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s like ages ago when I used to feel comfortable, happy
and full of joy. Life changed in such a way, that I have never expected to be,
until I was 18. <o:p></o:p></div>
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A whole different world was waiting, I didn’t see that
coming. I remember the evening when I was informed, and it was like everything
which I had, I lost. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I lost you, We lost you…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Load of advises, various rituals, and many people giving
assurances, all fake. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s been years and I forgot what it feels like calling
Dad/Papa.<br />
How it’s like to feel secure?<br />
How it feels when you get scolding on wrong decisions?<br />
and appreciated when you do something good.<br />
How it feels to ask/demand without thinking?<br />
How it feels like mom taking my side against you?<br />
What festival means, what is the joy of celebration? How togetherness feels.<br />
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Forgot what fear is? <br />
Fear of not doing something,<br />
fear of doing right thing, <br />
fear of get beaten up on mistakes.</div>
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And now, I only have this blurry image of all those feelings, and It’s just me
now, trying to do the right thing.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s been decade when someone had told me “do what you want,
I am here with you”. I forgot how it feels when someone says: “Don’t worry I am
here”.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I remember when I was little, I just followed the decisions
that you took for me. Good, Bad, Sad whatever, but I didn’t have to think, I
didn’t have to put my brains in it. I just had to follow. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It’s been a decade I am making my own decisions. Good or bad,
Right or wrong, no one questioned. And I grew up very soon, when normally
teenager think about spending money, party with their friends, buy a new bike,
I started thinking about earning, saving and not to become a liability on her,
trying to support her anyway I could, and I did my best. Still, I think I made
mistakes, I could have done it better, but I learned from all the mistakes I
made. <o:p></o:p></div>
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I approximately experienced everything in these 10 years,
how people change, how they act as they are your true guardians, and then how
they just don’t give a damn about you. How someone walk into your life and act
as you are an integral part of their lives, and then walk-out as you were
nothing. Relatives, Friends and people who say ‘You are like family to them’,
keep on coming and crossing by, like passengers, they don’t stay, they don’t
care. And that’s the truth of life.<o:p></o:p></div>
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There were times, when I was neglected, rejected,
demotivated, unappreciated, with these same people who gave me all those crap
of assurances, advised me ‘what to do and what not to do’. <o:p></o:p></div>
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But still I respect all of them. I learned this from you,
watching you giving respect to everyone, doesn’t matter who they are or what
they had done. The respect you gave to her, the respect you had for our likes
and dislikes and our decisions, anyone else can’t give, and so there is no
point.<o:p></o:p></div>
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You were and are my ideal. I always wanted to be like you,
the way you walked, the way you talked, the way you dressed up, you were the
most handsome person I had ever known or seen. <o:p></o:p></div>
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My existence is because of you and you are my father. I forgot what this word means but yes I still
have those images of yours and sense that you are still somewhere watching and
guiding me, giving me strength to take big decisions and supporting me when I
go wrong. And this makes me strong and I forgot what feeling week is…<o:p></o:p></div>
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Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-44770914838081906332011-10-11T10:45:00.000-07:002011-10-11T12:09:14.072-07:00Why Twitter is a hit!?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYYjCL3Uk4C8UTOAeuTc5bYMbeCOhB6ExY0LJ-gt2qLZOnH27xz4E6_oAg-pDWI7_rCnBD7a5aJvSrGugr1U7baks25OJplI3U37nC5j4J3q2FJdwsaQyT24LTiF7uOxfWXWF4txwaZY/s1600/twitter-bird-5.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoYYjCL3Uk4C8UTOAeuTc5bYMbeCOhB6ExY0LJ-gt2qLZOnH27xz4E6_oAg-pDWI7_rCnBD7a5aJvSrGugr1U7baks25OJplI3U37nC5j4J3q2FJdwsaQyT24LTiF7uOxfWXWF4txwaZY/s200/twitter-bird-5.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662313696264111970" /></a><br /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Why Twitter??</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Let me ask you first, Why are you on twitter? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">To get the updates of the person whom you like?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">To check whom your bf/gf is talking to or following?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">To get the latest News?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">To know what is new in the world?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">To fill a vent of your life by being omnipresent?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Or just like that?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">There can be infinite reasons, and may be all of them can be true, or may be you are just faking it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Anyway coming to the point, why I think Twitter is not too good but its a good thing, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><h2 style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; clear: both; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.5em; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Someone says..... "Twitter is a giant time suck!" </span></span></h2><h2 style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; clear: both; font-weight: normal; font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;">"Seriously, let’s say you have 4,267 followers. Do you really think that anyone is reading your tweets? Do you read the tweets from your 4,267 followers? Other than a spamy DM (</span></span><em style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; ">that’s Direct Message for you newbies</em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 24px; ">), have any of your followers ever contacted you, or bought something from you?</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; line-height: normal; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span"> "<br /></span><br /></span></h2><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Point 1- </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">If you have 4267 followers, you are a Hero, and you shouldn't talk like this, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><i><span class="Apple-style-span">Dell has more than 20 profiles on Twitter, with more than 15,00,000 at Max and 398 at Minimum followers, whom they keep track on sec basis, they reply and understand queries of each and every user and are helping them. </span></i></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I am not going to tell you all what exactly Dell and Consumers are getting,because you are intelligent enough to understand. If not then Leave the topic... :)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Point 2</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">If you have 4267 followers, how the hell in this world YOU will be able to get their tweets, they are your followers, you are not following them!<br /><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Companies do contact the customer, friends do contact their friends, I do contact some interesting people and my "ex" that is the whole point, why the hell will someone will contact some stupid uninteresting person, and if you are telling me even after having "4267" followers, none of them contact you, hoh man! what are you??</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Some Says.....</span></div><div><strong style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto; ">"What is the purpose?</strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> Why would you tweet a message to 4,267 followers knowing that if you were truly blessed that possibly 2 people might actually see your message, stop what they’re doing and give thanks that YOU just finished a bagel at Starbucks?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> </span></div><div><strong style="background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; vertical-align: baseline; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 24px; text-align: -webkit-auto; ">What am I missing here?</strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Georgia, 'Bitstream Charter', serif; line-height: 24px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "> How could such a time-wasting application gain such popularity? If no one’s reading, but everyone’s tweeting, what is the purpose? Who gains what? Tweeting is like cooking a chicken and tossing it out the window. YOU feel good about your accomplishment, but no one knows you did it and you just wasted time for nothing.</span><span class="Apple-style-span"> "</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I agree with this para, but not truly, I see people tweeting every single second, I don't see that happening in this environment, it sometimes pisses me off too, but I see some sensible tweeters tweeting some sensible stuff at a particular time interval.