<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:44:30.771+04:00</updated><category term='Friend'/><category term='ramble'/><category term='mind'/><category term='story'/><category term='horrible'/><category term='Who Cares?'/><category term='Quotes'/><category term='Obsession'/><category term='me'/><category term='Time Pass'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Review'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Latest'/><category term='Literature'/><category term='Book'/><category term='Art'/><category term='Blogolution'/><category term='Movie'/><category term='Trip'/><title type='text'>Zany|Zone</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dude91</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01897774973850386764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-1460523702290129370</id><published>2009-05-15T19:00:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T19:08:43.985+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>Engineers Vs. Businessy ppl</title><content type='html'>Ever wondered why people like me, to be precise: engineers, never get paid more than those business dude? I mean aint our profession harder when compared? Aren't we the ones going totally nuts over stupid equations ever second of our life? Aren't we the ones who work so these business people get there business? But YET its not engineers with big companies or getting paid more, its the business people.&lt;br /&gt;Well I never bothered thinking until yesterday when my professor, just to lighten up the mood, SCIENTIFICALLY explained us why we tend to get paid less. So here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Knowledge =  Power&lt;br /&gt;Time = Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Power = Work / Time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;substituting our values in the equation:&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge = Work / Money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money = Work / Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we can see from the equation above, money is inversely proportional to time. So people...no matter how hard you study...for the same amount of work and lesser knowledge you get paid MORE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN I WASTED THREE YEARS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-1460523702290129370?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/1460523702290129370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=1460523702290129370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1460523702290129370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1460523702290129370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2009/05/engineers-vs-businessy-ppl.html' title='Engineers Vs. Businessy ppl'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-5217541227199258506</id><published>2009-04-23T23:48:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T00:00:02.922+04:00</updated><title type='text'>The champions are back....</title><content type='html'>I would like to start off by saying that SRK can take his KKR and make more ads...coz RR just killed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the time when you start booing SRK even more. Its this time when his over-confidence turns burns to ashes. What Kamran Khan did, even "dada" couldn't beat it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Yousuf....man that man can play! How much does he need to prove himself. The other guy didnt even have to touch the ball....DAMN those guys are good. Just really wishing they could have played the last match. They would have killed em too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO RR!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-5217541227199258506?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/5217541227199258506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=5217541227199258506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/5217541227199258506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/5217541227199258506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2009/04/champions-are-back.html' title='The champions are back....'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-9073923898004516176</id><published>2009-04-21T18:01:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T20:50:22.379+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>The promised life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/Se3TlxZgQLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/tVcUCFAKHwI/s1600-h/I_promise_you_by_ailoviu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/Se3TlxZgQLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/tVcUCFAKHwI/s320/I_promise_you_by_ailoviu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327146580118094002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes...so i hope my promised life knocks its way into my house and things will be good! Well...its not lyk i don't have a good life right now, its just that I have a HORRIBLE one!&lt;br /&gt;I have five subjects this sem (as usual) and yet they have become a DISASTER! we have to submit like 5 things every week....and its getting on my nerves. On top of that i have mids coming up, for whihc my body and brain refuses to cooperate while studying! Sleepiness overcomes me, my brain goes into a 'shut-up' phase and my eyes go all watery. No i dont have a disease...well if you call studying a disease then i do have it!&lt;br /&gt;Well, im trying to get a little bit more socially active. I have started to go back on facebook and other wierd sites dat i find entertainment for myself. I finally finished off with Prison Break season and waiting for the next episodes download to finish. Remember i once posted a long list of movies that i'm gonna watch. Well...i installed vista on my lappy and 50 gigs of movies have disappeared in a whif! So recently i just saw Monsters Vs. Aliens which was not as expected. A pretty bad movie. I expcted so much from the trailers. The funny parts they show in the trailers are the only once. Dont expect anything extra from the movie.&lt;br /&gt;Guess what....im tired of writing so im gonna scoot and study for my mids yet again! KILL ME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-9073923898004516176?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/9073923898004516176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=9073923898004516176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/9073923898004516176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/9073923898004516176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2009/04/promised-life.html' title='The promised life'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/Se3TlxZgQLI/AAAAAAAAAIc/tVcUCFAKHwI/s72-c/I_promise_you_by_ailoviu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-5797773973821348556</id><published>2009-04-21T01:04:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:44:20.835+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogolution'/><title type='text'>Blogolution 3</title><content type='html'>Here iz a cheer to blogolution 3....probably my toughest one so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seem to be doing more blogolutions than actually writing down blogs eh!!! This iz probably the toughest one ever. And as you can see...i have taken up quiet a big headache...but my hearfelt thanx to the dude who made this theme...i love him!!! its tooooo gud!! I am currently typing a new post with a speed of about 5 words per 10 mins so i dont know when its going to pop up on the blog...maybe a few more ages!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im too sleepy rite now... its 1.43.37 AM (to be precise) over here and all my senses have touched the zero line. So till next time...see ya and lemme sleep!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-5797773973821348556?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/5797773973821348556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=5797773973821348556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/5797773973821348556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/5797773973821348556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2009/04/blogolution-3.html' title='Blogolution 3'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-9219839712205620403</id><published>2009-03-13T19:11:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T19:25:29.126+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>..ZzZzZzZzZz...</title><content type='html'>So college started like two weeks ago and two weeks later...im HATING IT!!! this sem is sort of full-on engineering. What do you expect when you are in your 6th semester right! So i have bloody stupid submissions and blah blah blah. After two days (on sunday) i have to submit two reports with a homework. Its diriving me CRAZY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all i wanna do is *zzzzzzzzzzz*...btw i just found the Venturi Meter picture i was looking for. You have no idea what im talking about right! haha...finally something i can talk of that you guys will wonder about!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...saw the filmfares...IK/RK looked AMAZING! specially Imran Khan. And as usual Sonam looked G-O-R-G-E-O-U-S.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh...i have made a LiveJournal account. Thanks to one of my friends from India Forums...i learned how to use the stupid thing!...you must have noticed a few changes on the main page....so go and check (im sure you checked it on ur way in!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohk so i have to finish my work...*crie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh bye and pray for the peace of my soul and mind! Toodles!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-9219839712205620403?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/9219839712205620403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=9219839712205620403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/9219839712205620403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/9219839712205620403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2009/03/zzzzzzzzzz.html' title='..ZzZzZzZzZz...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-658408859484142209</id><published>2009-03-02T18:21:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:23:24.792+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsession'/><title type='text'>Blogolution 2</title><content type='html'>Ohk...so i would say this is my second major blogolution. I didnt like the style of the last one...seemed toooo conjusted...so i thought i would change. And to my good luck i found this AMAZING template!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I modified was def the header. Im obsessed about "A Walk To Remember" so thats why i did that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw coll started!! AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-658408859484142209?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/658408859484142209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=658408859484142209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/658408859484142209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/658408859484142209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2009/03/blogolution-2.html' title='Blogolution 2'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-5510459792659586145</id><published>2009-02-28T17:02:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:20:18.079+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Long nights of movies</title><content type='html'>So...recently I saw a few new movies. Maybe not all the movies in the list that I planned to, but I certainly did watch a few! So here I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Duchess:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, Keira looked absolutely stunning in her usual old time looks. Nothing beats that lady when it comes to style, poise and beauty. The story of a woman who lives in a world where women are not given much importance. And that includes her husband: The Duke of Devonshire (Ralph Fiennes). Though the duchess (Keira) has everything- beauty, style, people who love her - yet she misses the love of her husband because she cannot give him an heir. He also steals her best friend from her. Along with all that, she mothers her two daughters and the daughter of her husband’s affair. Her temper and patience touches sky high after six years of her marriage when the Duke gets into an affair with her best friend. To get away from all this she finds remorse and ease in a man she once knew before marriage - Charles Grey (Dominic Cooper). Finally, she gives birth to the heir of Devonshire. Still, as the loneliness survives in her, she finds her love, while her husband is away celebrating his heir. Yet again, her husband interferes in her life and forces her to leave that only love or else never see her children again. As a mother, she could not abandon her children. But she carries the child of her lover. She gives birth to Grey's daughter and the child is given to Grey for the sake of the duke's name. And she re-enters the society to resume her duties as a mother and the Duchess of Devonshire. She remained an icon of beauty and art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Delhi 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I sat down to watch the movie, as expected, I had really high hopes from Rakeysh, but all in vain.&lt;br /&gt;It was a story of a man Roshan (Abhishek) who comes from US to India for the first time with his grandmother. The story revolves around his life and his how to realizes his roots.&lt;br /&gt;The story was good, it meant something. But it was portrayed in the worst way possible. Things were confusing. Characters didn’t have a great feel and were confusing to understand. The linking of concepts to real life values was a good idea, but it would have been MUCH better if it was laid out properly. The early confusions in the movie are carried through out and never get resolved. Questions are not answered, story is dragged from here and there and At times, it feels as if you are watching a re-cap of a show and not a proper movie. The proper depiction of the ideas would have made the movie worth a watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Billu Barber:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like any other SRK movie - a good past time. Billu (Irfan Khan) is a barber in a small village and his business is not as good as before. Sahir Khan (SRK) is a superstar who comes to the village for the shooting of his movie. Billu is Sahir’s childhood friend. The story spreads in the village and people suddenly start respectinf Billu and ask him to call Sahir. Billu is too shy to talk to Sahir because he feels as if Sahir has forgotten him. When the people see no hope they call Billu a faker. Story is just about fine. Not a strong one. But all that glamour sure pulls you in and at least can keep you watching the movie. Half way along, the pace gets slow and you would just wish that the movie would get over soon. The last scene is nice and for the first time you feel some emotion in the movie. A few scenes in the movie are just there for no reason and you wonder…has SRK lost his touch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40 Year Old Virgin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a 40 year old man who is a virgin and his road to losing his virginity. Gosh people in my college laughed while they watched the movie. I didn’t know how. They all talked about it and I thought I should finally watch it. And I did. And I wondered why? Nothing was funny. The story was slow and lame. Annoying little movie. Don’t even want to talk much about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50 First Dates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry (Adam) is a vet in Hawaii who favorite past time is having short a week or 2-3 days date with a non-local girl. One day he goes to a restaurant and meets Lucy. He starts liking her. He meets her again next day and she seems to have forgotten him. It then that he finds out that Lucy has lost her short term memory to an accident and she remembers everything a day before that accident.&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest movie ever. Along with the fun element, the emotions portrayed are very well. You really feel for the girl. You feel for her family, her life and her man. Sandler as usual does a great job. That man never loses his funny touch! His determination to keep his love to himself is amazing to watch. His ways of making her fall in love with her EVERYDAY is just startling. Even you fall in love with the character every time. Definitely worth a watch a million times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Walk to Remember:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the book by Nicholas Sparks. Landon (Shane West) is just another teenage mean boy. He cares the least about his life. On the other hand, Jamie (Mandy Moore) is a girl who has been studying with Landon since primary school. She is full of faith and optimism. Landon gets into trouble and is forced to do things that he doesn’t want to. One of the is playing the lead role in the school spring play. There he talks to Jamie for the first time properly and soon falls in love with her. They start going out. But then Jamie tells him that she is going to die soon since she has stopped responding to her treatments for Leukemia. Landon is heartbroken and the story after that is just heart breaking. The movie received a lot of negative feedback, but for me this the all-time best love movie. It’s hard to write down what this movie portrays. And it’s impossible that at one time or the other you don’t feel like crying. The movie can make you laugh, make you cry or even both at the same time. Mandy Moore was just plain marvelous. I don’t even know what else to write. Everything I will write will be an understatement. So just please watch it if you havent yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-5510459792659586145?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/5510459792659586145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=5510459792659586145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/5510459792659586145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/5510459792659586145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-nights-of-movies.html' title='Long nights of movies'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-809663901124681429</id><published>2009-02-18T17:25:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:21:32.758+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latest'/><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><content type='html'>Ohk...so after a long time, i have changed things. I know i recently changed my blog...but didnt like the revamp, so did it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lame Shame&lt;/span&gt; style too: &lt;a href="http://lameshame.tk/"&gt;http://lameshame.tk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, i made my artwork site =D: &lt;a href="http://emoxaphcreaxionz.webs.com/"&gt;Emoxaph Creaxionz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh...and thats it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-809663901124681429?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/809663901124681429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=809663901124681429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/809663901124681429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/809663901124681429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2009/02/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-4919394121933550403</id><published>2009-02-18T02:59:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:21:27.668+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obsession'/><title type='text'>*drool*</title><content type='html'>Ohk...wondering what the title means? dont...im just talking about this new crush i have. And as you can guess, its Wentworth Miller. Yup yup. Love everything about him: smile, talking way, walking way....HUGE list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares about Aamir Khan and Daniel Radclifee anymore when you have Went. (those two are still on the list...but Went is above them all!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And can you believe this: "Wentworth is also single and remains to be so until he states otherwise." How can such a hot guy be single even for a minute!? HOW??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-4919394121933550403?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/4919394121933550403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=4919394121933550403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/4919394121933550403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/4919394121933550403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2009/02/drool.html' title='*drool*'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-7195489058854429405</id><published>2009-02-15T22:05:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:21:06.108+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>The Heart of a Mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.itsablackthang.com/images/Kolongi/Mothers-Love-by-kolongi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 214px;" src="http://www.itsablackthang.com/images/Kolongi/Mothers-Love-by-kolongi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once there was a mother, who single-handedly raised her son. Her son grew up to be a very nice person. One day at his work he met a girl and fell in love with her. They started seeing each other.But the girl knew that the boy lives with his mother and she wanted him to separate after marriage. So the girl told the guy, "Get me your mothers heart and i will marry you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy agreed and went home. There in the house, his mother had just laid down the plates for dinner. He looked at her and could not do it. Next morning he went to his girlfriend and told her what had happened. The girl refused to marry him. He sopped her and said that he will do it for her. That night he went home late so that he doesn't have to face his mother. He took her heart while she was asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly guilt rushed over him and he closed his eyes. He saw the face of his girlfriend and ran to her. On the way, he tripped and fell down. So did the mother's heart. The heart said, "Son are you okay? Have you been hurt?". He picked up the heart and ran. He gave it to her and asked her to marry him. She thought about it and said to the guy, "You coudn't be true to your mother, how can you be true to me?" and left her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was charged for the murder of his mother. The judge said that he should be hanged to death. The mother's heart was also in the courtroom. Upon hearing the verdict, the heart said, "He's my son. I forgive him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-7195489058854429405?