<?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-8103088</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:52:42.311+05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eternal Part of Me</title><subtitle type='html'>leading you down into my core where i've become so numb....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8103088/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930003897597193227</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>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8103088.post-112882227835142368</id><published>2005-10-09T06:28:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T06:44:38.370+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>I said to my friend,&lt;br /&gt;       "See her leaning over his arm?&lt;br /&gt;        Yesterday she leaned over my arm."&lt;br /&gt;And he said:&lt;br /&gt;       "Tomorrow she will lean over mine."&lt;br /&gt;And i said:&lt;br /&gt;       "See her sitting at his side;&lt;br /&gt;        And yesterday she sat at my side."&lt;br /&gt;And he said:&lt;br /&gt;       "Tomorrow she will sit at mine."&lt;br /&gt;And i said:&lt;br /&gt;       "Dont you see her drinking from his cup?&lt;br /&gt;        And yesterday she sipped from mine."&lt;br /&gt;And he said:&lt;br /&gt;       "Tomorrow she will drink from mine."&lt;br /&gt;And i said:&lt;br /&gt;       "Look how she glances at him with eyes full of love!&lt;br /&gt;        And with just such love, yesterday she glanced at me."&lt;br /&gt;And he said:&lt;br /&gt;       "Tomorrow she will glance at me likewise."&lt;br /&gt;And i said:&lt;br /&gt;       "Listen to her whispering songs of love in his ears.&lt;br /&gt;        And yesterday she whisperred the same songs in mine."&lt;br /&gt;And he said:&lt;br /&gt;       "Tomorrow she will whisper them in mine."&lt;br /&gt;And i said:&lt;br /&gt;       "Look at her embracing him; and yesterday she embraced me."&lt;br /&gt;And he said:&lt;br /&gt;       "Tomorrow she will lie in my arms."&lt;br /&gt;And i said,&lt;br /&gt;       "What a strange woman she is!"&lt;br /&gt;And he said:&lt;br /&gt;       "She is Life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                              By Khalil Jibran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8103088-112882227835142368?l=omen0fdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/112882227835142368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8103088&amp;postID=112882227835142368' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8103088/posts/default/112882227835142368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8103088/posts/default/112882227835142368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/2005/10/yesterday-today-and-tomorrow.html' title='Yesterday, Today, and Tomorrow'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930003897597193227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8103088.post-111229782829265339</id><published>2005-04-01T00:30:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T00:37:08.293+05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Everyday, so many things remind me of you. I just wanted you to know how often i think of you and how very much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;                    I believe in you,&lt;br /&gt;                  I believe in our love,&lt;br /&gt;                I believe in our tomorrow.....&lt;br /&gt;                    I believe in us.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Happy three year anniversary my love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8103088-111229782829265339?l=omen0fdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/111229782829265339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8103088&amp;postID=111229782829265339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8103088/posts/default/111229782829265339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8103088/posts/default/111229782829265339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/2005/04/everyday-so-many-things-remind-me-of.html' title=''/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930003897597193227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8103088.post-110948239112822943</id><published>2005-02-27T09:56:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T10:33:11.130+05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pity the Nation</title><content type='html'>My friends and road fellows,&lt;br /&gt;Pity the nation that is full of beliefs&lt;br /&gt;And empty of religion.&lt;br /&gt;Pity the nation that wears a cloth it does not weave,&lt;br /&gt;Eats bread it does not harvest,&lt;br /&gt;And drinks a wine that flows&lt;br /&gt;Not from its own winepress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity the nation that acclaims the buly as hero,&lt;br /&gt;And that deems the glittering conqueror bountiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity the nation that despises a passion in its dream,&lt;br /&gt;yet submits in its awakening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity the nation that raises not its voice&lt;br /&gt;Save when it walks in a funeral,&lt;br /&gt;Boasts not except among it ruins&lt;br /&gt;And will rebel not save when its neck is laid&lt;br /&gt;Between the sword and the block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity the nation whose statesman is a fox,&lt;br /&gt;Whose philosopher is juggler,&lt;br /&gt;And whose art is the art of patching and mimicking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity the nation thet welcomes&lt;br /&gt;Its new ruler with trumpetings&lt;br /&gt;And farewells him with hooting,&lt;br /&gt;Only to welcome another with trumpetings again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity the nation whose sages are dumb with years&lt;br /&gt;And whose strong men are yet in the cradle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pity the nation divided into fragments,&lt;br /&gt;Each fragment deeming itself a nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             -Khalil Jibran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8103088-110948239112822943?l=omen0fdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/110948239112822943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8103088&amp;postID=110948239112822943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8103088/posts/default/110948239112822943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8103088/posts/default/110948239112822943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/2005/02/pity-nation_27.html' title='Pity the Nation'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930003897597193227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8103088.post-110822702095709737</id><published>2005-02-12T21:29:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T21:50:20.973+05:00</updated><title type='text'>totally freaked out!