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Free Suggestion (Don't overdo it)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Although again coming to the point, Twitter is a success because Facebook doesn't have an unlike button and followers are not your friend, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">e.g.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">you clear out your frustration in here, because you can't do it on Facebook </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: small; ">or on </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: small; ">anybody's face </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: small; ">because their are friends and family</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: small; ">.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-size: small; "> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Twitter has Huge potential, I don't think for utilizing the potential their should be A Million followers, it's about using the source at it's full, in India actually there is no case study which can show you the true potential of twitter, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">I feel that the area is still to define... 99% user are using twitter for a bull-shit reason, believe it or not, but just check their tweets, what relevancy and add-ons you find in their tweet in respect to their life, it's just too much noise with nothing good in it.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">But I can see the future, with relevant followers who are interested in learning & understanding and following relevant company or people...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Right now what it is, it's a TREND, very soon it is going to become a need, and once it will take that Shape you can clearly feel the difference. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-4463351622838269772011-07-20T03:53:00.000-07:002011-07-20T05:21:22.676-07:00Daring or Excitement or Adventure or Personality<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlSGOlXE2kyZv7dWBNz59e_gUgMzuRzUgMiteBp0JHaPHDbB7GN9uCQQKH29tMw-FD57goOy7lDn2Qv7yCKgNoWdlA0w90yRdw4dSMhbXkwws7kTGfg0tFEMily-Z_Nf9hoaT2czviQc/s1600/Sex-Drugs-alcohol.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 199px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxlSGOlXE2kyZv7dWBNz59e_gUgMzuRzUgMiteBp0JHaPHDbB7GN9uCQQKH29tMw-FD57goOy7lDn2Qv7yCKgNoWdlA0w90yRdw4dSMhbXkwws7kTGfg0tFEMily-Z_Nf9hoaT2czviQc/s200/Sex-Drugs-alcohol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631406106483950562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Do you drink and drive, gamble, or sleep with strangers? It's not just a behavior. It's a personality.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />She lives for excitement. She dies of boredom when life becomes too predictable. She has a wide circle of friends but no tolerance for dullards. She likes meeting exciting new people, even if she knows that they are unreliable. She smokes and drinks hard—and parties heavily on weekends with Ecstasy, or any new drug that appears on the scene. She thinks nothing of going to bed with someone she just met, without obtaining character references or condoms. She has a Porsche that she drives...fast. She also likes to gamble at the casino—often losing more than she can afford.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">She's behavior encompasses many kinds of risk. In the long term, the most dangerous of her activities are smoking and drinking. There are nearly 80 times as many deaths per year from tobacco and alcohol as from cocaine and heroin. But She thinks only of today's gratifications, not their associated dangers.</span><br /><br />"She" is a fictional character, but she represents a kind of general risk-taker, one whose behavior encompasses many different activities. Such broad-spectrum risk-takers not only exist, I have discovered, but have a distinctive personality makeup that is the product of both genes and experience. It is important to identify such people because they create significant public health problems, for others as well as themselves. But for all the danger they put themselves in, they personify—perhaps magnify is more precise—a human trait that is very much responsible for our survival as a species.<br /><br />Over these weeks, I have studied about personality traits, I have seen various personalities attracted towards doing things way out of their culture & tradition.<br />One of my friend wrote:<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">"I do bad things sometimes. I seem to have an attraction to them. I try to make up for it though, that's about all one can do." </span>and few of my best buddies accepted the fact.<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">"Risk taking or doing wrong things is not the main point of sensation-seeking behavior; it is merely the price such people pay for certain kinds of activities that satisfy their need for novelty, change and excitement. In fact, many of the things that high sensation-seekers do are not at all risky. They enjoy high-intensity rock music, view Sex and horror films, travel to exotic places, and party without drugs" </span> <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Sensation-seeking can also extend to the physical, involving unusual or extreme sports s</span><span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">uch as skydiving, hang gliding, scuba diving, auto racing, rock climbing and whitewater kayaking. An interest in participating in such sports describes one subcategory of sensation-seeking: thrill- and adventure-seeking.</span><br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">- Writes a psychologist. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Some psychologists have suggested that risk-taking is linked to Neuroticism, a personality trait. They see it as an expression of neurotic conflict, a form of acting out or counter-phobic behavior. Our previous research on physical risk-taking refutes such an explanation; it suggests that risk-takers do not expressly exhibit traits of neuroticism or anxiety.</span> </span><br />So, people who are like "SHE" are of that personality, its not habit.<br /><br />High-risk behaviors like reckless driving, an antisocial activity if ever there was one, are a vehicle for expressing aggressiveness and hostility. Or perhaps risk-taking might be just an expression of a generalized need for activity itself, as is the case with hyperactive individuals, who provide their own stimulation through activity to overcome boredom. <p>Yet many risky activities, such as drinking and drug use, are done in a social setting. So it is possible that these activities, particularly in a college population, may be related to sociability. I look at college students, when I was in college there was a friend of mine and few of my friends were engaged in some or all kinds of risky activities like: smoking, drinking, drugs, sexual behavior, reckless driving.<br /></p><p>Now I ask a question: Is there indeed such a thing as a generalized risk-taking tendency? and if so, what type of personality traits are associated with this tendency?<br />Also,<br />There is a question I asked with a psychologist friend was: whether the six arenas of risk are interrelated, pointing to a concept of generalized risk-taking.</p> <p>As it turned out, smoking, drinking, sex and drugs work in tandem with each other. Among both males and females, students who did one tended to do the others.</p><p>you can answer on your own, with your experience.<br /></p><p>As a single guy, I use to go to the parties, I don't drink, I don't smoke, hence I know the difference between being in senses and senseless deeds. I like dancing with girls, but I definitely know what is the limit. Drunk girls can easily be loosed and ultimately they end up sleeping with other guy. I have experienced two different statements with a same girl, while drinking and smoking and the next morning. <span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></p><p>Drinking, Smoking, One night stands, Gambling etc. are not part of adventure, it is something stupid that will make you regret once in a while in your lifetime. If doing this for fun or you love to do it, then just do it, relating this to adventure is wrong.<br /></p><p>As far as risk taking and adventure is concerned,<br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:85%;">Start a business,<br />Horse ride,<br />adventure Sports,<br />Go to Everest, north and South pole,<br />Leave your parent's home to build your own,<br />make your dream your life,<br />and all these things needs your 100% sense,<br />or check out Tushky <a href="http://www.facebook.com/iamTushky">http://www.facebook.com/iamTushky</a></span></p><p>so what about alcohol?</p>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-72295521402553163442011-03-05T23:42:00.000-08:002011-03-05T23:55:08.982-08:00Lustful Longing<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0PZtqQHHKuo457HXrTTpMgIKS0CSBxcl6hN56mElYu14-XcCtkJDUBGjiLs59bIgb50-Rb6zaZPc6KeqrzQPwcWUbX7Ah6QHRNRQuCVNuJ6SpxhlgaHKEfeFbJ4BuYT3OE_sP5UXrOU/s1600/happy_couple_passionately_kissing.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 157px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJ0PZtqQHHKuo457HXrTTpMgIKS0CSBxcl6hN56mElYu14-XcCtkJDUBGjiLs59bIgb50-Rb6zaZPc6KeqrzQPwcWUbX7Ah6QHRNRQuCVNuJ6SpxhlgaHKEfeFbJ4BuYT3OE_sP5UXrOU/s200/happy_couple_passionately_kissing.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580871615508588802" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "><div style="text-align: center;">Tell me what I'd have to change. Who would I have to be</div><div style="text-align: center;">To slip into your arms; for you to make sweet love to me.</div></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">Must I climb the highest cliff; swim along the ocean floor</div><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">Crawl over broken glass - would you demand that I do more?