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/7195489058854429405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=7195489058854429405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7195489058854429405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7195489058854429405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2009/02/heart-of-mother.html' title='The Heart of a Mother'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-7511114626374044328</id><published>2009-02-15T17:22:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:20:57.656+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Get me a life please</title><content type='html'>Ohk...so first things first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are the first things first btw? GOSH! my life has become something so vague now. I dont know what's happening. All day long I sit near the laptop stare at the screen, wondering what i should do and then do something really stupid, technically a waste of time.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, let me write something sensible. You can see a significant change. Yes, its the change in my layout =D. Finally after ages i have changed the way it looks and i like it so im going to keep it for as long as possible. And so has my intro page changed. I like that too. I did do a lot of thinking (if you believed that...your lame!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started watching Prison Break. One hell of a series and the guy is just superbly hot! Breaks your heart to see Scoffield crying. I couldn't help myself and cried along. *sob sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Results are in, they were ok. some of them not what i had expected (in a bad way). Just want to go back to college and start the next sem coz i brain has gone into a "shut up" phase. Very bad phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess that's it...oh oh...im trying to convince my parents to let me go and watch Delhi 6...i really want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for da rest of the 15 days, this is what i am goin to watch:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Prison Break- Season 4&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Luck By Chance&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Reader&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Changeling&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Benjamin Button&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heroes- Season 3 continued&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saw 1,2,3,4,5&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;High School Musical 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oye Lucky Lucky Oye&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;War&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dead Silence&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Unborn&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mummy 3&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Righteous Kill&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lakeview Terrace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kung Fu Panda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Johnny Ghaddar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Madagascar 2&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I hope i achieve my target!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-7511114626374044328?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/7511114626374044328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=7511114626374044328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7511114626374044328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7511114626374044328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2009/02/get-me-life-please.html' title='Get me a life please'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-4260061504362207391</id><published>2009-01-16T23:53:00.008+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:20:32.290+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>My list of reviews</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's my review of 4 movies:&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandni Chowk to China&lt;br /&gt;Dont even kno&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SXDnf-KUpmI/AAAAAAAAAGE/L9YM-CG7_Hs/s1600-h/ccc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SXDnf-KUpmI/AAAAAAAAAGE/L9YM-CG7_Hs/s200/ccc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291984098608588386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w how to describe it. The "humor" wasn't funny...infact the sad scenes were funnier. It fulfilled every category of fakness. Songs were very badly placed. Music wasn't up to the mark. Again...i dont understand the female leads role. It felt as if it was just there for the heck of it! Story was DEFINITELY weak.&lt;br /&gt;Felt as if the whole crew sat down and decided..."Let's make the biggest flop of the year!"&lt;br /&gt;Im not gonna write more...or else i'll go crazy!&lt;br /&gt;In short...waste of 2.30 hrs and your money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SXDnfocgUxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6PpaT1EYbks/s1600-h/ghajinidec25_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 137px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SXDnfocgUxI/AAAAAAAAAF8/6PpaT1EYbks/s200/ghajinidec25_full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291984092779270930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ghajini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One heck of a movie. Haven't seen momento, but who cares. I think its the best remake EVER! yes the time was a major factor, but the scenes, the acting...everything...was very touchy and definitely upto the mark. For me, it was a perfect blend of humor, action and emotion. For me, definitely worth a watch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SXDnfjs2OqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oXhIVLrQZpA/s1600-h/11first1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SXDnfjs2OqI/AAAAAAAAAF0/oXhIVLrQZpA/s200/11first1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291984091505638050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...once again, Yash Raj has failed to give us a reason to trust in them again! Story line was good, but poorly displayed. Definitely it had its loopholes, like how can a shy guy become an overconfident stud within a span of few hours etc. Music was electryfying, but acting was not that good. Expected much more from Anushka...just didnt come through. Looked like a kid talking (btw...do any of u think she talks like that kid from Fanaa???). Anyhow...surely a good past time movie...worth the time but not the money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SXDnfaWXWdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0JCfM7L2acE/s1600-h/twilight-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SXDnfaWXWdI/AAAAAAAAAFs/0JCfM7L2acE/s200/twilight-movie-poster.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291984088995420626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Twilight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asusual...book was good, but the movie wasn't. Good for people who havent read the book. Just delivers enough knowledge to understand the main concept of the book and nothing more! The direction wasn't as good and i AM happy that the director got changed!&lt;br /&gt;So...if u have read the book...dont bother with it...and if u havent...den u can surely watch it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Adios Humans!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-4260061504362207391?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/4260061504362207391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=4260061504362207391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/4260061504362207391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/4260061504362207391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-list-of-reviews.html' title='My list of reviews'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SXDnf-KUpmI/AAAAAAAAAGE/L9YM-CG7_Hs/s72-c/ccc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-1514647732063440005</id><published>2008-11-30T16:50:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:20:24.089+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horrible'/><title type='text'>The Young Face of Terror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/STKMOBWWflI/AAAAAAAAAFM/92lYm_4DX8w/s1600-h/_45246930_gunman_ap_466x3001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/STKMOBWWflI/AAAAAAAAAFM/92lYm_4DX8w/s400/_45246930_gunman_ap_466x3001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274432286112513618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Azam Amir Kasab, 21, is one of the terrorists who was caught. He was the only one who survived. As usual (and some would be happy about it) he hail's from Pakistan and all were brought up outside of Pakistan. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The fact that they are Pakistani doesn't annoy me. Terrorists can be from anywhere. But what get's to my nerves is the fact that these guys are so young, so well-mannered, so well-brought up and this is what they end up doing! What could possibly destroy them to this extent. Is is the "mullahs" or some other authority? Have these people never lost their loved ones? Killing so many people is just not easy. There DEFINITELY must be some serious brainwashing going on over here.&lt;br /&gt;As Azam had said, "we were instructed to 'kill till the last breath'." And now he beg's for his life. What gives him the right to beg for his life? After killing off so many people...he want's his life to be spared! You should have thought of this whilst you fired at those innocent people. They wanted to create and Indian 9/11. Yeah right!&lt;br /&gt;But then again, people will say that they were brainwashed. What I ask is, did they not have their own brains, soul or faith that they got themselves to be brainwashed so easily?&lt;br /&gt;Can you look at this guy and imagine him doing this hideous act? Can you imagine that 18 year old child doing so? If you really want a war, then these so called "leaders" should come up front with the right people and not kill off the innocent or brainwash these yougsters who have not even started a proper life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"Now , I don't want to live,"&lt;/span&gt; were the words that he said.&lt;br /&gt;What has this world come upto? What made the world this way?&lt;br /&gt;How can you ever forget this guys face? HOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-1514647732063440005?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/1514647732063440005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=1514647732063440005&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1514647732063440005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1514647732063440005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/11/young-face-of-terror.html' title='The Young Face of Terror'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/STKMOBWWflI/AAAAAAAAAFM/92lYm_4DX8w/s72-c/_45246930_gunman_ap_466x3001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-8609572731176094885</id><published>2008-11-29T22:22:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:19:29.784+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Cares?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horrible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>What pisses me off...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so yes I say that the recent Mumbai Attack was bad. Nothing could possibly have been worst. And my condolences to all the people who lost their lives (may their soul rest in peace). &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;But what gives the Indian media and some Indian people the right to just start their nonsense talks about the fact that the terrorists were Pakistanis. Even if they were, what gives the other people the right to start saying things about ALL the Pakistanis?&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching the Indian news channels (CNN-IBN, Zee News, Aaj Tak, Sahara etc.) and they have been assuming SO MUCH! The minute they heard of the attacks, the first news that was put up was "The attack is by the ISI". WHAT THE HELL GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO SAY THAT? Have you even started investigating? Have you even seen their faces? Or have you just known all along that the bombings were gonna happen and you didn't bother doing anything about it?&lt;br /&gt;Pakistani news channels are AMAZINGLY bad but they NEVER talk so negative about the other nations UNTIL we know who has actually done it! I personally HATE Pakistani news channels, but sometimes when I see some Indian news channel's, I just can't help but feel proud of Pakistani news channels.&lt;br /&gt;While these terrorists (I'm not going to deny the fact that they are NOT!) were hidden in the Taj Hotel, the channels found COMPLETE information about how they came into India. They took a boat full of ammunition and crossed the Indian borders! Where was your army at that time? I mean seriously man...news channels need to start making sense! And then I heard the people's interviews (who were in the hotel and were later rescued).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A man said..."Yes he was definitely Pakistani!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The news reporter asked, "Did he talk to you or any one else?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The man replies, "No, but he was definitely Pakistani!". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELLO! The guy didn't even say anything and you have started to guess his nationality? Yes the commandos did a great job, yes the terrorists need a taste of their own medicine, yes whatever happened shouldn't have happened. But for once...just get it straight... YOU CANNOT BLAME THE WHOLE NATION FOR THE DOING OF JUST A FEW PEOPLE!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm definitely NOT enforcing the fact that I don't like Indians. I mean come on, 80% of my friends are Indians, and I JUST can't hate them for what the stupid news channels are saying.&lt;br /&gt;And for once, I feel proud of the Pakistani high-position people. I just heard it on ARY that a Pakistani chief or someone (can't remember his name) has called up CNN-IBN and a few other Indian news channels and warned them not to further exaggerate their hatred towards Pakistani's or else action will be taken.&lt;br /&gt;I hope after this, the channels just stick to the terrorists and not go further humiliate all Pakistanis! AND I just want the biases to end. I mean can they ever end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-8609572731176094885?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/8609572731176094885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=8609572731176094885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/8609572731176094885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/8609572731176094885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-pisses-me-off.html' title='What pisses me off...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-8919667328036312691</id><published>2008-11-26T20:09:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:19:11.409+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horrible'/><title type='text'>This is the LIMIT!!</title><content type='html'>Tell me something. How annoying would it be if your school people found a way to hack into the server of a website and see all your personal information? &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;REALLY ANNOYING EH!! well here it is then, my sisters school (i won't mention the name!) hacked into the Facebook accounts and are calling their parents and saying all sort of things that are not even true!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So people have actually started deactivating their accounts! Now I find it really annoying...if the school can do it...den what guarantees that our accounts are safe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-8919667328036312691?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/8919667328036312691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=8919667328036312691&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/8919667328036312691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/8919667328036312691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/11/this-is-limit.html' title='This is the LIMIT!!'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-3170398561544511171</id><published>2008-11-23T19:53:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:19:00.210+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Cares?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horrible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latest'/><title type='text'>MJ turns Muslim yet AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SSl-eFki4KI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-NeGWCxfh4Y/s1600-h/jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SSl-eFki4KI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-NeGWCxfh4Y/s320/jackson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271883894170509474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so the new is...that MJ (Michael Jackson) has turned Muslim. This iz probably the trillionth time im hearing it! &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;And its really getting to my nerves. I think its a fake!! Since he is supposed to appear in court a few days from now to face Shekih Khalifa, he took this step. To gain religional sympathy or what? It just seems so weird. I still can't come to believe that he has become a Muslim in a TRUE sense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But truly, the only one who can judge him and know what his true intentions are is Allah and i just hope he is gettin judged well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-3170398561544511171?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/3170398561544511171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=3170398561544511171&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/3170398561544511171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/3170398561544511171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/11/mj-turns-muslim-yet-again.html' title='MJ turns Muslim yet AGAIN!'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SSl-eFki4KI/AAAAAAAAAEk/-NeGWCxfh4Y/s72-c/jackson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-7382805282728530603</id><published>2008-11-15T00:09:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:18:47.774+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend'/><title type='text'>R.I.P</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SR3dSvVjhMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iZAiU__f9qU/s1600-h/n509812790_899187_3560.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SR3dSvVjhMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iZAiU__f9qU/s320/n509812790_899187_3560.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268610453107606722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Today two of my friends...my college mates died in a car accident here in Abu Dhabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for the peace of their souls and a good hereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;RIP Rifaee and Zidane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-7382805282728530603?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/7382805282728530603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=7382805282728530603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7382805282728530603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7382805282728530603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/11/rip.html' title='R.I.P'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SR3dSvVjhMI/AAAAAAAAAEU/iZAiU__f9qU/s72-c/n509812790_899187_3560.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-2637493189357754579</id><published>2008-11-14T00:44:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:18:23.101+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horrible'/><title type='text'>Its getting on my nerves...</title><content type='html'>Man...20th october...i lost my car to dat stupid accident...its been dere since da 22nd!!! IMAGINE!&lt;br /&gt;The 22nd of october till today {count da dayz ur self}. And am not gettin it for another week...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FISH!!! my college lyf iz gettin soooo annoyin...i have no freedom anymore...argh...KILL ME OR GET ME A NEW CAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dont u dare comment on my slang/short eng...coz im soooo frustrated...im not writin nefin properly nemore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHUCK DA WORLD!!! AND LEMME LIVE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-2637493189357754579?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/2637493189357754579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=2637493189357754579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/2637493189357754579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/2637493189357754579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/11/its-getting-on-my-nerves.html' title='Its getting on my nerves...