</title><content type='html'>i got it from Shemrez's blog:D i think its fun!:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of things passed on from many bloggers. Copy it and put the things you've done in bold and add another thing at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Bought everyone in the pub a drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. Said 'I love you' and meant it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Done a striptease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Stayed up all night long, and watched the sunrise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Changed a baby's diaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28. Had a food fight (food be much delicious and powerful commodity to waste)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30. Taken a sick day when you're not ill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Asked out a stranger (ok, an acquaintance, but for all intents and purposes, a stranger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Had a snowball fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Photocopied your bottom on the office photocopier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Enacted a favorite fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Taken a midnight skinny dip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Taken an ice cold bath/shower&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Had a meaningful conversation with a beggar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Seen a total eclipse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;43. Fit three weeks miraculously into three days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;44. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Visited the birthplace of your ancestors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Loved your job for all accounts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. Taken care of someone who was shit faced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. Had enough money to be truly satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;53. Had amazing friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. Stolen a sign&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. Lied to foreign government's official in that country to avoid notice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. Sky diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;64. Been heartbroken longer then you were actually in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger's table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. Bench-pressed your own weight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Alphabetized your records&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;72. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Posed nude in front of strangers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Got it on to "Let's Get It On" by Marvin Gaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;77. Played in the mud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;78. Played in the rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;79. Gone to a drive-in theatre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. Done something you should regret, but don't regret it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;82. Discovered that someone who's not supposed to know about your blog has discovered your blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Dropped Windows in favor of something better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. Started a business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;85. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. Toured ancient sites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. Sword fought for the honor of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Played D&amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;92. Crashed a party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. Loved someone you shouldn't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. Kissed someone so passionately it made them dizzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Had sex at the office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;97 Lied&lt;/strong&gt;97. (the real 97) Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Made cookies from scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;101. Gotten a tattoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;102. Found that the texture of some materials can turn you on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;103. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;104. Been on television news programs as an "expert"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;105. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;107. Got so drunk you don't remember anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;108. Been addicted to some form of illegal drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;109. Performed on stage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;110. Been to Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Recorded music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;112. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;113. Had a one-night-stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;115. Seen Moulin Rouge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;116. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;117. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;118. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;120. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;121. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;122. Gotten into a fight while attempting to defend someone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123. Bounced a check&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;124. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125. Read - and understood - your credit report&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;126. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;127. Recently bought and played with a favorite childhood toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;129. Created and named your own constellation of stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;130. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. Found out something significant that your ancestors did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;132. Called or written your Congressperson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;133. Packed up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;134. ...more than once?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;135. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;136. Sang loudly in the car, and didn't stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;137. Had an abortion, or your female partner did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;138. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;139. Survived an accident that you shouldn't have survived&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;140. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;141. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;142. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;143. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;144. Petted a stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;145. Broken someone's heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;146. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. Been fired or laid off from a job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;148. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;149. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;150. Killed a human being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;151. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;152. Ridden a motorcycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;153. Driven any land vehicle at a speed of 100mph or faster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;154. Had a body part of yours below the neck pierced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;155. Fired a rifle, shotgun or pistol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;156. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;157. Ridden a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;158. Had major surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;159. Had sex on a moving train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;160. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;161. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;162. Slept through an entire flight: take, landing, during&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;163. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;164. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;165. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;166. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;167. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;168. Fallen in love at an ancient Mayan burial ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;170. Eaten sushi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;171. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;172. Had 2 (or more) healthy romantic relationships for over a year in your lifetime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;173. Changed someone's mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;174. Gotten someone fired for his or her actions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;175. Gone back to school (ok, yeah if visiting counts...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;176. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;177. Changed your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;178. Petted a cockroach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;179. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;180. Read The Iliad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;181. Selected one "important" author whom you missed in school, and read him/ her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;182. Dined in a restaurant and stolen silverware, plates, cups because your apartment needed them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;183. ...and gotten 86'ed from the restaurant because you did it so many times, they figured out it was you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;184. Taught yourself an art from scratch (tried to anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;185. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;186. Apologized to someone years after inflicting the hurt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;187. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;188. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;189. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;190. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;191. Thought to yourself that you're living your dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;192. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;193. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;194. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn't know you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;195. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;196. Dyed your hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;197: Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;198: Found out someone was going to dump you via LiveJournal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;199: Written your own role playing game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;200: Lost your Best Friend for reasons of death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;201: Fallen in love over the internet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;202: Sung in a Barbers' Shop Quartet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;203: Eaten a live animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;204: Been able to communicate in a language you barely learnt barely three days earlier. (twaday kinnay bacchay hain? :D :D) (ok, not been able to communicate well, but communicate nonetheless!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;205: Memorized words from all Disney movies like Aladdin, Lionking etc; furthmore, dialogues from Friends, Smallville and Star Trek (main bohat faarigh hoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;206: Be able to relate to every song that you ever listen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;207.Thrown a surprise birthday party.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8103088-110822702095709737?l=omen0fdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/110822702095709737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8103088&amp;postID=110822702095709737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8103088/posts/default/110822702095709737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8103088/posts/default/110822702095709737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/2005/02/totally-freaked-out.html' title='totally freaked out!'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930003897597193227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8103088.post-110409540067648737</id><published>2004-12-27T01:37:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T02:20:11.743+05:00</updated><title type='text'>a series of unfortunate events</title><content type='html'>   I've been thinking about it for quite a few days that this year has been a series of unfortunate events for me.Everything i not wanted to happen has happened.From being hospitalized to getting my name in the college struck off list.I  am cursed. I've also realized that i am condemned to bad luck....whereever i go its always there for me and now i've given up....im a slave to it. And am learning to get along with it by not complaining to God about it.God has chosen it for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I cant change things...and even if i try i know thay wont.I've tried alot to chnage things, to change people but i've ended up realizing the fact that in doing all thins im changing myself. Now i feel that it's all been like banging my head against the wall trying to break the wall but the wall is  totally uneffected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I used to cry so much and it helped in way but then i was sick of crying for things, for people, for love and i asked God not to  make me cry ever again no matter wat and how i regret it now! I want to cry...once....just once....i want to cry so hard to get it all out of me...i try so hard but nothin can make me cry now....i just watch and i just bear and i just vent it all on myself but i neva cry now....its been ages since i've cried....i wish i cud cry...