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">Could you take me as I am, with my issues and my flaws</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">Pull me to your chest without a hesitation or a pause?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">Slide your hungry tongue between my parted lips.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">Run your anxious fingers along my quivering hips.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">Wrap me in your passion, expose your every need.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">Press your steamy lips to mine, every secret freed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">Sprinkle your tears across my cheek, confess every desire</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">Moan my name, call me yours, and set my soul on fire.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">Need me more with every breath that slips into your chest,</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">Please me nightly, miss me daily, never compare me with the rest.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">Grip my wrists; look in my eyes, and say the words I long to hear</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">Kiss me roughly, and weep my name, forever hold me dear.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div></span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; ">Do I ask for wishes that could never quite come true?</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(78, 79, 128); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "><div style="text-align: center;">Is my sin, my greatest fault, that I can't stop loving you?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">~Jennifer</div></span></div>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-14469183629280071172011-02-03T21:00:00.000-08:002011-02-03T21:48:27.255-08:00Invisible FencesI am reading a book of Robin Sharma, what an amazing writer, but I will like to call him phenomenal observer. This post is dedicated to the thoughts which he was able to implant in <div>my cerebellum.<div><br /></div><div>why we avoid change? why we don't innovate? why we don't express the genius residing within us? why we choose to simple life and avoid challenges? why we choose to leave the discussion or conflicts? - The reason <b>"Invisible Fences"</b>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Have you ever seen a military officer training his dog? if not then let me explain for you.. </div><div>It spoke on of an invisible fence. It's a system that sets an invisible boundary that the dog can't get past. The dog eventually become conditioned so that even when the fence is gone, it will not run beyond it. The dog sets up an imaginary limits that determine its reality.<br />We are like that too. As we grow up, we adopt negative beliefs and false assumptions and sabotaging fears from the world around us. These become our invisible fences. We believe that they are real. When we bump up against them at work(and in life), we retreat. We believe the boundary is true. So we shrink from all we are meant to be/do/have. The illusion seems so real. But its not. </div><div><br /></div><div>Watch a 2 year old baby, is he afraid of doing anything, or does he think that what will be the consequence of the actions he is taking, </div><div>NO.. and this is the big reason, why a baby starts Crawling then walking and finally running...</div><div>They don't set their limits, and if they will, trust me they will never grow.</div><div><br /></div><div><b>Don't Set your limits - </b>Setting limits and analyzing too much results a very narrow path which leads to grow but "rationally".</div><div>Extraordinary people are ordinary people with extra imagination. They are failed thousand of times but still they continue doing it, that is what we call courage.</div><div>I remember a quote from Thomas Edition when he was asked by a journalist:</div><div>"Sir, How do you feel when you failed 10,000 times before this greatest invention."</div><div>He smiled and replied <b>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; ">I have not failed. I've just found 10,000 ways that won't work.".</span></b></div><div><br /></div><div>No great life was ever built on a foundation of excuses. My elder brother, I adore him, and he is one of my ideals, I remember when I was in 10th going to give my exam, He asked me something and I gave some excuse for not doing that.... He replied <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" >"We have forty million reasons(excuses) for not doing, but only one reason for completing the task, and that is I Had to".</span></b></i> </div><div>Successful people don't make excuses. They create results. And no great life was ever built on foundation of excuses. Most of them are self created delusions, designed to help you avoid doing the things you are afraid to do. Yes, beneath every excuse lives a fear.</div><div>A fear of changing, unknown, failure, success.</div><div><br /></div><div><i>"No matter what life sends us, we are the responsible for the way we respond" </i></div><div>- Rohit Sharma</div><div>We truly are. We can own our reaction. We can choose what we do with the situation. We can be bitter, or show up better. Tons of choices - at all times. Starting with our words, choosing them well, positive attitude & open mind... </div><div><br /></div><div><u><i>Life is Beautiful</i></u></div><div><u><i><br /></i></u></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div></div></div>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-60719167416833588852011-01-01T21:04:00.000-08:002011-01-04T10:49:14.731-08:00Treasured Memory of New Year Celebration (Part I)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">New Year's Day is every man's birthday." </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">- Charles Lamb </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;">When I saw this quote five, six days back, I thought of why not I start a new different life!! not because my life is boring or something, it's because I want few different things this year, so I finally decided to start this in a <b>new way, </b></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><b></b>l</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">eaving all kind of crap behind, and thinking to have a blast on 31st, I agreed for the party.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">So we (Me and 23 more different people of different companies & backgrounds) get together and decided to celebrate our new year on farmhouse far from the city,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "> in the peace of mountains, below stars shining and lightening up the grass and trees. The plan was perfect and exciting, and seriously what we had was damn exciting and are some <b>treasured memory.</b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><b></b>Here it starts:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><b>The Journey Part I</b> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">I left my house to tie up with these people at 6 PM and reached Titwala 3 stations away from Kalyan @8:20, where I found they are waiting for the train back to Kalyan, on the <b>wrong Platform</b>, where I <u>first</u> found out that where we had to reach is 50KM away from the place where we were standing. So we waited and waited for train to come. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">Somehow fortunately I saw the indicator and realized, that the train was already positioned on the other platform. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><b>well.. that is not big a deal, it happens sometime,</b> so we rushed and took the train.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">On the way, after taking advice with different people we came to know that we should get down one station prior to Kalyan as it is only 45 KM from there.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">We did that and again started waiting for other people to come for next 1.15 hrs. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">Somehow the pause was over and they came </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">Late but <b>we realized that we were not ministers</b> so that drivers would have been waiting for us with the car at 10:30PM in the interior of a state. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">So we finalized two rickshaw..</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">How much we were paying? - <b>1200 bucks, </b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><b>for 40 KM</b> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">(but anyway instead of 3 people, 5 person hopped in and now its OK)</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Verdana, Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;">Somehow after one hour of journey we again get a <b>surprise news</b>, that it was actually 55 -60 KM's away, but we kept on going in that cold, chilly, freezing wind, and we managed to reach at the place.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><b>Arrival & Celebration...</b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;">After 1.5 hours we arrived at the location, It was perfect - moon(Dim)light, Stars, loneliness (except 25 people), DJ, Lighting, BallFire, ("Vodka, Rum, Beer, Wine etc" - Not of my interest ) Chicken, everything to make you feel like heaven.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;">As the two hand of clock hits, we all wished each other a happy new year, and crackers lit up and Music started. We all started dancing and hugging each other, Drinkers and smokers were on the fire... and the place was looking so beautiful.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;">I was there on the dance floor, standing and shaking my Ass & looking at the girls dancing, drinking and smoking, having fun.