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-4964108741517843703</id><published>2008-11-03T20:40:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:18:10.745+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>my kewl AutoCad dimensionalized drawings</title><content type='html'>When the professor asked us to experiment with AutoCAD and try to learn as many good things as possible...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;this is what i got to:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQ8qMuAcmOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8VgEOIT-xzE/s1600-h/Image002.jpg"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQ8qMuAcmOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8VgEOIT-xzE/s320/Image002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264472887416101090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQ8qM968e_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/iNbTr9mRg-c/s1600-h/Image003.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQ8qM968e_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/iNbTr9mRg-c/s320/Image003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264472891687992306" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-4964108741517843703?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/4964108741517843703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=4964108741517843703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/4964108741517843703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/4964108741517843703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-kewl-autocad-dimensionalized.html' title='my kewl AutoCad dimensionalized drawings'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQ8qMuAcmOI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8VgEOIT-xzE/s72-c/Image002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-3033591333074102445</id><published>2008-10-31T14:52:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:18:02.628+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horrible'/><title type='text'>Hear no progress, see no progress, speak no progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrkkHKExTI/AAAAAAAAADw/C2qWzCHOogQ/s1600-h/Untitled-1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrkkHKExTI/AAAAAAAAADw/C2qWzCHOogQ/s320/Untitled-1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263270423583573298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what the stupid car company is doing right now. One week back we handed in my car to 'Al-Habtoor' for repair. And until three days ago they had not handed in the bloody insurance papers to the insurance company! ANNOYING!!!! &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;and now my car will take about 2 more weeks to come. So here goes my stupid car for the net two weeks... KILL ME!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note: NEVER fall into a major accident!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-3033591333074102445?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/3033591333074102445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=3033591333074102445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/3033591333074102445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/3033591333074102445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/10/hear-no-progree-see-no-progress-speak.html' title='Hear no progress, see no progress, speak no progress'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrkkHKExTI/AAAAAAAAADw/C2qWzCHOogQ/s72-c/Untitled-1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-2104373834441673915</id><published>2008-10-28T19:29:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:17:52.142+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Weird Urges</title><content type='html'>Have you ever got the urge to do something REALLY weird or freaky when you are annoyed or something is getting to your nerves. Well...a few days ago, i had the EXACT same urges and they continued for a period of time (maybe even till today). &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;So here goes the list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whilst driving, i had this urge to break through all the cars just to reach home. There was bloody too much traffic!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just to avoid the traffic, I wanted my car to become a small tinee winee little car so that I can go under the cars and reach home ASAP!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I felt like a vampire who was blood thirsty and was surround by humans and YET could not drink the blood.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I saw a couple walking hand in hand and felt like slapping the guy because i just find it really annoying when people show that they are a couple.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i felt like going to the guy who was sitting on his bicycle and pushing him down&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i saw a 'sardar' (Sikh) and wanted to pop my head out the window and sing "Bhootni Ke"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just out of nowhere, i felt like scratching my self at the back and shoulders (too itchy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I couldnt get past a game in FIFA and so i wanted to go in a break the head of the goalie&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i couldn't find my notebook and i wanted to break the writing table into million little pieces&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Facebook wouldnt take the pictures to upload and so i wanted to tear the photos after pulling them out from the screen!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;And blah blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*i'm still addicted to the Twilight Saga...can't concentrate in class....ARGH!&lt;br /&gt;and plus i can't decide as to who is better. Edward or Jacob?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-2104373834441673915?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/2104373834441673915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=2104373834441673915&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/2104373834441673915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/2104373834441673915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/10/weird-urges.html' title='Weird Urges'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-8404953522554234133</id><published>2008-10-21T19:35:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:17:39.888+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horrible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latest'/><title type='text'>My First Ever Accident!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SP38JLBI2DI/AAAAAAAAADE/2njfuOSR3oQ/s1600-h/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SP38JLBI2DI/AAAAAAAAADE/2njfuOSR3oQ/s320/Image006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259637174345193522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allright... a very very short blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Monday the 20th of October, I had my very first accident. I was crossing my car at a junction to go straight at about 40 kmph (an inside road has that much speed limit) and a Merc hit my car on the passenger side with about 80 - 90 kmph. Yeah...Merc's radiator got busted and he couldn't restart the car and my car doors were almost gone. Hehe. Newayz, since it was not my fault I was given a 200 dhs fine coz acoording to the law, once you enter the junction, no matter what happens, if the other car is coming straight and breaking all the laws, still its their right and the fault comes on you! Stupid...I KNOW! Anyways, since it wasnt my fault (as i have already mentioned) he cut 200 dhs from the fine and didnt give my 4 black points (phew!). And my car will be gone for bout 15-20 days until the stupid company repairs it! ARGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*BTW....I LOOOOVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE TWILIGHT SAGA!!!!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-8404953522554234133?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/8404953522554234133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=8404953522554234133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/8404953522554234133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/8404953522554234133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-first-ever-accident.html' title='My First Ever Accident!'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SP38JLBI2DI/AAAAAAAAADE/2njfuOSR3oQ/s72-c/Image006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-536623900256979668</id><published>2008-10-14T16:15:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:17:12.905+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latest'/><title type='text'>New Obsession</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SPSO0vQpx1I/AAAAAAAAACw/CipMCVpD3To/s1600-h/n1287090421_30207010_7534.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SPSO0vQpx1I/AAAAAAAAACw/CipMCVpD3To/s320/n1287090421_30207010_7534.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256983701738866514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So here it is. Yes its the Twilight series...and more over its the guy himself. EDWARD! &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;Mesmerizing story and plot.Amazing characters. Mind blowing dialogues... all that you would ever want in a good novel. And for the first time ever i actually like this love story! It is so unique, nothing like the old vampire love stories or vampire myths. So easy to understand and yet so well written. People who never liked vampire books, gotta tell you that you will SURELY love this one! So leave all those weird vampire myths and stories behind and get on reading. After Harry Potter, you just cannot miss this one. Gotta admit though, I love this book more than Harry Potter and i think the couple is just AWESOME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-536623900256979668?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/536623900256979668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=536623900256979668&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/536623900256979668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/536623900256979668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/10/new-obsession.html' title='New Obsession'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SPSO0vQpx1I/AAAAAAAAACw/CipMCVpD3To/s72-c/n1287090421_30207010_7534.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-7718799804645850436</id><published>2008-09-22T23:26:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:16:27.571+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>Why do Americans annoy me?</title><content type='html'>In one of my recent posts: &lt;a href="http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/09/annoyingly-annoying.html"&gt;Annoyingly Annoying...&lt;/a&gt; i wrote about the things or people that annoy me and it included Americans. So people questioned me: why do you hate Americans? do you hate all Americans? So i thought i would tell the story.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never hated America/Americans until 9th july,2001. I visited Canada for the first time that month. My time in Canada was passing very well. Then came 9th July. My birthday. Since we had an american visit visa, we thought we would go to America with our family friends. So with everything packed up, we headed towards Niagara Falls (goin by road). At the borders, the American police officers checked our things, our belongings and then our passports. Then they asked us for some papers and we eventually gave it to them. They made us wait at the borders for 3 hours and finally gave us an answer. "NO" was what we heard from them. We had an American visa, property in Canada and we were not illegal either. And yet for no reason they didn't let us into the American land. I would have accepted if they had given a reason, bur there were none and since then, my hatred for Americans came into existence. And I donot wish to keep any connections to that country. So I refused to study/ live there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my friends is the story! And yes you might say that not all Americans are bad but people, not all Muslims are bad too. Yet I have seen that a lot of people (especially Americans and Britishers) think the way I am thinking right now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-7718799804645850436?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/7718799804645850436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=7718799804645850436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7718799804645850436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7718799804645850436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-do-americans-annoy-me.html' title='Why do Americans annoy me?'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-5680072050815443926</id><published>2008-09-19T09:22:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:16:00.392+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Pass'/><title type='text'>One and a half hour...</title><content type='html'>Nothing big man...i just had my life's first ever longest drive: "one and a half hour". Yes. A drive from Sharjah to Dubai right after Sehri (the morning breakfast in Ramadan).&lt;br /&gt;So at about 4.50 am i was out of the house and back at about 6.23!&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the main purpose of my drive was to see shorter and better routes to my college in a non-rush hour time. In Dubai/Sharjah the only time there is no rush is from 2 a.m to 5 a.m. on weekdays and a wee bit longer on weekends! Since I am a new driver and am not that perfect so i thought i would go with my dad and i would get some actual road practice too! So I drove my dad's Pajero to college and back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as my experience is concerned...it was tensed for only one reason: my dad was with me! Come on...you are driving your dad's car...no sorry...jeep and he is sitting right beside you and he is such a perfect driver...you do tend to get tensed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...oh...i even went on the bridge! YES! My first time on the bridge. But it was bad too. I got quiet a few scoldings from my dad, because i wasn't driving it properly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But overall, it was good! WOHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;NOTE: MY VOCAB IS PRETTY GOOD BUT MY PROBLEM IS THAT I CANT USE SOPHISTICATED STYLE OF WRITING IN MY BLOGS! IT ANNOY ME TO READ OTHER BLOGS WITH SUCH GREAT ENGLISH AND I LOOK FUNNY! ANYHELP?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-5680072050815443926?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/5680072050815443926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=5680072050815443926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/5680072050815443926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/5680072050815443926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-and-half-our.html' title='One and a half hour...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-2823429687606842344</id><published>2008-09-16T23:57:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:15:43.182+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Cares?'/><title type='text'>Heroes is BACK!</title><content type='html'>Yes YEs! Heroes is back....&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;and as you can see its just a few days away! So hold on tight...coz it is about to rock us again!&lt;br /&gt;And those who don't watch it...u better start on it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-2823429687606842344?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/2823429687606842344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=2823429687606842344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/2823429687606842344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/2823429687606842344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/09/heroes-is-back.html' title='Heroes is BACK!'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-5485200525977046100</id><published>2008-09-16T18:54:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:15:30.136+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Cares?'/><title type='text'>hmm....</title><content type='html'>Seriously I have started to hate blog writing. I just can't seem to find anything I can write about. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I don't watch news so thats a ZERO...bollywood/hollywood is getting boring by the day...and life as usual is so cooly stuck! So my ability to write a blog is slowly decreasing to ZERO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-5485200525977046100?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/5485200525977046100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=5485200525977046100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/5485200525977046100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/5485200525977046100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/09/hmm.html' title='hmm....'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-9140367110169150500</id><published>2008-09-10T16:14:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:15:18.855+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Just an update!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SMe9v1G01wI/AAAAAAAAABs/Abys60Dnz_g/s1600-h/Drophold.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SMe9v1G01wI/AAAAAAAAABs/Abys60Dnz_g/s200/Drophold.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244368920503441154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE WAS AN EARTHQUAKE....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently there was an eartquake here in UAE that was travelling from Iran..my friend in the opposite building felt it. But I didn't and neither did anyone in our house! funny eh...but thats the fact!&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that wasn't enough, the stupid "BIG BANG" experiment is about to happen today. SHIT! Is Science gonna kill us all or what! I think its about time these scientists should slow down on their wild imaginations and let people live happily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who don't know what the hell it is...it's called the CERN Experiment. The CERN experiment in simple words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="lblStory" class="StoryText"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span id="lblStory" class="StoryText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scientists are trying recreate conditions just after the Big Bang when the universe was born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In a large collider which has been cooled to 271 degrees centigrade, particles will be made to collide at nearly the speed of light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All of this will take place in a 27 kilometre long tunnel, 80 metres below the earth's surface. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The scientists are looking for a fundamental particle called Higgs Bozon. They are expecting data to be generated on particles and the radiation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="text-decoration: underline ! important; position: static; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: 400; position: static; color: rgb(176, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="font-weight: 400; position: static; color: rgb(176, 0, 0);font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It is the most expensive experiment ever to be conducted.(NDTV.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Something else to worry about...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="lblStory" class="StoryText"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="lblStory" class="StoryText"&gt;--&gt;While no one knows what to expect yet, some researchers have raised concerns saying that the experiment may trigger natural calamities eventually leading to the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="lblStory" class="StoryText"&gt;--&gt;There have been concerns that the experiment could create anti-matter or black holes but scientists say they are unfounded.&lt;/span&gt; (NDTV.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;So hold on people...earth might just be at its verge of non existence! Or manybe not....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-9140367110169150500?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/9140367110169150500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=9140367110169150500&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/9140367110169150500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/9140367110169150500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-update.html' title='Just an update!'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SMe9v1G01wI/AAAAAAAAABs/Abys60Dnz_g/s72-c/Drophold.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-5786297082635053043</id><published>2008-09-10T00:48:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:15:02.258+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Cares?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Annoyingly annoying...</title><content type='html'>Life doesn't take a huge turn at times! And that gets VERY annoying. You just want life to move ahead. And it is just stuck at that very insignificant point. To talk in Fifa language, your overall has reached its peak and will develop slowly...very slowly! Shit this is getting serious! I DONOT like to write serious stuff!