*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I feel totally out of control...i feel as if some unseen power is controlling me and everything is beyond my control.That power has taken over me and now i have to act according to it....i dunno wat has happened to me...i feel so frustrated that sometimes i think maybe killing myself wont hurt as much as this frustration is hurting me....I feel like that unseen power is punishing me for something and i let it punish me cuz somewhere inside i WANT to get punished...i dunno for wat....but i want to...maybe i need it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I cant find any purpose to live.What am i here for?What is this world? What does it want from me? WHAT? WHY? WHERE? HOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   People say that am insane.They say i need to see a shrink.They say my complains are unreasonable, They say am absurd.Why dont they understand that their words dont mean a fuckin thing to me!.....or....maybe somewhere deep inside me it does really mean something to me.....*exasperated* Why dont they understand that all i need is love....its the only thing to break that curse spell that has been cast on me for ages....just love....love...pure love....thats the only hope am living for...&lt;br /&gt; Maybe ur just another addition to my haterz list...but these words mean ALOT to me....or maybe they will....sometime....for someone somwehere....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8103088-110409540067648737?l=omen0fdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8103088.post-110344544912198609</id><published>2004-12-19T13:34:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T13:37:29.123+05:00</updated><title type='text'>:/</title><content type='html'>i feel hadicapped when i dont have any credit  in my cell:/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8103088-110344544912198609?l=omen0fdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/110344544912198609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8103088&amp;postID=110344544912198609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;the old familiar sting&lt;br /&gt;try to kill it all away&lt;br /&gt;but I remember everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have I become?&lt;br /&gt;my sweetest friend&lt;br /&gt;everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;goes away in the end&lt;br /&gt;you could have it all&lt;br /&gt;my empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear this crown of shit &lt;br /&gt;upon my liar's chair&lt;br /&gt;full of broken thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I cannot repair&lt;br /&gt;beneath the stains of time&lt;br /&gt;the feeling disappear&lt;br /&gt;you are someone else&lt;br /&gt;I am still right here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what have I become?&lt;br /&gt;my sweetest friend&lt;br /&gt;everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;goes away in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you could have it all&lt;br /&gt;my empire of dirt&lt;br /&gt;I will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I will make you hurt&lt;br /&gt;if I could start again&lt;br /&gt;a million miles away&lt;br /&gt;I would keep myself&lt;br /&gt;I would find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8103088-110280172170598368?l=omen0fdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/110280172170598368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8103088&amp;postID=110280172170598368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8103088/posts/default/110280172170598368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8103088/posts/default/110280172170598368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/2004/12/hurt.html' title='hurt'/><author><name>.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17930003897597193227</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8103088.post-110063876416063564</id><published>2004-11-17T01:57:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T02:03:34.746+05:00</updated><title type='text'>listening to:harder to breath by Maroon 5</title><content type='html'>u know therez just one thing in this whole damned world am &lt;strong&gt;"perfect"&lt;/strong&gt; at,.....and that is "&lt;strong&gt;WASTING TIME&lt;/strong&gt;"! i dunno sometimes i totally slack off! i literally drag myself around all day....i hate to get out of bed....i hate it when someone calls me.....i even hate to get out of bed to eat.....i hate when my frend tell me abt the upcoming tests at college.....i even hate going for shopping! i dunno wat the fuck has happened to me and no doc can figure it out! shrinks are out of question.....lol.....neva mind. These days all i feel like doing is taking a sleeping pill (which i bet are not gonna effect anymore) and sleep in my bed like a baby for daysssssss with no one to banging my door and no fone calls to disturb me.......&lt;br /&gt;"help me God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8103088-110063876416063564?l=omen0fdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/110063876416063564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8103088&amp;postID=110063876416063564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8103088/posts/default/110063876416063564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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loved this piece of writting from his book:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"It's not necessary that your smiles represent your happiness all the time, its not necessary that your tears represent your dejection all the time but much precious are the tears that can stand for your happiness and priceless are the smiles that can hide your tears."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh...btw i forgot to mention the name of the book...its "Shouting Whispers".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8103088-109930231080638997?l=omen0fdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/109930231080638997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>"As children bring their broken toys with tears for us to mend, I took my broken&lt;br /&gt;dreams to God because he was my friend.&lt;br /&gt;But instead of leaving him in peace to work alone, I hung around and tried to&lt;br /&gt;help in ways that were my own.&lt;br /&gt;At last I snatched them back and cried, “How can you be so slow?”"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this on a site and i liked it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8103088-109836054543931297?l=omen0fdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/109836054543931297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8103088&amp;postID=109836054543931297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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victims.Her rainments are white days,lined with darkness of night.She takes the human heart to lover,but denies herself in marriage......Life is an enchantress who seduces ud with her beauty-But he who knows her wiles will flee her enchantments."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Khalil Jibran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8103088-109381050403927074?l=omen0fdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://omen0fdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/109381050403927074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8103088&amp;postID=109381050403927074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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