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"> </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"> I and my one more friend standing beside me were enjoying THUMPS UP and we suddenly watched a man in a sweater, monkey cap, and formal pant, coming from behind the bushes, 7 more people were following him and immediately they surrounded us. Before we act or think we were on the gun point of 7 Police officer's, and we were looking at each others face........ :)</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "><br /></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span></span></div>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-4825079230032988212010-12-19T20:06:00.000-08:002010-12-19T20:07:42.702-08:00New post @ Big Brands<div>New post...</div><div>@Big Brands</div><div><br /></div><a href="http://nishant-choudhary.blogspot.com/2010/12/endorsement.html">http://nishant-choudhary.blogspot.com/2010/12/endorsement.html</a><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-27267568189664101612010-12-14T19:48:00.000-08:002010-12-14T20:02:40.162-08:00No Subject...Crap!<div class="post-body" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.6em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size: small; ">Hi all. Read this if u want, if u don't... well, fine. I am about to list my griviences for today, so if u don't want to be whined to go away. Thanx.<br />Here: </div><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;">1. My thighs hurt from </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;">stretching</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;"> and I still don't have the 180 degrees straight legs . It's all for naught.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;">2. I can't move right because of my exercise today and the fact that I forgot to take a hot shower afterward or may be I was in hurry.</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;">3. I have a ton of study and two big projects coming up, so screw this. I probably won't be able to Fbook all this week with all the crap I still have to do. This is redicuolous. My weekend lasted like ten minutes and now its just back to work. :(</span></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;">4. Arrgh...I have to much to do, basically. And lots and lots of laundry/cleaning/petty annoyances don't help me any.</span></span><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 1.6em;">Thanx for reading, if u did. I have to go now and start the wash my cloth & myself because if I don't I'll have no clothes for tommorrow and I will be a good environment for all new species evolving on this planet. </span></span></div></div>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-61842608584772099732010-12-08T01:06:00.000-08:002010-12-08T03:48:39.407-08:00What can you do?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; ">You can shed tears that she is gone,<br />or you can smile because she has lived.<br /><br /></a></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; ">You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back,<br />or you can open your eyes and see all she's left.<br /><br /></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; ">Your heart can be empty because you can't see her,<br />or you can be full of the love you shared.<br /><br /></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; ">You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,<br />or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.<br /><br /></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; ">You can remember her only that she is gone,<br />or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.<br /><br /></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; ">You can cry and close your mind,<br />be empty and turn your back.<br /><br /></a></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); "><a class="sqq" href="http://thinkexist.com/quotation/you-can-shed-tears-that-she-is-gone-or-you-can/763356.html" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(0, 51, 153); text-decoration: none; ">Or you can do what she'd want:<br />smile, open your eyes, love and go on.</a></span></div>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-87776735795096337042010-11-24T10:20:00.000-08:002010-11-24T10:46:43.626-08:00Apple App... Go Nude!<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; ">People need many things right now, but surely nothing more than the ability to spontaneously see through the clothing of another.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; ">You know this is true. So do the other-oriented folks at <a href="http://www.presselite.com/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 102, 160); text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; cursor: pointer; ">Presselite</a>. For they want you to share their pride in an application creation called <a href="http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/browserRedirect?url=itms%253A%252F%252Fitunes.apple.com%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewSoftware%253Fid%253D347960315%2526mt%253D8" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 102, 160); text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; cursor: pointer; ">Nude </a></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; "><a href="http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/browserRedirect?url=itms%253A%252F%252Fitunes.apple.com%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewSoftware%253Fid%253D347960315%2526mt%253D8" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 102, 160); text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; cursor: pointer; ">It</a>, which was approved by the Apple store Komsomol Tuesday.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; ">Antoine Morcos, co-founder of Presselite, admitted in a press release that the creators' inspiration in the development of this astounding technology came from the <a href="http://whoisthebaldguyblog.blogspot.com/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 102, 160); text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; cursor: pointer; ">WhoIsTheBaldGuyBlog</a>. I have embedded a YouTube video in order to give you some relief from feeling that you inhabit a strange planet called <a href="http://reviews.cnet.com/smartphones/htc-nexus-one-by/4505-6452_7-33906802.html" section="luke_topic" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 102, 160); text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; cursor: pointer; ">Nexus One</a>.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; ">In essence, the pleasure you will get from Nude It may well rival what you felt when you were 7 and took a gullible elementary school pupil into the restroom, placed their head in the toilet bowl, and asked them if they've ever seen the blue goldfish.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; "></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; "></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /></span></span></div><br /></span></span><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxN5Sq9qh0TrYS3q8VIqxj91edLlhT1EkSF81BIWJbJcTCCQvIUYrnxpUMOe_XheLdcwLegcCH4vEH4V3G1wA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; ">I can sense your cheeks twitching with anticipation as to how one might use the Nude It app. Well, <a href="http://www.presselite.com/iphone/nudeit/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 102, 160); text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; cursor: pointer; ">the instructions tell me</a> that you point your <a href="http://www.cnet.com/apple-iphone.html" section="luke_topic" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 102, 160); text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; cursor: pointer; ">iPhone </a>at a friend, or someone who is about to be a former friend, from a distance of less than 6.5 feet.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; ">The scanning technology will then reveal to you every last mole on your victim's ribcage, as well as every last goose bump of their excitement.</p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTlr2payumC_EBktt96-aDe8PMUjv1KG1aQ-M_ROftHnCddEXbw9yXa0hhqaTeKzEjJgWkI2Jewk9Iqqv3RWNYz5thGXRorWLzsJeiaMPUXrJMrv02ozL2KH6Gkrx8LA13-YQZV2ty06A/s200/female_270x404.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543188785846580242" /> </span></span>This is what they call nude? Sigh.</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="image-credit" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; "> (Credit: <a href="http://www.presselite.com/iphone/nudeit/" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; color: rgb(0, 102, 160); text-decoration: none; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; cursor: pointer; ">Presselite</a>)</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /><br /><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; ">The makers do warn that you should clearly see your subject's face on the screen before you activate their embarrassment.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; ">I am concerned, though, by the images that Presselite has included as an example. You see, they show that Nude It merely reveals people in their underpants. The general method males use for this purpose is to find a lady friend with whom they can wander into any of the increasingly liberal changing rooms of our major retail stores.</p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; ">Still, I know many of you will be rushing to experience this new tool and that several of you will soon have pressing appointments with your Human Resources department.</p><span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 16px; font-family: inherit; text-align: left; vertical-align: baseline; "><br /><br /></span></span></span>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-27546489327088677412010-10-12T19:13:00.000-07:002010-10-12T19:15:25.304-07:00New Blog "Big Brands"Hello guys...