&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just 10th september and colloger doesn't start for another 25 days or so. And I have nothing better to do in life then to play Fifa/PES/Def Jam/Guitar Hero all the time. Fifa is like my all time craze now. Can't get enough of it. Guess what I did after winning 5 seasons!!!! I freakin deleted my whole "manager mode" by mistake. I was emptying out my memory card (PS), deleting all my Fifa goal recordings. And in the midst of all that, I deleted my "manager mode", my "tournament mode", my "coop mode" and all my made players! So i did it all over again! takes time but i like it (i made a really cute player too!) Sometimes things get very funnily annoying! Oh "annoying" reminds of something. Why not write a blog on things that are VERY annoying (for me atleast)! Oh finally. I have something productive to write about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes...&lt;br /&gt;1]Rakhi Sawant&lt;br /&gt;2]Yahoo Messenger&lt;br /&gt;3]Chain Mails&lt;br /&gt;4]When i can't sleep at night!&lt;br /&gt;5]Man U fans&lt;br /&gt;6]People who keep telling that wrestling is "fake"! ALRIGHT I KNOW IT!&lt;br /&gt;7]Pop-up&lt;br /&gt;8]when people keep talking on messengers/upfront and dont get the whole point that i DONOT wish to talk at the moment&lt;br /&gt;9]Spelling mistakes/ wrong sentence structures&lt;br /&gt;10]Commerials...the REALLY stupid ones&lt;br /&gt;11]Some of my friends (like the one im talking to at the moment!)&lt;br /&gt;12]When people just can't accept the truth that i am better than them in some matters. I mean..HELLO...dont they get the point or what!?&lt;br /&gt;13]When people pull my hair from the back&lt;br /&gt;14]When people ask me questions that have a TOTALLY obvious answer like "oh you are here?...no not exactly...i thought i was there!"&lt;br /&gt;15]Politicians&lt;br /&gt;16]News channels&lt;br /&gt;17]Ekta's "K" serials&lt;br /&gt;18]People who chew REALLY loud.&lt;br /&gt;19]People who makes funny noises while driving&lt;br /&gt;20]People who kick your chair in the plane&lt;br /&gt;21]Americans&lt;br /&gt;22]People who stick there noses into EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;23]When I forget something within a second or two.&lt;br /&gt;24]Shahrukh Khan&lt;br /&gt;25]Guys with girly looks&lt;br /&gt;26]Guys who wax&lt;br /&gt;27]Girls who make a huge fuss out of everything&lt;br /&gt;28]People who point at every single thing ang do the same thing at another time&lt;br /&gt;28]Asif Ali Zardari&lt;br /&gt;29]Women who think that a man in house is EVERYTHING! and they JUST want a son!!!!! (what the hell are you alive for?)&lt;br /&gt;30]People who annoy you on purpose&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw...who says girls gossip a lot! my OWN personal experience tells me...that guys do the gossip blabbering a LOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-5786297082635053043?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/5786297082635053043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=5786297082635053043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/5786297082635053043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/5786297082635053043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/09/annoyingly-annoying.html' title='Annoyingly annoying...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-996638142364027526</id><published>2008-09-03T23:18:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:14:47.725+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>I'm bakk...</title><content type='html'>Ok. So i know that i haven't written since... FOREVER! Mid june is a LOOONNNGGGG way. Sincelrely I had my exams and then long long vacations without any possibilty of internet connections. Ok fine!!! I did get to surf a few times, but come on! I was on my vacations. Who would sit and write a blog? So here goes my long boringly short life story since the 16th of june!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams started on the 22nd of june (im guessing here!) So i had to study. Dont really remember whether i actually studied or not...i think...no im pretty sure i did! So all my exams went by quiet well. Except for the last one. For particularly 2 reasons. One, the stupid teacher had set a really hard and weird paper in which even the VERY good students messed up. Second, Germany lost the Euro cup to Spain! God how i cried that day! :((((((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the 4th of july we left UAE to go on a 11 day Euro Trip! So we went to Amsterdam, Paris and London. Amsterdam was ok. It wasn't that much fun. Paris was fun man. I walked like 12 kms everyday. And i was surprised to see how small Paris is. It's bout 144 km in area (guesstimation!) But the point is...ITS SMALL! And only damn rich people live in Paris. The normal middle class family lives in areas outside Paris. And finally london. Only one word: BORING! Make sure you don't go to London after seeing all the historical places in other parts of Europe. Because then London seems just normal. Nothing above it! But i LOVVVEEEEDDDD going to Taussads! That was fun. But i couldm't believe that I missed some of my favorite actors (we actually arrived a little late!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best of all was when i went to my mamo's house (my mom's bro). He went to London when I was about 5 and I went to his house after 14 years. He was sooooo overwhelmed. Never saw him cry before. And then came the trip to pakistan. Yes it was good. Loved meeting my baby...my MOST favorite cousin Hassaan. But as you may know, or you may not know. Pakistan can't come to you with a lot of ease. With in 5 days or so everyone was on bed. Coughing and sneezing their way out of the house. Horrible! Oh and i did celebrate my bday on the 9th of July....WOHOOOO!!!!! I turned 19....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as other things go, i developed a few interests:&lt;br /&gt;1]Soccer....IM CRAZY ABOUT IT! My life revolves on soccer now. TV, PS, comp, mobile...etc etc&lt;br /&gt;2]Reading books...lost the touch in between. But im back at it&lt;br /&gt;3] surprisingly enough...Studyin for college!&lt;br /&gt;4] since i had to choose a team for soccer.. i have officially made Liverpool my fav team (guess my layout says everything!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of writing now and so i shall say my goodbyes to you! Have fun and miss me! BYE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-996638142364027526?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/996638142364027526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=996638142364027526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/996638142364027526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/996638142364027526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/09/im-bakk.html' title='I&apos;m bakk...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rSg7pC5jQSA/SQrbxuS9bdI/AAAAAAAAADY/6G09pqdgyDc/S220/path.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-2440931522161765815</id><published>2008-06-11T14:37:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:14:39.978+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Cares?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>Its that time...again...</title><content type='html'>Do you those times, when tention just surrounds you and you have no clue as to what should be done now? If so, then welcome to my world. And why on this wide earth would I feel so? Hah! No idea eh...well then, allow me explain the tragic course of my life.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To begin with, I have realized the world is an awfully dreadful place to spend your whole life (I wonder when are they gonna SERIOUSLY find life on Mars!). People are not very friendly, it seems as if no one understands you, life seems to be goin down the hill, you seem to question your own existence, your life seems insignificant, you tend to think that people around expect too much from you, you study/work life is just not upto the mark, blah blah blah. And in that muddle of emotions like tention, depression, grief, stress, loneliness, withdrawal, suffering everything gets lost and the only thing you feel is &lt;strong&gt;suicidal&lt;/strong&gt;. In those moments, you merely need a person who can understand you, to sit beside you and lets you shed tears on their shoulder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But is there anyone here who you can trust, who you can feel safe with, whose shoulder you can use. Maybe there is, but what is the extent of trust on them? How much can they help you? You cant answer those questions so easily. A single answer or even a word can change the way you feel, but does it really help?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questions that cannot be answered, people that cannot be trusted, life that doesn't get better, and emotions that cannot be portrayed. There is nothing worse that one wants in life. And, trust me, when it really happens you want nothing more that death. The beautiful eternal sleep that forever keeps you happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-2440931522161765815?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/2440931522161765815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=2440931522161765815&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/2440931522161765815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/2440931522161765815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-that-timeagain.html' title='Its that time...again...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-3469294599899371236</id><published>2008-06-02T22:40:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:13:50.554+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Pass'/><title type='text'>Royals are ALWAYS Royals...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SERDKk452lI/AAAAAAAAAMY/OE7Uka9d-vg/s1600-h/18844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207360918127237714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SERDKk452lI/AAAAAAAAAMY/OE7Uka9d-vg/s320/18844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a match! Nail biting finish. The minute the game went to the second last over, the T20 final popped up in my mind. Didnt want my favorite team to lose this time around. Royals HAD to win. You hardly get to see such amazing performances and such balanced teams. My other two favorite teams (Knight Riders and Deccan Chargers) didnt do that well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well lest look at the finals. The match was boring in the beginning. Looking at the scores the Kings made (163), seemed like an easy target for Royals. But I must say tha the Kings kept it tight and held strong. Took it to the last ball. I guess two things really helped in the last two overs, the four on the seventh last ball and the wide delivered by Balaji. I guess the wide helped more. Or else the game might have gone to the 'Bowl out'...which would hae been TOTALLY unpredictable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The awards turned out be quiet good. All of them predictable. But yet amazing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In every aspect, the final was beyond expectations. One of the best I have ever seen. The part I thought was the best was Dhoni's spirit. Not a huge fan of him but have to accept the fact tha he has command and is one of the best captains. Well ofcourse after Shane Warne ;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing could have made my night better!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-3469294599899371236?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/3469294599899371236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=3469294599899371236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/3469294599899371236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/3469294599899371236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/06/royals-are-always-royals.html' title='Royals are ALWAYS Royals...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SERDKk452lI/AAAAAAAAAMY/OE7Uka9d-vg/s72-c/18844.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-890127185232521145</id><published>2008-05-26T21:41:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:13:26.886+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>Jannat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://podmasti.com/pod/img1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://podmasti.com/pod/img1.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jannat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;is by far one of the best movies I have seen in my life. It surely ranks in my top 10. Seems like the Bhatts never run out of ideas. The theme holds strong for the whole film: "Simplicity is better than materialism". Unlike of what you might think, it is NOT a film based on bookies. It is purely a love story.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sure the story revolves around the bookies world, but in the midst of all that, there is a girl, who for love's sake, buries her own happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story starts of in a simple and most typical manner. Boy meets girl, they fall in love, they do crazy things, the boy can go to any extent to keep his love happy. Arjun (Emraan Hashmi) is a middle class man with big ambitions. And his only way of achieving the impossible is by taking a shortcut. Zoya (Sonal Chauhan) is a simple orphaned girl with ambitions. The only difference is the way she wants to achieve her dreams. Arjun graduates from being a small gambler to the most favorite bookie. And this is when the story takes a turn. As Arjun digs deeper into the world of betting and fixing, he starts to lose his love. When Zoya finally finds our Arjuns truth, she hands him over to the police. Arjun spends time in jail and when is finally let out, he goes in search for Zoya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a series of emotional sentences, Arjun promises to leave this path and follow Zoya to happiness. But as it is, bad habits can never be destroyed. Arjun struggles to keep his life on track and one look of jannat, promises are forgotten.  Zoya is aghast and can't believe that her trust has been broken twice. She forces him out of the house, but can't forget him. Before playing his one last fixture, things go amiss. He is blamed for a murder he hasn't committed. At that time the only person he wants to meet is his girlfriend. Once again, the girl asks him to surrender because she knows he is innocent. He obeys, but not long after Arjun dies in Zoya's arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with all that, there is something else that plays an important role in the film. A&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ring&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They meet because of the ring, Arjun goes to extremes to get that ring, he tries to give the ring its right place, he feels the burden on the ring on him, and he dies because of the ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yeah the story was not well placed, the emotions were not displayed well, their love was not given total justice. Yet this is one film that is not to be missed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-890127185232521145?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/890127185232521145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=890127185232521145&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/890127185232521145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/890127185232521145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/05/wsalam.html' title='Jannat'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-1508832588589459205</id><published>2008-05-21T19:58:00.009+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:13:16.200+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Cares?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>A very bad day...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a day...where everything just goes wrong? Well today was my day. Life started of well in the morning. I was actually not feeling sleepy at all. Went to college... life started to move slowly (as always). &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; But, god, I had NEVER asked for that much fun. My heart almost jumped into my hands when it happened. The reason behind, as I assume it to be, is that it happened for the first time to me! Well...even before that something happened which, I personally do not find the need to discuss...but to be short....IT WAS HORRIBLE!!&lt;br /&gt;Moving on to the main event. How should I describe it? Well to start off... it was painfully dreadful. So here it goes. On two days...me and my classmates/friends/buddies etc. are free between the not-so-cool hours of 1 pm - 4 pm, which in turn, gives us 3 hours of nothingness. Obviously, since we are in an age of hyper activeness, we need a good past time, in which we do not have to stay in college and so we sometimes go out. Today was the sometimes when we have to go out. And our ONLY hope is always 'Sam the Great' (shes a girl btw and this is her nickname!), just because that lady has a car and is quiet a good driver. Since I have just got a license and am not that good at driving, so I practice in Sam's car (have done only once before and today was the second time).&lt;br /&gt;Its only 5-8 minutes walk to 'Marry Brown', but since its so freaking hot in Dubai, you cannot possibly think of walking that short distance and so I insisted on taking the car (because i wanted to drive :)). So I parked the car safely in front of MB and we all were having a meal (4 girls) when three of our friends passed by MB, since they were headed for Caesar's (15 minutes walk from college). One of the guys, Taher, calls up and asks if Sam could drop them back to college just because they didn't wish to walk back in that hot, sweaty weather. We agreed.&lt;br /&gt;So me and Sam left MB's to pick them up. And thus began the ride to our untimely, unneeded fate.&lt;br /&gt;Sam took a u-turn and headed back for the college on the same road. Cars were parked on both sides of the road (it is a two way road without a divider). So from our side, a woman in Mazda 3 wished to go on the opposite lane. Her car was parked in a way that her cars front faced the road (she had reversed parked it!). We were about a 100m away when she moved her car out a little bit, so naturally, Sam slowed down to let her go but she stopped and so Sam accelerated. Again the lady moved out a little bit again (there was some space available between the main road and the parking). Naturally (again!) Sam decelerated the Mazda 6 but the stupid lady stopped again. And then Sam accelerated again. With only 10m gap left between the two cars, this time around, the lady got a move on and BANG! the two cars bumpers collided. I was sitting on the passengers front seat and the bloody car was so close to me. I had my coke in my hand and the only thing I could do at that time was *slurp*. I slurped the whole coke within 40 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;WOW! Now that was something good eh. Well on Sam's request we left for college after 10 minutes of waiting. Whilst on my way to college, I saw the police car arrive and was happy to know that they arrived early.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time EVER, thanks to this accident, I was actually awake in my Aircraft System Principles class. Hell yeah it was fun. It rocked...though I was scared!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SDRYdw5YZ7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/RLnooWkiugs/s1600-h/car.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 184px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SDRYdw5YZ7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/RLnooWkiugs/s320/car.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202880737884792754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SDRYeQ5YZ8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/IfuKwu7wj24/s1600-h/-%C3%A8m%C3%B8x%C3%A0ph-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 181px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SDRYeQ5YZ8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/IfuKwu7wj24/s320/-%C3%A8m%C3%B8x%C3%A0ph-003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202880746474727362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SDRYeg5YZ9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/iYYpe0Nzgms/s1600-h/-%C3%A8m%C3%B8x%C3%A0ph-005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 192px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SDRYeg5YZ9I/AAAAAAAAAKc/iYYpe0Nzgms/s320/-%C3%A8m%C3%B8x%C3%A0ph-005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202880750769694674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-1508832588589459205?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/1508832588589459205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=1508832588589459205&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1508832588589459205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1508832588589459205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/05/very-bad-day.html' title='A very bad day...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SDRYdw5YZ7I/AAAAAAAAAKM/RLnooWkiugs/s72-c/car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-1115396364697452120</id><published>2008-05-18T01:19:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:12:44.214+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Cares?'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>Is change bad?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SC9dBQ5YZ1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/JubibOfObDg/s1600-h/Change_by_gilad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SC9dBQ5YZ1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/JubibOfObDg/s320/Change_by_gilad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201478370933106514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people have problems when someone wishes to change for good? Can the change be so harmful to people that they give you the worst looks possible? I seriously don't understand why all that happens, but for once the person can be left alone. How hard is it to do so?