<div><br /></div><div>Started a new Blog... "Big Brands"</div><div><br /></div><div>check this out....</div><div><br /></div><div><a href="http://nishant-choudhary.blogspot.com/">http://nishant-choudhary.blogspot.com/</a></div>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-58305938948048213132010-09-18T03:22:00.000-07:002010-09-18T03:25:08.484-07:00If one day you...<p class="MsoNormal">If one day you feel like crying…<br />Call me..<br />I don’t promise you that…<br />I will make you laugh<br />But I will cry with you…. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">If one day you want to run away-<br />Don’t be afraid to call me.<br />I don’t promise to ask you stop,<br />But I can run with you…..</p> <p class="MsoNormal">If one day you don’t want to listen to anybody;<br />Call me and..<br />I promise to be very quite….</p><p class="MsoNormal">But if one day you call and there is no answer…<br />Come fast to see me….<br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; ">Perhaps I need YOU…</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px; "><br /></span></p>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-85720307987920758692010-09-17T01:40:00.000-07:002010-09-17T07:07:29.549-07:00What what?? Creativity is...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiudsCzej8LakvvJd_o8OMoUDovx8bibwFoT-XdvnxV_RMy1d_Nd4VSK84N2ZEN3ytFNqMz02PDzXsbmmbSJPS3IdG_j-siEydQIeO06ffLPChkZLWtdn-FT0Df3Gk6wyztpZIOCU17h8/s1600/images.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiudsCzej8LakvvJd_o8OMoUDovx8bibwFoT-XdvnxV_RMy1d_Nd4VSK84N2ZEN3ytFNqMz02PDzXsbmmbSJPS3IdG_j-siEydQIeO06ffLPChkZLWtdn-FT0Df3Gk6wyztpZIOCU17h8/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517813576313721186" /></a><br />ILLNESS....<div><br /></div><div>I was reading creative thinking as I wanted to think creatively hence BINGED it to know few stuff...</div><div>What I found I really want to share with you people... </div><div><br /></div><div>Go through it :)</div><div><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><h1 class="title" style="font-size: 18px; ">Creativity linked to mental health</h1><h2 class="subtitle" style="font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; "></h2><p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">New research shows a possible explanation for the link between mental health and creativity. By studying receptors in the brain, researchers at the Swedish medical university Karolinska Institutet have managed to show that the dopamine system in healthy, highly creative people is similar in some respects to that seen in people with schizophrenia.</p><p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">High creative skills have been shown to be somewhat more common in people who have mental illness in the family. Creativity is also linked to a slightly higher risk of schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. Certain psychological traits, such as the ability to make unusual pr bizarre associations are also shared by schizophrenics and healthy, highly creative people. And now the correlation between creativity and mental health has scientific backing.</p><p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">"We have studied the brain and the dopamine D2 receptors, and have shown that the dopamine system of healthy, highly creative people is similar to that found in people with schizophrenia," says associate professor Fredrik Ullén from Karolinska Institutet's Department of Women's and Children's Health.</p><p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">Just which brain mechanisms are responsible for this correlation is still something of a mystery, but Dr Ullén conjectures that the function of systems in the brain that use dopamine is significant; for example, studies have shown that dopamine receptor genes are linked to ability for divergent thought. Dr Ullén's study measured the creativity of healthy individuals using divergent psychological tests, in which the task was to find many different solutions to a problem.</p><p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">"The study shows that highly creative people who did well on the divergent tests had a lower density of D2 receptors in the thalamus than less creative people," says Dr Ullén. "Schizophrenics are also known to have low D2 density in this part of the brain, suggesting a cause of the link between mental illness and creativity."</p><p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">The thalamus serves as a kind of relay centre, filtering information before it reaches areas of the cortex, which is responsible, amongst other things, for cognition and reasoning.</p><p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">"Fewer D2 receptors in the thalamus probably means a lower degree of signal filtering, and thus a higher flow of information from the thalamus," says Dr Ullén, and explains that this could a possible mechanism behind the ability of healthy highly creative people to see numerous uncommon connections in a problem-solving situation and the bizarre associations found in the mentally ill.</p><p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">"Thinking outside the box might be facilitated by having a somewhat less intact box," says Dr Ullén about his new findings.</p><p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; "><br /></p><p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">Well!! I am already born in mental ill family :D<br /><br /></p><p style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; ">I Dont need to study this.... :P</p></span>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-24342528632709520522010-09-09T09:47:00.001-07:002010-09-09T09:47:30.674-07:00I am water<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">I go deep where I see...<br />I take the shape of where I live...<br /><br />I please them when they have me...<br />I destroy them when I get angry....<br /><br />All the happiness in this world is because of me....<br />All the sorrows are because of me...<br /><br />I love you if you love me....<br />I never complain even if you mess with me....<br /><br />You take my advantage....<br />Still I am there for you....<br /><br />I give you my soul...<br />Still you don't trust me....<br /><br />I am water....<br />I am ME....</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">PS: I tried... forgive me if bad...</span></div>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-36862782728561403872010-09-01T11:24:00.000-07:002010-09-01T12:01:14.239-07:00Missing someone??<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Four years of a great friendship and Three years of deep relationship, when your friend or girlfriend go away, its very natural you miss her... </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I do too... </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I have no shame in accepting that I miss her, because I loved her the most in my life... </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The relationship which we share is unexplainable. I cant explain my feeling and even what I feel... It is because feeling, love, missing someone cannot and never be explained.</span></span></div><div><p style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">As a human being, we see lots of chapters in our lives. While moving step by step ahead in life, we all experience love and friendship. In these relationships, the feeling which often arises, is the feeling of missing your special ones. Actually, it is fact that happiness and sadness walk together. Happiness comes after sadness and sadness comes after happiness. When we love someone, whether it is our beloved or true friend, we should prepare for some hard moments. Most of the time, lots of misunderstandings take place and people have to move opposite of each others. But after sometime, the another season comes and that is the time for missing them.</span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">When we get away from our best friends or lovers, we start missing them. There are lots of missing you quotes to explore the condition of hearts. Let me tell you that missing someone is very sad feeling. You can not sit relax. The memories of that person tease you a lot. He/she starts coming in your dreams or you remember them all the time. The good time, the happy moments and lots more start coming in your senses. At that time, you can only be calm when you able to meet or talk to that person.</span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">It often being said that whatever happens, happens for a good reason. I agree with that. You only realize the value of that person when you go far from him/her. The missing you quotes elaborate the same thing.</span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I would like to suggest you five things to do when you start missing your friend and beloved. These things will never help you to reduce your pain, but you will console yourself that their is a method...</span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">1. Just try to connect with that person via phone, email, chat or s.m.s. ( you cry, you become sad, feel happy, have fight, get Jealous, and you end adorably with "<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">I miss you, I love you, I am sorry, what to do I cant help it...")</span></i></span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">2. Do not sit idle, just try to be busy. ( I do my Job... I work... trust me it never works.. when you are finish with your work you remember... why you were trying to be busy?? F**K)</span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">3. If that person is near to you, just move and meet him/her. (Not possible in my case at all)</span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">4. Never try to hide your feeling of missing her. If your feel it then just go and express yourself. (Best thing to do... It works...and you feel little more closer :) )</span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">5. Be relaxed and console your heart by saying that we will meet soon. ( I started doing this before she left... :P )</span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">We all have lots of emotions like anger, kindness, stress, crying, love. </span></span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Loving someone and missing her is natural.<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: medium; ">Missing is most beautiful in all of them....</span></p><p style="font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Miss You....</span></span></p></div><div><br /></div>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-51083325962590511572010-08-13T23:07:00.000-07:002010-08-14T01:25:23.431-07:00Fornication Sin??<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><div>"Pre-marital sex or Fornication" is a big NO-NO in our culture for various reasons.</div></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8wdR-lIbLbB-3bfRGppRpsrcZ95cnOOhznV68JY3VEs6n9dWY21wfgWyOgihvQR-IT3CDc79eNI4708z8niDrQp_G5s6ZafSQ4JeUiYQj44Yhrp_xqHPpgvrgjrJYVEvruQALvUPY4sk/s400/intimate-passion.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 338px; height: 242px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505177595372394274" /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">While prohibiting sex until one is married has its own merits, one must also consider the fact that in recent times the age in which the men and women are tying the nuptial knots has been slowly on the rise. Early 30s is a common age until which men and women remain un-married due to prevalent socio-economic situation. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">In light of this, I wonder if Indian values have undergone any changes or do Indians still consider pre-marital sex a sin. <i>Please share your thoughts and views."</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Holland was one of the first nations where sex became nothing more than a cup of coffee. In the 1960's and after it the sexual revolution in the Netherlands was extreme. there was partner changes, group-sex, tools-sex, and many more materialized forms of sexual things. Now we Indians too are one or two generation further and look at the results. Many old people lives in extreme loneness. Family ties are practically loosing away here in India. The whole society does not exist in metro's here in fact. Nation is being presented as a fabric, where only material profit is important.<br /><br />Children here are having hard youth. I feel so sad to see that young girls cannot be happy, their whole youth is gone. For a little girl the youth must be pure and without problems of adults. If young girls are not happy then there is something really wrong with the society. </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">In Hindu culture young girls have the powers of Durga Maata and in fact they are treated as holy members of the society. </span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The facts of life in metro free sex society: Many girls have no morality anymore. They see themselves as lower evolved creatures and they hate their own body later. Mentally they are depressed and the result is that they do not enjoy relations with men. </span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">There is always a man who is many times better and the boys knows that this is the reality. Love is gone. Tenderness is gone. Relations are built upon sexual needs, without the feeling of being connected with the other soul.<br /><br />Love is completely materialized.<br /><br />My vision: </span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I think that sexuality is very important for every human being. and that's why it is better to marry at young age, to develop your own feelings toward and to fulfill your duty to reproduce, if not that indulge with someone whom you really Love and see your future. Every human being needs intimate relations not only to feel that he/she is living and enjoying life, also because of that emotional feeling that there is someone who is always there for him/her, in all of there bad and good times.</span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> But men have other definitions of intimacy than women. Maybe it is better to learn more things about the female vision on intimacy and love.<br /><br />Sex and pornography are typically male things in society, because men have more needs and they must prove that they are good and potent or full with brutal male energy. Maybe it is better to make it easier to find a public woman and to let young boys develop their sexual personalities, But it is even better to let young boys marry early ages and to learn how to love somebody and to take care of the weaker gender.<br /><br /></span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">For many males sex is the only goal. Just like a sickness that cannot be cured. Many girls do not want a friend anymore and they decide to live alone forever, without children. Empty lives, filled with the richness of many thousands.<br /><br />Having mountains of money yet being extremely poor. All over the world even in India now.<br /><br />Many women especially my one good friend of Italy (divorced) told me the following things: </span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The men are just like animals, because sex and dirty pornography (doing things) are the only goals in a intimate relation with a female. </span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The respect and tenderness are gone in free sex societies. Only doing (mating activity) counts. </span></span></p><p align="left"><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The satisfaction of women is very low and relations are terminated without being started.<br /><br />Why do we condemn tenderness and deep intimacy (immaterial) between a man and a woman as being old-fashioned and backward? Old traditions are based upon wisdom that is developed during many centuries. the technology of the human spirit is lost nowadays and developing it again will take many centuries. We are back at the stone age, where females were preys and males were the hunters.</span></span></p><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">The bottom line is when two young people are together alone and hormones are bubbling, it is very difficult to stay in control. However, all the misconceptions, that pre-marital sex makes you aware of your sexuality or whether there is a chemistry between the couples are mere justifications. Enjoyment of Sex is directly connected to upbringing, psychology and last but not the least <b>love</b>. </span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Most Indian women in the 50s were brought up with guilt and fear when it came to sex education thus they didn't quite understand the concept and sex was not enjoyable with them. Likewise most impotent men have psychological reasons. Sex is enjoyable with couples when they are truly in love they learn to give pleasure to their partner over a period. Even married couples and in love cannot enjoy sex to its fullest, if they are under pressure of any kind may be a financial problem or issues between them which are not resolved.</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">PS :- Fornication is not bad if there is True Love & Future....</span></span></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Arial;"><br /></span></div></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" border-collapse: collapse; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 4px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 4px; font-family:Arial;font-size:15px;"><br /></span></div>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-90833505311973107562010-08-05T20:43:00.001-07:002010-08-05T20:47:18.959-07:00Blue....It is the poem for all those who may never understand how much someone can love Him/Her...<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></span></b></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">It was always about I and You..... </span></span></b></span></div><div><p class="MsoNormal"> You make me feel special,<br />You make me feel new,<br />You make me feel loved,<br />With everything you do.<br /><br />You hold me close when I am sad.<br />You wipe the tears from my face.<br />Every time we are together,<br />It seems like the perfect place.<br /><br />My eyes light up when you enter a room.<br />I smile when we are together.<br />No matter how bad things are,<br />You always make them better.<br /><br />I love the way you kiss me,<br />The way you hold me tight.<br />I love the way you touch me,<br />I could be with you all night.<br /><br />I love the way you can make me laugh<br />For absolutely no reason at all.<br />I love how no matter what I do,<br />You will be there to catch me when I fall.<br /><br />I just want you to know,<br />That even though we sometimes fight,<br />I will always love you!<br />No matter what, day or night....</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p></div>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-324920332686622032010-07-02T23:29:00.000-07:002010-07-02T23:45:44.981-07:00Creativity.....<div>;-) </div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4GbM434Dn_48HIiD5Vq8TwPvx5AVLm0jTMxjSMCRerrgQnKDvdiLe3snkUCZf5aQXkcVp5SkZSnFRfFfGLbJ39LzKUv_0NNeN6_ZCNN6mJ-xbgigC6TZM5m9WyG2dGLwb72rbYM6N4Rg/s1600/q9.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnFqDjw_W1NqitoMxR2toaEABxTr-_eOL-o4pUDOfIcPn2TnfQDs2R1HjlwAcl_Lu22GpNGh8tS97Ler38VFNpeovbqn7ttK8nqf1lA7RpuP-wR6ivXi3C41ZntFlUJhEg7f4k1_9covs/s400/q1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489566340184911042" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Cl4TvUfz6UdyXhKlaho13pCafXeHyDcxIo8iFN6rxHgRb_yKaHgN9r4nKnWJRDMa1YQMJjhMTOVpmopnTBHJXBNK5y3B5LwbpVSxnqq_WOPWQC-wyUo5GESh-ArHQ0G_R3zVAJiO9q0/s1600/q.