&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what i wanted to do and that is what i have done but suddenly it seems like a crime. My friends keep asking me questions that i don't want to answer, people show that they disagree with this change and all this ANNOYS me like hell. I just feel so frustrated. Its not there life, its MINE and ONLY mine. They have no right to get angry or mad at me. Plus some of them are not even friends who should get angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God...i don't know what to say. I just want to hang myself. You know what the problem is? They can't be ignored so easily either and that, my friend, is a killer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could crush someone into pieces. People wish to rule over me...and i aint letting that happen...at least not now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-1115396364697452120?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/1115396364697452120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=1115396364697452120&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1115396364697452120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1115396364697452120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/05/is-change-bad.html' title='Is change bad?'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SC9dBQ5YZ1I/AAAAAAAAAI8/JubibOfObDg/s72-c/Change_by_gilad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-7175491905133600333</id><published>2008-05-12T07:21:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:12:27.042+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend'/><title type='text'>To my friends...</title><content type='html'>There are times when suddenly everything changes in life. People you have never liked, or thought no better of them have become important to you. Thats what happened to me this semester. I already had a good freind but then two people whom I never talked freely with just because I didn't like them that much seem to important to me now.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually when people tell me that there is something I shouldn't do or something is not good about me, I seriously get pissed off. But whatever these two friends tell me, no matter how bad it is, nothing pisses me off. I have grown too fond of these two people, and I love hanging around with them.&lt;br /&gt;Just something I found online, like it and thats why im posting it here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Izzah, Sam, Fiji, Madiha, Anam, Princilla, Abhi, Hibba and Aleena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When i'm happy,&lt;br /&gt;I look at my hand&lt;br /&gt;And search for the line&lt;br /&gt;That made me lucky enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To have a friend like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-7175491905133600333?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/7175491905133600333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=7175491905133600333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7175491905133600333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7175491905133600333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-my-friends.html' title='To my friends...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-1967824153876970364</id><published>2008-05-11T18:27:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:12:15.450+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Dastur-e-duniya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;By Izzah Zahid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(my fwend)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SCcEkg5YZ0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/41PeAirB_YI/s1600-h/dastur.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199129320174937922" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SCcEkg5YZ0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/41PeAirB_YI/s400/dastur.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dastur-e-duniya Dastur-e-khuda na banasake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Humne jo chaha woh manzur-e-khuda na banasake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jaltey rahe hum umeed ki mashal jalaye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Har khwab humare haqiqat na banasake&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-1967824153876970364?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/1967824153876970364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=1967824153876970364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1967824153876970364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1967824153876970364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/05/dastur-e-duniya.html' title='Dastur-e-duniya'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SCcEkg5YZ0I/AAAAAAAAAI0/41PeAirB_YI/s72-c/dastur.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-6615890663657794973</id><published>2008-05-08T13:30:00.010+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:12:02.832+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>The award for the worst film goes to...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SCLI1UO3_tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jtOwnSn9rMg/s1600-h/tashan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197937738228694738" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SCLI1UO3_tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jtOwnSn9rMg/s320/tashan1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;TASHAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to watch this movie as a time pass and more over after reading the bad reviews I wanted to check out how bad it can be. But I must say that this film is not even worth as a time pass or a check-out. When a whole bunch of people say its bad...TRUST THEM! The movies starts of well but then you see Saif for the first time on screen and the movie starts to end even before it has begun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we see a Yash Raj film ad on TV, we expect to see good films and above all good stories that have everything in it. But lately that has changed. Yash Raj has started to depend more on star cast and style rather than the story line. Jhoom Barabar Jhoom, Tararumpum, Aaja Nachle and now Tashan. What ahs gotten into the Yash group only God can tell. Every single hype created for this film has turned only to disaster. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A few questions that bugged me through out the film:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;where is the story?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;why is the music below expectations?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;why wasnt Akshay given more attention in promos?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;where is the chemistry between the new "Hot Couple"?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;where is the expected screenplay?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;why is there the unwanted action?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;why can't 1000 people kill three people?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;how on earth can u get a speed boat in a nala (sewer)?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Akshay certainly stood out more than the others. He was by far the best thing that could happen to Tashan. Saif seemed like an object that was there for no reason. Kareena seemed to be in the film ONLY to show her size 0 look. Anil acted very well as the "English" speaking don.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are some good point in the film but then over all it falls on the negative. The story could be MUCH stronger. With the actors Yash Raj had in hand, and the versatility of all the actors, the storyline could have done better.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A good try to copy film styles from the 70's but am sure if it was released in the 70's it would still be a flop. All in all if you want to watch a film, then you can watch a film from the 70's rather than watching Tashan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But if you still want to watch it, then go ahead.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-6615890663657794973?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/6615890663657794973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=6615890663657794973&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/6615890663657794973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/6615890663657794973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/05/award-for-worst-film-goes-to.html' title='The award for the worst film goes to...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SCLI1UO3_tI/AAAAAAAAAIc/jtOwnSn9rMg/s72-c/tashan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-2634995652551018549</id><published>2008-05-08T10:55:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:11:52.367+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Cares?'/><title type='text'>Mini-Skill Club</title><content type='html'>The first time anything reproductive ever happened in our college apart from studies is the 'Mini-Skill Club'. Thanks to our friends who came up with this amazing idea of learning and teaching new things to others. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; Out first day was quiet good. We kept it all amongst ourselves. Only a handful of people knew about it and less than a handful came. Ofcourse the only reason was timing problems. But still it was fun. A good way to pass your time when you have nothing at all to do!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in our first class we made PAPER PLANES! No...not the basic one. Anyone can do that. But we made the ones that are a little more harder and one of them flies SICK! it is so smooth and goes to far. Just totally amazed.&lt;br /&gt;Well in out next session we are planning to teach Photoshop. That means I hav to be ready for it! WOHOOO!!! It's my turn to be a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SCKqZEO3_qI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jvDISKOM564/s1600-h/%C3%82m%C3%AEg%C3%B8%24015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197904267548556962" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SCKqZEO3_qI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jvDISKOM564/s320/%C3%82m%C3%AEg%C3%B8%24015.jpg" width="182" border="0" height="251" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SCKqZUO3_rI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ba8mHnSPP8A/s1600-h/%C3%82m%C3%AEg%C3%B8%24016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197904271843524274" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SCKqZUO3_rI/AAAAAAAAAIM/ba8mHnSPP8A/s320/%C3%82m%C3%AEg%C3%B8%24016.jpg" width="167" border="0" height="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SCKqZkO3_sI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bTql3YqFgM8/s1600-h/%C3%82m%C3%AEg%C3%B8%24017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197904276138491586" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 168px; height: 246px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SCKqZkO3_sI/AAAAAAAAAIU/bTql3YqFgM8/s320/%C3%82m%C3%AEg%C3%B8%24017.jpg" width="172" border="0" height="265" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-2634995652551018549?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/2634995652551018549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=2634995652551018549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/2634995652551018549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/2634995652551018549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/05/mini-skill-club.html' title='Mini-Skill Club'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SCKqZEO3_qI/AAAAAAAAAIE/jvDISKOM564/s72-c/%C3%82m%C3%AEg%C3%B8%24015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-5753753347650231379</id><published>2008-05-04T20:45:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:03:47.317+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>It soothes the mind...</title><content type='html'>There are times when you really need to soothe your mind because you have had too much to think or work too much. To cut a long story short you need to relax. So I tried to find a new way and the only thing I could possibly think of was SLOW songs or Ghazals. Well I went for Ghzalas.&lt;br /&gt;For all you people who dont know what Ghazals are, here is a short discription:&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;In poetry, the ghazal is a poetic form consisting of rhyming couplets and a refrain. Each line must share the same meter. Ghazals were written by the Persian mystics and poets Jalal al-Din Muhammad Rumi (13th century) and Hafez (14th century), he Turkish poet Fuzuli (16th century), as well as Mirza Ghalib (1797–1869) and Muhammad Iqbal (1877–1938), who both wrote Ghazals in Persian and Urdu. Through the influence of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (1749–1832), the ghazal became very popular in Germany in the 19th century, and the form was used extensively by Friedrich Rückert (1788–1866) and August von Platen (1796–1835). The Kashmiri-American poet Agha Shahid Ali was a proponent of the form, both in English and in other languages; he edited a volume of "real ghazals in English." (Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I sat down on my desk, switched on my laptop and went for an extensive search for good Ghazals. There are a few artists who are extremely talented but its kind of hard to find songs to download since the world today has lost respect and likness for music of that type.&lt;br /&gt;A few artists who songs I downloaded:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mohammed Rafi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Farida Khanum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tina Sani&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kishore&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mukesh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jagjit Singh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ghulam Ali&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hariharan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lata Mangeshkar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Asha Bhosle&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mehdi Hassan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pankaj Udhas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Noor Jahan&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;These voices have some beauty man. Try listening to some ghazals from them. They SERIOUSLY rock.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-5753753347650231379?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/5753753347650231379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=5753753347650231379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/5753753347650231379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/5753753347650231379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/05/it-soothes-mind.html' title='It soothes the mind...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-7433587272092289358</id><published>2008-05-01T18:43:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:03:34.772+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Cares?'/><title type='text'>Congrats for such low scores!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SBnX9JERxYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7sY8kA6x9Sc/s1600-h/jlvn342l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195421090554430850" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SBnX9JERxYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7sY8kA6x9Sc/s400/jlvn342l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so do you see what's happening in the comic? Well the same thing is gonna happen with me soon. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; Today was my last midterm and it went well not bad, but it wasnt good either. First of all I sat with my friends so that we can take any help and stuff. BUT my freaking teacher moved me RIGHT beside his table and I was SO annoyed by it. As soon as I saw my paper, I actually forgot EVERYTHING. slowly things did come to my mind but not eveything was that good. I swear I would have murdered anyone at that instant. Well I did get over with the test, but was quiet pissed at myself for destroying off such an easy test. Urghhhhh. KILL ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: listen to tge teacher in class....it really helps!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-7433587272092289358?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/7433587272092289358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=7433587272092289358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7433587272092289358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7433587272092289358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/05/congrats-for-such-low-scores.html' title='Congrats for such low scores!'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SBnX9JERxYI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7sY8kA6x9Sc/s72-c/jlvn342l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-3186312219709172973</id><published>2008-04-29T16:20:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:03:24.579+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who Cares?'/><title type='text'>Never thought this day would come...</title><content type='html'>ok so its simple....i thought i would never do this but i have done it....so here it is. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; I NEVER thought that i would be studying from the net for 'Aircraft System Princilples'...but i am....and it feels TOTALLY weird...i just wish god would bless me and this mishap should never occur...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh btw...im writing a story...gonna make a blog soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-3186312219709172973?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/3186312219709172973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=3186312219709172973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/3186312219709172973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/3186312219709172973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/04/never-thought-this-day-would-come.html' title='Never thought this day would come...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-1233803029443585698</id><published>2008-04-28T19:32:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:03:03.817+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotes'/><title type='text'>Its quote time....</title><content type='html'>ok a new thing in my blog. Since I am so intelligent and a genius, it is an obvious thing...&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;  that I will say things that will actuall make sense right? Do u understand what i mean? even if you dont...no worries...not everyone understands a genius. so i came up with this idea of writing down the utterance of my mouth whenever i come up with any. so here is the first of my quotes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunyum utters: "Be a pussy. It saves your life." (inspired from the film 'The Mist')&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-1233803029443585698?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/1233803029443585698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=1233803029443585698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1233803029443585698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1233803029443585698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-quote-time.html' title='Its quote time....'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-1732986144237057586</id><published>2008-04-27T11:24:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:02:55.869+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>Hectic times</title><content type='html'>life hasnt been behaving quiet properly with me. I have been totally diminished as I tired to find some fun in my life. But nothing seems to be goin very smooth so far. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; Well I have a mid tomorrow, for which I dont feel like studying, my cable is gone so I cant watch the IPL matches, I missed 'bicentennial man' for the sixth/seventh time today, my internet comes and goes, I was supposed to finish 'princess' but it hasnt worked out that way, I was supposed to begin on a story, I have to study for my three mids this week, my eyes refuse to close until its 3 or 4 am and so when I wake up in the morning my eyes long for the long, heavy, deep sleep. I guess its not possible until the weekend. Above that we had this cockroach spray in my house because our stupid neighbors brought in a whole stock of those bloody bugs. Hate it and for that reason I wasnt able to study that well for my thermdynamics mid. Ok a wee bit of frustration has been taken out while writing...and the rest well...ill see what to do.&lt;br /&gt;And pray for those who are going to suffer my wrath as I pour out buckets and buckets of my frustrated and antagonized life.&lt;br /&gt;P.S: my friend gave me an idea to have a signature for my self...so I have made one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-1732986144237057586?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/1732986144237057586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=1732986144237057586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1732986144237057586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1732986144237057586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/04/hectic-times.html' title='Hectic times'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-2625999845957880487</id><published>2008-04-23T07:39:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:02:37.337+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mind'/><title type='text'>Is it the future?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SA6zyFOXbQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RlZqm4y6ids/s1600-h/mgu0019l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192285093382024450" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SA6zyFOXbQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RlZqm4y6ids/s200/mgu0019l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has it ever happened with you? Have you seen something in your dreams and it has actually happened? I have been getting those for a long time now but they seem to be getting quite frequent now. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; I dont have the serious dreams in which i might see anyone getting hurt or anything really bad happening to a person, but still it makes me feel weird. I mean i ahve seen 2 COMPLETE films even before they made, i ahve talked to people i have never met before, i have seen a WHOLE desperate hosuewives episode of the fourth season when only the second season was on. I ask is myself: &lt;em&gt;what?.&lt;/em&gt; well I looked around the net to see what was actually happening and i found a few things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Déjà vu  already seen"; also called paramnesia , from Greek παρα para, "near" + μνήμη mnēmē, "memory") is the experience of feeling sure that one has witnessed or experienced a new situation previously (an individual feels as though an event has already happened or has repeated itself). The term was coined by a French psychic researcher, Émile Boirac (1851–1917) in his book L'Avenir des sciences psychiques (The Future of Psychic Sciences), which expanded upon an essay he wrote while an undergraduate. The experience of déjà vu is usually accompanied by a compelling sense of familiarity, and also a sense of "eeriness", "strangeness", or "weirdness". The "previous" experience is most frequently attributed to a dream, although in some cases&lt;br /&gt;there is a firm sense that the experience "genuinely happened" in the past. The experience of déjà vu seems to be very common among adults and children alike; in formal studies 70% of people report having experienced it at least once. References to the experience of déjà vu are also found in literature of the past, indicating it is not a new phenomenon. It has been extremely difficult to evoke the déjà vu experience in laboratory settings, therefore making it a subject of few&lt;br /&gt;empirical studies. Recently, researchers have found ways to recreate this sensation using hypnosis &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A precognitive dream is one in which future events yet to happen appear in&lt;br /&gt;dream state, and later, those events do indeed come to pass. I am not talking&lt;br /&gt;about Déjà vu, where you get the feeling that you have been somewhere, or done&lt;br /&gt;something before, but rather, I refer to dream state occurrences, that&lt;br /&gt;accurately manifest at a future date.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well now that I know what it is called...the next question is &lt;em&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;So far i havent really found the answer to that. Internet doesnt help that much sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but i did go on tickle.com to check out my bloody pregoniton/dejavu ability. So i took the test and here are the results:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunyum, when it comes to psychic abilities, you have an unusually strong talent&lt;br /&gt;in the area of Precognition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;This means you have an uncanny ability to look into the future and know ahead of time what is going to happen. You might, for instance, simply know that you're going to get that job before the interview even happens with a certainty that exceeds what you would expect to have simply&lt;br /&gt;knowing the facts of the situation. You might have a sense of dread before going out for the evening only to later have a flat tire on your way home. These little hunches are easy to ignore but for you especially, quite often lead to a true prediction of what is going to happen. These predictions can be used to generate positive outcomes, and the more you know about how to use your talent, the more you will be able to distinguish between fantasy of the future and an actual reality you are seeing happen, before it has actually happened. While your strongest psychic talent is Precognition, Tickle also analyzed your psychic strengths in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Retrocognition:&lt;/strong&gt; The ability to know what happened in the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clairvoyance:&lt;/strong&gt; The ability to "see" the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Remote viewing:&lt;/strong&gt; The ability to see physical objects at a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Telepathy:&lt;/strong&gt; The ability to tune into others' thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So here it is....im officially weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-2625999845957880487?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/2625999845957880487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=2625999845957880487&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/2625999845957880487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/2625999845957880487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/04/is-it-future.html' title='Is it the future?'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SA6zyFOXbQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/RlZqm4y6ids/s72-c/mgu0019l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-9110210125027703034</id><published>2008-04-20T00:01:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:02:27.103+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movie'/><title type='text'>A deep touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApQp__NNYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/O8eGp2mo8PQ/s1600-h/poster-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191050202979317122" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApQp__NNYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/O8eGp2mo8PQ/s320/poster-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the first time that a movie actually touched my heart. I wanted to watch it just out of curiousity. Wanted to see what Ajay can do and how well can he potray his thoughts. It started of and there it was, like many of the movies I have seen before, a sky. Movies that start like this make me feel weird. And so I was feeling weird already.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first 30 minutes or so of the film you couldnt really see the 'U me aur hum'. All you could think of was what the 'U me aur hum' really meant. It was tough to guess. The jokes and the light humor was good. What I liked the most about it was the fact that a few signs were made obvious from the beginning that related to the main theme or issue of the film. It was not as if everything came out of the blue like some of the other films.&lt;br /&gt;Well so it went on and on. I wished someone would stop all that and let me go. But then it happened. Piya (Kajol) was almost run over by her own husband!&lt;br /&gt;And there it began. The 'U me aur Hum' was on. The problems, the emotions, the helpless husband, the ignorant wife. It all fell into place. Nothing was over the top, no emotion exaggerated, no extra tear and no problem overestimated (like Taree Zameen Par). The problems they faced seemed to be normal. Anyone could relate to it. Anything that happened in Ajay (Ajay Devgan) and Piya's life after marriage was just so perfectly like real life. A likeable ending and therefore worth a watch. By the end this sentence 'Sometimes the greatest journey is the distance between two people' totally made sense.&lt;br /&gt;Who cares whether the movie is copied or not. Copied stories do not usually go well. But this one did. It just didnt go well, it went very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An ordinary story with extraordinary power that touches your heart. A MUST see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Watch U Me aur Hum:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://interval.in/videos.php?id=16866&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-9110210125027703034?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/9110210125027703034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=9110210125027703034&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/9110210125027703034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/9110210125027703034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/04/deep-touch.html' title='A deep touch'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApQp__NNYI/AAAAAAAAAG0/O8eGp2mo8PQ/s72-c/poster-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-3101047526875622980</id><published>2008-04-17T23:03:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:01:53.296+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trip'/><title type='text'>A long good day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ok...so I finally planned to write a blog (though I didnt feel like it at all).&lt;br /&gt;Well a lot has happened in the past week...the biggest and the worst being the Air Race in Abu Dhabi.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how it went:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190293680443881218" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SAegml7P9wI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KkJvxQqclz0/s200/063256_1-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7:00&lt;/strong&gt; - arrived college with Abhi, Ankur and Zafar. Just one hour early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~7:40&lt;/strong&gt; - people started to arrive. Well guess what the bus was late! But that was expected...it was after all Mahi Manipals bus. So what we did while we waited is not obvious at all. We drove and drove and drove in our friends cars. It was fun...driving in the not-so-big college grounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8:00&lt;/strong&gt; - The bus finally arrived. And guess what we did! Well we all boarded the bus...(i know its lame. Dont make it obvious). And while in the bus we had the best time. We played antakshari, dumb charades (or however u spell it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~11:00&lt;/strong&gt; – we finally arrived at AD international airport. Well the race was actually near the corniche but we thought that the pit walk is at the airport. What we found out that this was not the case at all! And then we moved on till we arrived at the corniche...and guess what we found out! The pit walk is till 11: 30 and you have to pay 130 bucks for it. My ass! It was then when we decided to go to Marina Mall and just chill out until the race starts at bout 1:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~11:25&lt;/strong&gt; – we were at Marina Mall. First things first we decided a re-meeting spot. We would be at that place at 12.45. Before I could even realize, all the girls had left me alone. SAD! Not really thoug. Being with guyz is actually fun. So I roames around the place with the guys and what better place to meet up with the other girls than at the food court. And we did. I got a Burger King 'Whopper'...love that thing man...but but but....Subways are always the first priority! And so after that we all met up in the meeting spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~1:05&lt;/strong&gt; – we headed towards the corniche and found a place before the race could start. We did but not a comfortable one though! My ass started hurting after sitting on those bloody rocks for hours. The race got postponed by about 2 hrs or so and by that time I had totally lost my stamina. Me and my three other friends left the place to chill in the mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ 3:00&lt;/strong&gt; – we entered the mall. It felt heavenish. But at that same time the race started. DAMN! But I had no power to go back at all. So we waited and waited and waited in the FOOD COURT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~ 4:00&lt;/strong&gt; – got a phone call that the bus has arrived and then we headed back towards the college. Now whilst goin back we had fun again. We played songs and sang along. Then told each other corny stories and asked riddles and while we did that something was going on in the last seat &lt;strong&gt;*ahem ahem*.&lt;/strong&gt; And then we told our own real life stories and then what better to tell ghost stories when its totally dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~7:00&lt;/strong&gt; – we arrived back at the college and went back home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S: dont you think i need better titles????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-3101047526875622980?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/3101047526875622980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=3101047526875622980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/3101047526875622980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/3101047526875622980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/04/long-good-day.html' title='A long good day'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SAegml7P9wI/AAAAAAAAAGc/KkJvxQqclz0/s72-c/063256_1-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-55033627063502825</id><published>2008-04-08T21:58:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:01:43.636+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>it happened...and it didn't</title><content type='html'>Allright so the three tests are over. Hallelujah!&lt;br /&gt;You must have realized by now that nothing interesting seems to happen in my life. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;The farthest it can go is getting a driving license! So something more interesting happened...well according to me. So on sunday I was kicked out of the class. Yeah man...thats tht. Ok my main purpose was to tell bout my tests:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1]Thermodynamics: YUCK! I knew the steps messed em up bad though&lt;br /&gt;2]Aerodynamics: Shit easy...finished in half an hour...teacher was quiet impressed since I did everything even though i dont listen in class&lt;br /&gt;3]Aircraft System Principles: half half kinda thing...good and bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope fully marks will be fine in all! PRAY 4 ME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*DONT DRINK WATER...FISH HAVE SEX IN IT*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-55033627063502825?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/55033627063502825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=55033627063502825&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/55033627063502825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/55033627063502825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-happenedand-it-didnt.html' title='it happened...and it didn&apos;t'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-3885352352281655601</id><published>2008-03-31T13:54:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:01:33.599+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>It finally happened...</title><content type='html'>I reached there at 7.45 am. Tensed throughout. About one month ago, I had the same feeling. Feeling of weirdness (yeah i do get dat). So I went to the room...sat...waited...prayed...prayed....prayed. And finally at 8.30 am I heard my name 'Hunyum Murya'. Me and three others stood up and left the room. We sat and waited...waited...and waited. I was the second one. 15 minutes later she called me in front. I got out and went to the front and here it all started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put the cushion down, sat on, adjusted the seat, adjusted the mirror, pulled the gear down, moved the gear to D, switched off the hazard, put the left signal and waited till the traffic cleared out. 1...2...3...4...5...6...7...8....9...10 and out. There I was on the road giving my second road test with no hopes of passing. Just wanted to do my best. She made me turn right, left, take a u-turn, then right and left and right and left again, and ofcourse changing the lane. These 15 minutes wre the most important of my life. And then i had to park. I parked got out left the door open for the other person and went back once again. After what seemed like a million years we finally arrived at the instute. And again I waited...waited...waited...waited... and waited. She called my name once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you know what was your mistake Hunyum?'&lt;br /&gt;'I think my u-turn was too sharp and so was my left turn.'&lt;br /&gt;'No. That was no it. You left the door open while you got out of the car. And that was a hazard. And a hazard is a fail. You know that?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes...... so I fail!'&lt;br /&gt;'Check yourself'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The paper was full of red stamps in arabic writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'So I fail again'&lt;br /&gt;'Read the P-A-S-S on the paper'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PASSED! The pass was not prominent at all...what crazy shit man....I had actually PASSED! Hallelujah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it is...I finally have my license....Im SOOOOOOOO happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*btw I might not write for the next two weeks because I have LOADS of test coming up!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-3885352352281655601?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/3885352352281655601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=3885352352281655601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/3885352352281655601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/3885352352281655601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-finally-happened.html' title='It finally happened...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-4832603276443404070</id><published>2008-03-25T11:34:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:01:23.595+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Blogolution'/><title type='text'>Blogolution</title><content type='html'>So I thought why not give my blog a new look, as in a new background and a new banner. So last night I sat down and thought about the new theme for my blog. I had to go through a chain of questions to answer my one big question. At last my question was answered. So this is what my theme will be for the time being until I wish to change again: &lt;strong&gt;Only God can judge me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I found missing was the fact that my poor blog had no identity. No name, no meaning, no punch line. Come on now, saying ‘paranoidentity’ doesn’t help me at all. So I wanted to call my blog ‘____ Zone’. Well what other better word than Zany. And it sounds cool. Just say it ‘Zany Zone’, ‘Zany Zone’, ‘Zany Zone’. Sounds cool… doesn’t it? Well for you people out there who do not know the meaning of Zany it means: crazy, imaginative, foolish, clownish, silly etc, which, by some weird coincidence, describes me. So here it is, one word that describes me completely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it came to a tag line…well I didn’t want it to be like any other. It HAD to describe the way I talk or think. So after a series of thoughts and hard work I decided to give the tag line: ‘where unreality meets utterance’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So doesn’t my blog look cooler and more complete now! Oh how much I love myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Do leave your comments on Blogolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-4832603276443404070?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/4832603276443404070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=4832603276443404070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/4832603276443404070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/4832603276443404070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/03/blogolution.html' title='Blogolution'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-55554396836836580</id><published>2008-03-24T09:12:00.013+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:01:12.761+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Literature'/><title type='text'>A poet in the making</title><content type='html'>As you all know, yesterday was Pakistan Day (23rd March). our constitution was passed on this day in the year 1940. And isnt it obvious that we would be in the spirit of this day. Yes we were! Well one of my friends was REALLY in the spirit and therefore she wrote a poem! And here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Untitled by Anila Zia Rana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181175240657611906" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R-c7bipyLII/AAAAAAAAAEc/wvBY0CwpaY0/s320/shair0001.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(original copy of the poem written on a tissue paper)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Transliteration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Tamanna le kar aaye the,&lt;br /&gt;Kuch ban kar yahaan se jayain ge.&lt;br /&gt;Muraad hai shahadat ki,&lt;br /&gt;Jis ko haasil karke jayain ge.&lt;br /&gt;Taan kar seena chalain ge,&lt;br /&gt;Hub-e-watan Pakistan bana kar rahain ge.&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-55554396836836580?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/55554396836836580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=55554396836836580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/55554396836836580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/55554396836836580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/03/poet-in-making.html' title='A poet in the making'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R-c7bipyLII/AAAAAAAAAEc/wvBY0CwpaY0/s72-c/shair0001.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-1463021689223517214</id><published>2008-03-23T11:18:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:00:56.083+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>Why is it so hard?