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4Cl4TvUfz6UdyXhKlaho13pCafXeHyDcxIo8iFN6rxHgRb_yKaHgN9r4nKnWJRDMa1YQMJjhMTOVpmopnTBHJXBNK5y3B5LwbpVSxnqq_WOPWQC-wyUo5GESh-ArHQ0G_R3zVAJiO9q0/s400/q.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489566337711220818" /></a>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-36339838107238892962010-06-29T05:33:00.000-07:002010-06-29T23:24:07.729-07:00Detestation Life & Parent<div>Michael Jackson</div><div>Bill Gates</div><div>Charlie Chaplin</div><div>Syd Barrett</div><div>Richard Wright</div><div>Bruce Lee</div><div>Amitabh Bachhan</div><div>Sachin Tendulkar</div><div>Lata mangeshkar</div><div>Justin Bieber</div><div>Dick & Maurice</div><div>Bon Jovi.....</div><div><br /></div><div>and many more names you all know....</div><div><br /></div><div>Imagine what if their parents had forced them to study.......</div><div><br /></div><div>Why people force their kid to do what they want? </div><div>Why middle class family are not ready to take risk in there life and do something they want?</div><div>Why parents always want their kid to be engineer or doctor?</div><div>Why everyone(relatives) give all the advices what you actually don't want?</div><div>Why is it so difficult to leave education and do something with your whole heart?</div><div>Why security of 30,40K has always advantage on taking risk for a million?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Sometimes I hate my Parents...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-18842494037335689382010-06-23T21:48:00.002-07:002010-06-23T22:03:50.104-07:00Powered by Natural Gas..<img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXiioUfyUDyUrSzKKB-ABGsm1lkfcAK-1tJWLhzRw56Md54GR5VpIhLcFD0KcuFucvKlPxAJQQWBwuknj1bnw1WR6ddu_G-zLyKeGwjwpEGD_Q_qt5sJrUwW0cckrQYslZGVUChznlZ9k/s400/balloonsfulloffartsLOGO.gif" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 221px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486200255993678562" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></u></span></div><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Admit it or not, you love toilet humor, especially those age old fart jokes we used to giggle at when we were kids ;-) and I bet every one of you have laughed at least once in your lifetime..<br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:georgia;font-size:medium;">Oh man!! You still do???</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Well, here for your sick wits is a recollection of classic shitty fart moments. </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Yes! They’re crap, but hey, what the heck did you expect???</span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">When I was younger, nothing could make me laugh harder than farts. I remember I watched a video of some dexterous Buddy on an HBO, stand-up special cleverly recreate fart noises in vivid realism. I laughed uncontrollably. My friend laughed so hard he actually got sick. There is just something about the way the air sliding between your butt checks and the noise it makes, people laugh. Not to mention the way they smell. Everything about a fart is funny!<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">There are different types of Farts and I seriously don’t know the names but I would like to explain those for whom I have done a lot of research and some which are created by myself ;-)<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><u><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Farting while coughing</span></span></span></u></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> – The whining noise of your lower chamber’s whistling, grounded by the noise of your coughing…<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">- Best way to Fart </span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">J</span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Sissy Fart - This fart is often characterized by a high whining noise, similar to the air being let out of a balloon real slow, with the rubber mouthpiece stretched real tight. The kind of fart a princess would do.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-left: 252.75pt; text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">-</span></span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Real men just don't do sissy farts!<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Hanging time Fart – Hanging time is the time a fart lingers in a general area. A fart is said to have good hanging time if you can leave the room, like to go the restroom, come back and be hit by the same fart again.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-left: 252.75pt; text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">-</span></span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">The best way to take revenge<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><u><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Aachhoooohhhart</span></span></span></u></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> - Aachhoooohhhart is where you sneeze “Aachhoooohh” and fart at the same time.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoListParagraph" style="margin-left: 252.75pt; text-indent: -0.25in; "><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">-</span></span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span></span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Have short time duration & prevents from discomfiture</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><u><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Bombart </span></span></span></u></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">– It is an art of making different types of noise without using any of the </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">instruments</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> as it seems you are a starter. Simply use fart machine and notice different meseining face. Sometimes it is clumsy but it’s entertaining.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><u><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Pichhhart</span></span></span></u></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">- Last but not the least. When one is in ill state and have no control on his gut movements, feel like pressure inside and when try to fart ultimately it pops out including….<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><u><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">There is an amazing story of how people do it in public place and veil from others…<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></u></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">I was in a marriage ceremony sitting on the couch, there was a kid (hippo) sitting next to me and a middle aged person next to him (hippo2). We were little uncomfortable as we all were having big bum (mine was comparatively smaller) and I am sure that disgusted couch was yelling at us “Bastards I am 100 year old have some mercy for me”.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 18px; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Man (immediately asked kid loudly by sliding some noisy air from the valley between his checks): “</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">HEY TU KISKA BETA HAI</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">”…<br /><br /></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Kid stared at him for few seconds, and gets busy with his Ice-cream again No response…</span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 18px; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Man (again after 5 min with the same thing): </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“HEY TU KISKA BETA HAI”…<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 18px; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Kid with revolted look, Eyebrows up:</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> hmm?<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="line-height: 18px; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Man forgetting things, again busy in watching the ceremony.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 18px; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Man (again after 5 min): </span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">“HEY TU KISKA BETA HAI RE”…<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="line-height: 18px; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></o:p></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Kid(with irritated voice):</span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> “HUM KISI KA BETA HAIN, AAPKA KAAM TO HO GAYA NA??”<o:p></o:p></span></span></i></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 18px; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><u><span style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Convart:</span></span></span></u><span style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">Loud conversation to conceal farting noise.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 18px; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 18px; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"></span></span></o:p></span></p></span></span></span></span></span></span><p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="line-height: 115%; color:#555555;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuo-a0Gvm2ytLVQbx4JooHGimMPchSuoDhqGB_9FiHdEI2JDvVueETUZBpPbKvTAblc5Ad1lKAHxMz99btioVNg3d4u2AwUoOJKR-8FSTvzDuLRN07lWgpwa6J26QBnuoNxFG_JBeARos/s400/advice.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 159px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486200544047454690" /></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-family:georgia;">-- Powered by Natural Gas</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif"font-family:";font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif"font-family:";font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="tab-stops:265.9pt"><span style=" line-height:115%;Verdana","sans-serif"font-family:";font-size:12.0pt;"><span style="mso-tab-count: 1"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-57675997252793484932010-06-21T22:58:00.000-07:002010-06-22T00:53:34.510-07:00I am Vampire....<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIXsMZm0VNxIqFFndqj14W49t2qE0Pm7Y1nzqGCk-jj_q-jqrQ5xdAHOFeXxWbTyhb8mxvU5c0Hb4bzEaabNbAsij6Aebi_F3Hvk6GRVoSj_jLF8syLwEA0wRPuOewViaqmbjUFXQBpsw/s1600/damon_a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIXsMZm0VNxIqFFndqj14W49t2qE0Pm7Y1nzqGCk-jj_q-jqrQ5xdAHOFeXxWbTyhb8mxvU5c0Hb4bzEaabNbAsij6Aebi_F3Hvk6GRVoSj_jLF8syLwEA0wRPuOewViaqmbjUFXQBpsw/s400/damon_a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485497865478499746" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 72px; font-size: small;"><i>I am VAMPIRE and I have to be like that(Evil)..... - </i></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: small; line-height: 72px; "><i>Damon</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 72px; font-size: small;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px; "><p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><i>The Vampire Diaries</i> turns into "a well-crafted, interestingly developed series" despite a poor opening episode.</p><p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; ">Elena - Gorgeous,<br />Stefan - Good,<br />Jeremy - Cute,<br />Bonny - sensible,<br />Jenna - Hot,</p><p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 72px; font-size: small; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 19px; "></span></i></span></p><i><p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; display: inline !important; ">Damon - Hot.... Yes!! Think what you want to....</p></i></span><i></i></i></span><i><p></p><p style="margin-top: 0.4em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.5em; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "><br /></p></i></span></div>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-1491376609165787132010-06-19T07:37:00.000-07:002010-06-19T10:28:05.523-07:00Its all about YOU....<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;font-size:14.0pt;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">Meet a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#996633;">Girl…….</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">It was the day of September 2006… I was sitting in the class, reading a book (pretending) don’t remember which one, thinking about the complex life of student(enjoy in cafeteria,chit-chat with friends,watch movies, Mc-D's blah blah),Book was just in my hands but my complete attention was on the girl sitting on the other row just a bench behind me…<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">She was fair, oval face, Black hair, steep nose, glass on her beautiful black eyes, few pimples on her cheek, wearing Red full sleeves T-shirt and a grey color Jeans. She was sitting by her hands back on other table and talking to a girl about something,laughing, shaking her head and kind of dancing.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">I just paid my attention to her but we didn’t have any conversation as after sometime she left for her home.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">The following day as I came to college I come to know that there was strike of students of our college… Reason—UNKNOWN… I sat on the road divider and start watching what is going on… immediately I realized that, that girl in same jeans, with new Grey stripe T-Shirt and shoes standing next to me… I stand up and greeted her good morning, she replied to me and asked “what is happening” I replied “Don’t know but seems it is strike…” and here conversation starts.... :))) We started chatting about how she get admitted there and how I did, She told me that she wasn’t interested to take admission in here as she wanted to pursue her career in arts, but her parents wasn’t convinced and…….<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">We both sat on that divider and chatted for long time about an hour, and then as strike was over we went to our class, she sat just behind me with another friend. I again started reading a book to grab her attention and I was successful…. She asked me which book I am reading… I replied don’t remember the name, she smiled and I show her the cover it was some business book and she said I don’t like such books…. I was like…… OK!!!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">The same day after some time we were sitting in the library together with two more friends and we become quite friendly till that time, we exchanged our number and have some different conversation…… yes!! In Library… they are meant for these things only. And then we left for the day…. <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">I was in train she ringed; I was surprised and happy there was joy and happiness on my face… We had a chat again… and I felt ...here this friendship starts….<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;">It is going to be more than 3 and half year, we shared everything in this world we felt, and spent every single moment together... She was always there with me when I feel sad, sick, and alone, and I hope I did that too......and still we talk share things and enjoy together, I am thankful to her parents who didn't let her go to other college and thankful to her……<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;"> </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height:115%;font-size:14.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC9933;"> .......WHO IS MY </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993300;">BEST FRIEND</span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8583309959574169084.post-30202118546598744782010-06-17T11:25:00.000-07:002010-06-17T11:57:06.357-07:00<p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">Things that break my heart but you people are strong..... isn't it???</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; ">This is the blog for all the creepy things in this world….</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Things which are loved or liked by someone doesn’t mean that everyone will like it, eventually It become crap or creepy for someone.So if anyone here reading this feel that this is not good for him/her you are completely free to go.... Thanks for coming....</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">This is true that I am very emotional and I am not in those good people who let bad things happen to anyone, I have feelings and more strong than many of you.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; font-size:medium;">I cry when I see children playing on the street with no food, no cloth no shelter & no future, it breaks my heart and I want to do something for them but I can’t because I am helpless single creature and have no time at all from my own stupid job of making my career and money.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I feel bad when someone disrespect those, who were of our age long ago. They are those who have spent all their lives by taking care of their child and giving them all the comfort in their life. But these grownups want to live their life in their own way. They forget that their parent always kept their comfort before them. In those hot and dusty summers they preferred to condition their child’s room rather than their own.<br />This is the one example you can remember… there are lots of them… But ultimately they will have to listen sentences like….<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> “What have you done for us?” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">or <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">“Why the hell my MOM or DAD don’t understand me..” <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Dude you are in this world because of them and they don’t understand you??? Look at yourself…. And ask this question….. They really don’t understand you??<br />You will feel HORRIBLE…..<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I feel sad when two people breakup. Relationships are meant for lifetime they get old but you cannot forget anything from your past Rships..... This is the truth... accept it....<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Once you get committed and then you breakup, will you ever be able to forget those moments and time when you two have said each other how much you love HIM/HER…..<br />NO you will not, The whole time of your relationship you say that He/She is your soul mate and then after sometime you realize that it isn't.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">but still there is a word MOVEON… mean you learn how to breakup, keep all the things in one corner of your heart and start another.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Is this what we are? Is it always good to change the situation rather than making situation good for you……..<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">I don’t feel in the same way, But still what you can do, when you Love someone and He/She starts loving someone else???? worst case..... Isn't it???<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">Well these creepy things will be continued….. I think I have written a lot in my first Post…..<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">PS.. Don’t think too much & I am not that good writer that when you read you will have to look dictionary for 100 of times.... and dont know how to play with words.... I write what I feel....<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="line-height: 115%; "><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> </span></o:p></span></p>Black Foothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12131295501538816560noreply@blogger.com0