</title><content type='html'>Yesterday while I was cleaning the dishes, i went over the different variations and sounds of my name by different people. Well let me tell you first taht my actual name is: Hunyum Murya (Hun-Yum Mur-Ya)...allrite. And here a the variations (as pronounced) when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A] They read my name from paper:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hoonyoum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Onyum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hunyumyumyum (some weird ass guy who thinks he is too good said that)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haniyam&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Huniyom&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;B] when they ask me/or hear it:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Muriam (where did the M come from..and where did the H go?)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Onion (DONT ASK!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haniya&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Humyum&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;well there are more...just dont want to tell!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok so that was not the reason for the blog. The reason is about to come up. And the reason is GET THE SIMPLE LOGIC OF PRONOUNCING MY NAME PROPERLY WHEN YOU READ IT ATLEAST!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You dont read it as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoonch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...you read it as &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hunch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Then why does my name become &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hoon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...when it can so easily be &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...and for the second part you dont go &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yoom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....you go &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....so why not for my name you JUST say &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. And when they join together they become &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hunyum. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hearing is acceptable...its hard to catch in the first time...but PLEASE...read it properly! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-1463021689223517214?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/1463021689223517214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=1463021689223517214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1463021689223517214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1463021689223517214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-is-it-so-hard.html' title='Why is it so hard?'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-4073603632306867711</id><published>2008-03-21T16:19:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:00:44.776+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>Something seems amiss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R-OuhSpyLHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JuyYCuyuBgU/s1600-h/cafe_amiss-thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180175883372211314" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R-OuhSpyLHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JuyYCuyuBgU/s200/cafe_amiss-thumb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been getting the strangest feeling for the past few days or probably weeks. I dont know why is it so, or what got into me. But i know one thing for sure, something is amiss and it's affecting me a lot! &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;I have started to see the glass half empty. I did before too, but only sometimes. But now its a regular thing. Everyone person I look at just seems different. I cant talk to anyone properly. Even if I do, then once I'm done I feel as if the person is thinking something bad about me. *Maybe they don't like me* or *Did I say something wrong?* or *Why are they giving me weird expressions (even though they are not)*. Do you know what I mean? And above that I presume that every face around me has changed, is deceiving me, is hiding something from me. Plus I feel afraid at times of nothing at all. Nothing, I know! I try to search for the answer as I lie on my bed. What am I afraid of? What is it? A power so strong? Or something I did that should not have been done? But nothing comes to my mind. I dont see the need to be afraid of anything at all. But still I am. My heart thumps hard, so hard that I feel as if it is still thumping even when it die's down. At night, in the drakness of my room, when nothing is around me it seems as if something is there. Tickling me, disturbing me, not letting me sleep. I dont know what to do! Will someone please take me out of this? Will someone help me? Someone, anyone? Just HELP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allrite...i swear i dont knwo what i have just written... i felt like writing it...it has no meaning...just a random thought in my mind of a poor lonely person...who probably feels rejected by the world...but the family...feels rejected by him/herself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-4073603632306867711?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/4073603632306867711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=4073603632306867711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/4073603632306867711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/4073603632306867711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-seems-amiss.html' title='Something seems amiss'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R-OuhSpyLHI/AAAAAAAAAEU/JuyYCuyuBgU/s72-c/cafe_amiss-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-7057820920658747443</id><published>2008-03-18T11:44:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T18:00:16.876+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>Its the craze of books...</title><content type='html'>allrite, its been the LONGEST time since I read good books ( the last i read was Geisha). Well actually since i came back from Canada i have read ONLY 2 books. can you imagine &lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt;. ONLY two. this is impossible. in Canada i used to read 1,2,3, even 4 books in one week, and here after 2 bloody years ONYL 2. so i finally gave up. I HAD to read books. my brain felt the loneliness on no long words, not searching teh dictionery to find the meaning of those hard words, no story, no sorrows, no happiness, no guilt. Nothing at all. so i have just finished reading 'A thousand Splendid Suns' and am reading 'Atonement' right now. 2 books in a week. Beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, behold the list of books i want to read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Insomniac, Gayle Greene's&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friend of the Devil, Peter Robinson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another Thing to Fall, Laura &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christine Falls, Benjamin Black &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the Woods, Tana French&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Reclaiming History by Vincent Bugliosi &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Who Is Conrad Hirst? by Kevin Wignall &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Yiddish Policeman's Union by Michael Chabon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Host by Stephenie Meyer &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Girl of His Dreams by Donna Leon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Piece of My Heart by Peter Robinson&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sex, Murder and a Double Latte&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Rebel: Jack Dann&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vampire, Interrupted &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pride &amp;amp; A Pregnancy Secret&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Undead Next Door&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shifter by Virginia Kantra &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How to Propose to a Prince by Kathryn Caskie &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dawn's Awakening [A Novel of the Feline Breeds] by Lora Leigh &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Chasing the Dime by Michael Connelly &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Queen's Fool by Philippa Gregory &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My Immortal Protector by Jen Holling &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hell on Earth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hitlers Pope&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No Country for old men&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Kite Runner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Other Boleyn Girl&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Running Man&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;World With Out End&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-7057820920658747443?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/7057820920658747443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=7057820920658747443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7057820920658747443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7057820920658747443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-craze-of-books.html' title='Its the craze of books...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-1587754913245885711</id><published>2008-03-17T07:13:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:59:36.671+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Book'/><title type='text'>A Thousand Splendid Suns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R99x-oh9wuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Bgr09VHaTgk/s1600-h/A_Thousand_Splendid_Suns.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178983417345065698" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 148px; height: 227px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R99x-oh9wuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Bgr09VHaTgk/s200/A_Thousand_Splendid_Suns.gif" width="140" border="0" height="218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 'A Thousand Splendid Suns'. One of the best books ever written. &lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;This guy 'Khaled Hosseini' has got a gift, a talent to tell stories like these and pull the heart strings at every single word. The style is so simple, so straight forward yet there is something about the words that slip down to your heart with ease. The horrors of the life of Mariam and Laila were not magnified at any point but still the pain, grievances, sadness was felt. There are times when you just want to reach out to Laila and Mariam and help them. The journey through which Laila and Mariam go through makes you feel like a part of them. The story slowly gains speed and emotional power. It is, overall, a story of haunting and heartbreaking times, untimely friendship, destroyed love and dreams. This one is not to be missed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-1587754913245885711?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/1587754913245885711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=1587754913245885711&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1587754913245885711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/1587754913245885711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/03/thousand-splendid-suns.html' title='A Thousand Splendid Suns'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R99x-oh9wuI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Bgr09VHaTgk/s72-c/A_Thousand_Splendid_Suns.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-8888096471245035816</id><published>2008-03-09T16:59:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:59:22.724+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>I the assassin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;As my feet placed themselves firmly on the ground, a weird feeling took birth inside me. what was it i didnt know, but i was sure that something bad and evil was on its way.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt; And yes I was right. I enetered the room and there it was on the bed. I hated it. I couldnt resist the tempation. I took cloth and *squish*. All its blood splattered on my face. It was gone..dead..over...finished from the face of earth! What a relief!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alrite ill get to the normal part. i was in my friends house, and it was a bed bug alright! i killed it, and since it wasnt in the cloth completly a few drops spattered on my face. Happy! Bye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-8888096471245035816?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/8888096471245035816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=8888096471245035816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/8888096471245035816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/8888096471245035816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-assassin.html' title='I the assassin'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-828750157606606543</id><published>2008-03-02T20:26:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:59:13.074+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>When anger comes out!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I made this drawing when I failed my driving exam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R8rW02MSB6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/_dkECYcSguk/s1600-h/scan0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173183325377005474" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R8rW02MSB6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/_dkECYcSguk/s320/scan0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-828750157606606543?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/828750157606606543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=828750157606606543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/828750157606606543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/828750157606606543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-anger-comes-out.html' title='When anger comes out!'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R8rW02MSB6I/AAAAAAAAADQ/_dkECYcSguk/s72-c/scan0002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-4722131735507600164</id><published>2008-03-02T00:21:00.007+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:58:42.433+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time Pass'/><title type='text'>Its tyme to stalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R8pDw2MSB5I/AAAAAAAAADI/3WgVxGRwVXw/s1600-h/stalking.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173021628448245650" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R8pDw2MSB5I/AAAAAAAAADI/3WgVxGRwVXw/s320/stalking.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my whole family went to Carrefour today (a shopping place kinda thing). Since my dad is travelling to Italy, he needed a new suitcase. Well by the time we reached that place it was time to pray and me mom and dad went to pray. So we had nothing to do...what did we do then? Guess! come on...we stalked.&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sis looked at this REALLY cute guy. Since we were just totally bored..we stalked that cute handsome guy around the shop. I guess he kind of realized that we were staling him. But who cares he was cute.&lt;br /&gt;And then...everything shattered. i went to get chocolates with my sis and by the time we returned, he was gone! Oh how the destiny plays games with us. if he could have stayed onyl a bit longer. i wasnt gonna see him ever again. just a sad little, bogus, crazy life of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so heres are list of things to keep in mid when stalking a cute guy:&lt;br /&gt;1] make SURE you dont miss him. you might never see him again&lt;br /&gt;2] make SURE he doesnt notice the fact that you are stalking him&lt;br /&gt;3] if he notices that your stalking him then make him feel SPECIAL...dont show ur stalking him&lt;br /&gt;4] one VERY VERY important thing... DONOT, i repeat DONOT try to take his pictures!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-4722131735507600164?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/4722131735507600164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=4722131735507600164&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/4722131735507600164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/4722131735507600164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-tyme-to-stalk.html' title='Its tyme to stalk'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R8pDw2MSB5I/AAAAAAAAADI/3WgVxGRwVXw/s72-c/stalking.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-7016540063017880024</id><published>2008-02-29T20:26:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:58:21.971+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>So i failed :(</title><content type='html'>Alrite...so as you guys know i had a drving test. guess what happened? I FAILED! damn. i cried like hell after that. i couldnt belive it. she failed me for now reason whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously the things she marked on my paper. cant believe it. RIGHT TURN WORNG. NOT CHECKING THE MIRROR. NO SHOULDER CHECK. NOT MAINTAINING SAFE DISTANCE (though u could fit a whole car in there easily).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude. that was crazy. plus she just WOULDNT move her feet from the break. its like they were stuck to each other with glue. got damn her! i could have passed EASILY! i hate her..i hate her...i hate her. thats it.bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-7016540063017880024?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/7016540063017880024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=7016540063017880024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7016540063017880024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7016540063017880024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/02/so-i-failed.html' title='So i failed :('/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-7956143047142446813</id><published>2008-02-27T15:31:00.004+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:58:11.859+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Art'/><title type='text'>My first ever total art!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get ready to witness the best of the best art!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R8VLZvqXDmI/AAAAAAAAACI/9q8iOGkLReU/s1600-h/n516332751_318123_2463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171622652767833698" style="" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R8VLZvqXDmI/AAAAAAAAACI/9q8iOGkLReU/s400/n516332751_318123_2463.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-7956143047142446813?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/7956143047142446813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=7956143047142446813&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7956143047142446813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7956143047142446813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-first-ever-total-art.html' title='My first ever total art!'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/R8VLZvqXDmI/AAAAAAAAACI/9q8iOGkLReU/s72-c/n516332751_318123_2463.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-8146631827684954958</id><published>2008-02-05T15:31:00.005+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:57:45.798+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>long long time...</title><content type='html'>ok so it has been 171 Days since i have written a blog....what did i do all this time....no idea whatsoever! just lived on life. what will i do now...no idea whatsoever! will live life...and you have to listen to my blabbering...allrite so here it goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so i stopped writing coz of the heavy college burden. well im finally done...i actually restared again...&lt;br /&gt;so what am i upto rite now....nuthin much...well what do u expect me to do? nuthin rite! so im doin nuthin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually i did do sumthin. i started my driving classes (have final road test 2morrow). and i became a crazy fan of emoish...sad...depressed....life hating stuff. Kewl eh! Aint dat what lifes all about????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND...i joined da Jal forums (www.jal theband.com: DO JOIN). wow its soooooooo rocking....luv it just like crazy....all da stuff we do on it...just luve it...and you knwo what else i love...coming up here and just poring my heart out....these are the best things to do in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how would you know if u havent tried it yet....ok so i cant seem to think of nething else rite now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh..wait...did anyone see the oscars?? Johnny Depp looked cuteeeeee. Woweee...hes one hell of a hottie...luv dat dude...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i think ill take a leave now. Ciao...tata...see you l8erz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-8146631827684954958?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/8146631827684954958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=8146631827684954958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/8146631827684954958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/8146631827684954958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2008/02/long-long-time.html' title='long long time...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-7158691775123720449</id><published>2007-09-09T10:34:00.003+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:57:07.648+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>And the days went by...</title><content type='html'>Holla people...wassup? howz liyfe goin? so i can finally post stuff...and i can finally go on orkut...its not banned in my uni...so utilising my time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you must be wondering what i am goin to write...the title seems to be sophisticated: aint it! well since you can see in my other posts....i dont write serious stuff...i like to go the easy way... just blurting stuff out...and i swear i gotta stop with these dots i keep making. Seems like a habit now. so if someone writes to you and you see gazzillions of dots out there...then its ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. so the first VERY VERY VERY important thing...&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM A GIRL! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is for all those bimboos who consider me to be a boy...(you know who you are)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's that. Moving on... guess what happened on my birthday. Can't? even i couldnt have. My moms best friend died. Yeah. So we didnt even go out that day. But then its fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So days went by and we finally decided to go to pakistan...and thats why the delay in blogs. It was amazing. It rained all day and night and then there was no light day and night and we didnt sleep day and night and i couldnt eat anything from outside. Amzaing aint it... yeah i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so well....i drove on the wild streets of karachi....in seas and rivers,on mountains and hilltops,in holes and on different sidez humps...so practically i can drive on any type of road now...one advantage of practicing in karachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh...guess what happened....while i was driving my mamo's (moms brother) car i hit something solid and metal...i picked it up and it was damn heavy and when i saw what it actually was...i almost fainted. it was a freakin pistol...i asked my mamo why he had it...he said that he already ha a license for it...and he had one pistol at home and one in his car and he was goin to buy a rifle...and he has about 200 cartridges...man thats crazy...i wish we could keep guns...though my hand would break if i would try to fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND AND AND i bought the three most important things i even wanted...&lt;br /&gt;1)Harry potter and the deathly hallows book&lt;br /&gt;2)PS2&lt;br /&gt;3)Quidditch through the ages and Fanstastic beast and where to find them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my harry potter book collection is complete....wow amazing...yea no...or what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the first PS game i got was: HARRY POTTER.....yes yes yes....who rocks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am i blabbing too much....i guess i am...i kbow its an abrupt end to a blog...but come one i aint a perfect writer...i am famous for doing abrupt stuff....so see ya...CHAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW for all you Harry Potter fans...i will soon be posting some new facts about HP...like missing questions just in case you havent read JK's interviews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya...and CHAO AGAIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-7158691775123720449?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/7158691775123720449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=7158691775123720449&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7158691775123720449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/7158691775123720449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2007/09/and-days-went-by.html' title='And the days went by...'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-6292165272160425765</id><published>2007-07-09T17:04:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:56:50.291+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>IT'S MY BDAY!</title><content type='html'>Wohooooo...its my bday...its my bday....its my bday....okay i know you all get the point but whats the harm. Im sure i have the right to be happy in one out of the 365 days. So my bday present from my dad and mom is..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A CAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes...im gettin the license and along with that comes a car....which one i dont know yet...but its will be a four wheeler probably (im short so i need cars with high seats)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing i am happy about is that Taj Mahal made it to the new seven wonders. AMAZING! I was sitting and praying for it to become the wonder again. And didnt bipasha look ravishing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO my plans for the holiday...i know its late..but my stupid internet wouldn't let me log into blogger....so i have been trying all along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the plans. I have a list...and here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1] Get a license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2] Finish my story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3] Re decorate my room (we had painting and shit and i am getting a complete new furniture set so have to do everything again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4] Register for my next semester in uni (barely passed in this one stupid subject)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5] Read some books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6] Try and go to pakistan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7] Teach my sister math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now....dont know about anything else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh...i FINALLY saw Pirates 2...i know its late but studies are more important...what a film...loved it....especially da part when Elizabeth and Jack make out...have been DYING to watch it....they look awesome together.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh...i am gonna go watch harry potter....*claps*....have been waiting for the longest time....cant wait to see it...but it releases on the 19th here...so have to wait a few extra days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh...on my dad's side we finally reached 100 in member count...my cousin gave birth to girl...so now we are 100....and probably till august we will be 103...(1 marriage and 2 kids)...nice eh! whos got a family that big? imagine all of them living as a joint family...what a chaos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so im gonna sign off before the stupid internet crashes down...Ciao...See Ya....and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WISH ME HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-6292165272160425765?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/6292165272160425765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=6292165272160425765&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/6292165272160425765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/6292165272160425765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2007/07/wohooooo.html' title='IT&apos;S MY BDAY!'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-3456097552783435549</id><published>2007-06-13T13:44:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:57:09.322+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horrible'/><title type='text'>Why does it happen to me?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/Rm_GaolotBI/AAAAAAAAABs/Zaa1VRgl7NE/s1600-h/Why__by_Gondoliera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075493465944011794" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 226px; height: 138px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/Rm_GaolotBI/AAAAAAAAABs/Zaa1VRgl7NE/s320/Why__by_Gondoliera.jpg" width="256" border="0" height="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As it seems to have turned out, God doesn't want to see me blissful and excited. Why? Here it goes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, my freakin stupid driver said his car has broken down and he can't come. Wohoo! 4 days before exams his car breaks down. And then i had to come to my university in a cab, which was a total nuisance. So after about two hours of soaking in the damn heat i rached the university. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon it ws time to attend my Programming class. I thought i would give this class my full concentration. Alas! I could not do it. Two very main reasons:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1]Hershey (the king of kings) didnot let me concentrate. Its his story. I couldn't get over the story. I HAD to read it! (Hershey if i get less marks, you're gone)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2]The class itself. It was a drudging class. I wanted to kill myself. It felt as though the fire stones of hell are falling on my brain and at the same time the devil is billowing at me. It was horribly horrible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then it was the Mechanics of Flight class. Well i knew he wasnt going to teach anything but i still went. Good that i went. well it was also bad that i went. i god my test marks. had an 80% in it...i was expecting much more! Although 80% is not that bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God my driver came in the evening. He had a Nissan Sunny...atleast its better than his old car. In his car, the AC refuses to work, the car refuses to take in petrol and the radio refuses to play FM channels. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So when i reached home, my pa gave me da biggest shock ever. Do you guys know who Roop Kumar Rathod is? No. He is an indian singer. Amazing singer. love his voice. His songs are so beutiful, soothing, harmonious etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My pa was calling me and by mistake he dialled Hum FM (FM music channel) number. Since my name and the channels name are stored above and below each other, he thought he was dialling me and he dialled the other ways. Roop Kumar is going to be here was a musical night with his wife. It's going to happen on the 16th. So by mistake pa won 4 tickets for the show. But unfortunately, i have an exam on the 17th! *Argh*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok so i cant go. my ma and pa are going with there two friends. my sister will be at Sahara Center(a mall) watching 'Jhoom Barabar Jhoom', and ill be at home studying! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Above that i cant even watch IIFA Awards. Man everything seems to happen in the week when i have exams. Sometimes i wish the world would end at the moment...and i am wishing that now!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-3456097552783435549?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/3456097552783435549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=3456097552783435549&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/3456097552783435549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/3456097552783435549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2007/06/why-does-it-happen-to-me.html' title='Why does it happen to me?!?'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/Rm_GaolotBI/AAAAAAAAABs/Zaa1VRgl7NE/s72-c/Why__by_Gondoliera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-5483696973837316046</id><published>2007-06-11T14:54:00.006+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:56:37.932+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Latest'/><title type='text'>Latesht</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vindia.com/images/s_latesht.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 215px; height: 115px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://www.vindia.com/images/s_latesht.jpg" border="0" height="152" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ok yes I copied the title from a Channel [V] program, but I like it. It sounds cool. Since I have nothing to write that might be of interest, I will just write about stuff that I saw or heard during this da boring,nerve racking, brain boggling weekend.... Ok so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tulsi is dead&lt;/strong&gt;....YES! YES! YES!....think again...come on guys this is a K serial. can tulsi die? puhlease! if baa is alive how can tulsi possibly die?? Yea she is coming back. she got a transplant and is on her way back to the serial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, for how long have you been waching KSBKBT??? feels like an eternity, right? think on this one again too. Dude it's only 7 years. yes only seven years. KSBKBT is turning 7 very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocean's Thirteen is finally out! It banked $37.1 million. Nice debut eh! I havent seen oceans twelve as yet....but will surely do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakistans budget is finally out. Yup! I'm not a news person, but no harm caused. Dont know the figure except that they increased the the price of sugar to 25 rps/kg. Well the expected bidget for this FY year 07-08 is RS 2 Trillion....Ok just looked thorugh and the budget is RS 1.588 Trillion ($26.37 Billion)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My family count on the paternal side has FINALLY reached 100. It was 99 until 2 days ago when we found out that my cousin has given birth to a daughter. WOHOOO!!! Century! Just a note here....100 only including my first cousin's, havent gone further.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cyclone Gonu has died down! Thank God! But has killed a lot as usual! It was the strongest since 1977 to hit the Gulf State. Well atleast it did one good thing. It reduce the temperature in UAE for about 2 days. But it is back to burning hot now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And finally....what's up with banning orkut? why do they have problems? they are the onces spreading more problems. Ban other sites. do they think people will stop. They have other sites. God knows when these people will get brains?!? Lets hope it is soon enough!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And before i sign off...i know a lot of you ahve already finished ur schools/unis..im still stuck...so if you are a book freak...get a hold of these books and start reading!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Bad Heir Day by Wendy Holden&lt;br /&gt;Bridget Jones's Diary by Helen Fielding&lt;br /&gt;Chocolat by Joanne Harris&lt;br /&gt;Chosen Prey by John Sandford&lt;br /&gt;Cold Paradise&lt;br /&gt;by Stuart Woods&lt;br /&gt;A Common Life: The Wedding Story by Jan Karon&lt;br /&gt;Crazy in&lt;br /&gt;the Cockpit: A Woman Pilot's Adventures in the Air by Randy Blume&lt;br /&gt;A Day Late&lt;br /&gt;and a Dollar Short by Terry McMillan&lt;br /&gt;The Florabama Ladies' Auxiliary and&lt;br /&gt;Sewing Circle by Lois Battle&lt;br /&gt;Hearts of Soldiers by Joan Vannorsdall&lt;br /&gt;Schroeder&lt;br /&gt;High Maintenance by Jennifer Belle&lt;br /&gt;In Our Nature: Stories of&lt;br /&gt;Wilderness by Donna Seaman&lt;br /&gt;Keys to the City by Joel Kostman&lt;br /&gt;Le Mariage&lt;br /&gt;by Diane Johnson&lt;br /&gt;Priestess of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley&lt;br /&gt;The River&lt;br /&gt;Kin gby Alice Hoffman&lt;br /&gt;Stardog by Jack Driscoll&lt;br /&gt;Thirty Nothing by Lisa&lt;br /&gt;Jewell&lt;br /&gt;Travels with Myself and Another by Martha Gellhorn&lt;br /&gt;With a Hammer&lt;br /&gt;for My Heart by George Ella Lyon &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;ok dats about it....see ya soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-5483696973837316046?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/5483696973837316046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=5483696973837316046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/5483696973837316046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/5483696973837316046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2007/06/latesht.html' title='Latesht'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-8280064943730303381</id><published>2007-06-07T14:56:00.001+04:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T17:57:50.726+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>11 Things People Don’t Know About Me</title><content type='html'>Here's a list of 11 things dat you could never know about me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an imaginary friend called ‘Chiggi’&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am destructive by nature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am emotional by nature&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I once shaved my eyebrow&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I wish I was a boy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I would marry my cousin if he was at least 12 years older than he is now (1 year old at the moment, will turn 2 in August)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love hurting one of my cousins because I totally hate her&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate new born babies. They look alienated to me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My best friend at the age of 3 was a cow.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My biggest dream is to make the world’s fastest and most advanced plane.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am afraid of butterflies.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-8280064943730303381?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/8280064943730303381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=8280064943730303381&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/8280064943730303381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/8280064943730303381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2007/06/11-things-people-dont-know-about-me.html' title='11 Things People Don’t Know About Me'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6648432589258912549.post-3846436364483783598</id><published>2007-06-06T11:43:00.002+04:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T17:56:06.038+04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ramble'/><title type='text'>Time: An Infinite Element</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/RmaASYlos-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/cXHs3CSOKL4/s1600-h/Can_t_turn_back_time_by_shimoda7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072883083605750754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/RmaASYlos-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/cXHs3CSOKL4/s320/Can_t_turn_back_time_by_shimoda7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is how the story goes ,in and out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One minute u're there, the next time runs out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its a figure of speech as a matter of fact&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did u ever really think about the time you had&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its the grain that falls, every second that crawls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the minute to the hour till infinity recalls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its a barricade of twigs thats really never there&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did u ever really think that time even cares&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Just the other day I was listening to the song 'Waqt' by Entity Paradigm (EP).Overwhelming song. Stupendous lyrics. And i sat there thinking 'What is the meaning of time?'. My mom goes for Qur'an classes. She learns the meaning of Qur'an. In that too, time seems to come up quiet often. So what is the use of time in our lifes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is always passing by. The clock is ticking. The numbers change on our watches. The world rotates-a day, a week, a month, a year. And in the midst of all that we loose the meaning of time in our life. We do everything in whirl. But as the song says: &lt;strong&gt;"Did u ever really think that time even cares?".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it doesn't. If time did care about what was going on, wouldn't we all be happy? Everyone might have different perceptions of time. For me it is like wine- the longer you wait for some things, the better it will be. Looking at everyday situations of life, we finish our homework early to chit chat with friends. We want to finish college/university early. We want to get promotions as soon as possible and for that we are ready to step over others. But does it help you in any way. You can finish your homework early but do you get the concept? You can finish your college/university early but you might just overburden yourself. When we do these silly things repeatedly we loose the meat-and-potatoes of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All these situations can be solved if we take things more seriously and take our own sweet time in doing our stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wine gets better over time, and so will our lifes. The only thing we need to do is use time as it is supposed to be. Time is to be respected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"He who controls the present, controls the past. He who controls the past, controls the future." - -- George Orwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6648432589258912549-3846436364483783598?l=paranoidentity.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/feeds/3846436364483783598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6648432589258912549&amp;postID=3846436364483783598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/3846436364483783598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6648432589258912549/posts/default/3846436364483783598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paranoidentity.blogspot.com/2007/06/time-infinite-element.html' title='Time: An Infinite Element'/><author><name>Emoxaph</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/SApPWf_NNXI/AAAAAAAAAGs/8s5Udzks4UA/S220/FB-kyo_work.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gqkeGz6UESM/RmaASYlos-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/cXHs3CSOKL4/s72-c/Can_t_turn_back_time_by_shimoda7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
