<?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-17951617</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:46:23.310+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fluffy Feelings</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></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-17951617.post-8720049338746529892</id><published>2009-05-10T14:24:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-10T14:42:21.365+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You, You and You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You talk about your ex and your bf at the same time. You stop doing that. It annoys me. Alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You there, stop bitching about your 9 to 5 job. You are at a better place with lots of chicks around. And you get paid well. So stfu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't even care to say Hi.  You got some AtTiTuDe problem huh? You know what? Drop your clothes and fucking wear your AtTiTude only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are so retarded. First you send me lovey dovey txts, and then you say "oh we are just friends".  Don't fucking play with my mind. You are just a friend to me. Don't expect me to hold your hand or kiss you on your neck. I will fucking break your neck if you go around telling people that I'm your bf.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You bastard. I trusted you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You confuse me. Because of you, I'm confused. Confusion is because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are so shameless. How many fucking times do I have to tell you that we are just friends? But no, all the time, you are all over me. It fucking annoys me. Back off!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are a sadist. I thought you were a good person. But fuck, even you are just like the others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You there, I fucking trusted you. And you fucked up my case, totally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You make me feel like shit. You talk and act like as if you are a grown up woman. But no! Wait! Whooosh! Reality check! You are just another typical loose retarded egoistic teenager with no sense of purpose. Stop fucking with my mind. Stop punishing me for all the wrong things. I fucking don't deserve this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And You! Yes You! You there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please come back. I miss you.&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/17951617-8720049338746529892?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8720049338746529892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=8720049338746529892&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/8720049338746529892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/8720049338746529892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-you-and-you.html' title='You, You and You.'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-4344665857390251310</id><published>2009-02-02T16:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-02T16:30:27.918+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A B C Death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Yesterday, I did something for the first time. I really dont know if its a good thing or not. But all I know is, whatever I did, I'll remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;I had my Management Aptitude Test yesterday. Sucked. Woke up early. The centre was way too far. I thought so. But it was just a 30 min ride in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.shunya.net/Pictures/NorthIndia/Ayodhya/Tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;(not the same, it was green and without the jingle bell school thingy). To reach the centre, I had to change two autos. So the whole route was like A to B to C. C being the centre. I reached the centre at around 9:30. Exam commenced at 10. Ended at around 12:30.  I would've reached home at around 1. But I didn't. Reached at around 3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;For 2hours and 30minutes, I was going from C to B to A to B to C. For some unknown reason, I didn't want to go home, I didn't want to go to a friend's place, I just wanted to stay in the auto and stare out of the window. It felt empty. It felt safe. It didn't feel good at all. Felt bad? Not really. Depressing? Sort of. But it felt safe. The feeling of being in solitude even when everyone is around, one of a kind feeling. Most of the time, the auto was jampacked. Women, men, kids. All of em. But I was just so oblivious to everything and everyone. I was lost in my own world. I could only hear my thoughts and questions, thats it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Where do we go when we die?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"What is afterlife like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"What if I stick my head out of this window for a while?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"What if I jump out of this auto? On this busy road?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Why do I feel empty all the time?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"What is my purpose?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Why do I feel like I'm the most hated person?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;"Why am I not going home?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;And of course, I was trying to answer these questions, but in vain. For the first time, I truly felt what is it like to lead a life without any purpose. And it felt strange. Mystical actually. I've always wondered about death. It intrigues me. And yesterday, somehow, I felt like I was real real close to it. All this time, I felt my life had no purpose, I had no one to think about, no one to go to, no one to care for, nowhere to go.  Why was I alive? I could hear a whisper at the back of my mind, "Go, discover afterlife." It was strange. It was empty. Void. But it felt safe. I dont know why, but it did. I didnt want to go home or anywhere else. In solitude I found "home". A safe haven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Supressed screams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Silent claustrophobia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;Look me in the eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I'm your end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;“Whosoever is delighted in solitude is either a wild beast or a god”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt; - Francis Bacon, Sr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/17951617-4344665857390251310?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4344665857390251310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=4344665857390251310&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/4344665857390251310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/4344665857390251310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/02/b-c-death.html' title='A B C Death.'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-9079378798815481372</id><published>2009-01-18T14:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-18T14:19:13.782+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Scarlet Regrets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SXLs8BaOxoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2RjT0DJJyoQ/s1600-h/Clipboard01bow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SXLs8BaOxoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2RjT0DJJyoQ/s400/Clipboard01bow2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292553028028515970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-9079378798815481372?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9079378798815481372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=9079378798815481372&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/9079378798815481372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/9079378798815481372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/scarlet-regrets.html' title='Scarlet Regrets'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SXLs8BaOxoI/AAAAAAAAAGU/2RjT0DJJyoQ/s72-c/Clipboard01bow2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-4719959236229268467</id><published>2009-01-17T14:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-17T14:47:20.412+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Silent Tide...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SXGiAA5T7II/AAAAAAAAAGM/Z1oZSXN4i1I/s1600-h/1z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SXGiAA5T7II/AAAAAAAAAGM/Z1oZSXN4i1I/s400/1z.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292189158261124226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-4719959236229268467?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4719959236229268467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=4719959236229268467&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/4719959236229268467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/4719959236229268467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/silent-tide.html' title='Silent Tide...'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SXGiAA5T7II/AAAAAAAAAGM/Z1oZSXN4i1I/s72-c/1z.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-4593078153964824953</id><published>2009-01-06T12:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:41:54.449+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Expectation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SWMgRDM3JnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jbFr1Ll_hYY/s1600-h/Expect+copy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SWMgRDM3JnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jbFr1Ll_hYY/s400/Expect+copy1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288105864752211570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-4593078153964824953?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4593078153964824953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=4593078153964824953&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/4593078153964824953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/4593078153964824953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2009/01/expectation.html' title='Expectation'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SWMgRDM3JnI/AAAAAAAAAF0/jbFr1Ll_hYY/s72-c/Expect+copy1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-9035160788343261697</id><published>2008-09-27T18:27:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-27T20:01:29.028+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kamelot - Epica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kamelot.com/"&gt;Kamelot&lt;/a&gt; is a progressive/symphonic power metal band from Tampa, Florida. So far they have released 8 studio albums, 1 re-issue, 2 live albums, and one live dvd. The vocal force behind Kamelot, Roy Khan, joined the band after 2 albums. Their 6th and 7th studio albums, namely, Epica and The Black Halo are the only "concept" albums. Both are based on Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe's "Faust". The plot is almost the same (not disclosing), the characters name changed. The whole story is divided into two, hence the two concept albums. Epica seemlesly blends into The Black Halo. I tried my best to interpret the whole thing. Some parts I couldn't. :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - Also known as Faust. In Kamelot's world, Ariel. Now, Ariel is a scientist/researcher/philosopher I believe. He seeks answers to questions which science and religion have failed to give. He seeks the universal truth. And also, he is God's favorite man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - The only girl Ariel has ever loved. She is everything that's good and pure, personified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mephisto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; - An archangel cast out from Heaven. When God ordered all the angels to bow before mankind, Mephisto refused, for he was only loyal to God. He yearns to be with God now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here it goes, song by song. Hope you enjoy. Make sure you go through the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Prologue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (1:07)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No lyrics in here. An eerie track. Sort of spooky. Couldn't make out anything. In Faust's prologue, God and Mephisto make a bet. If Mephisto can take the soul of Ariel, God's favorite man, he will be granted a place in Heaven. But if he fails, he will be condemned to hell forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Center Of The Universe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (5:27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Move slowly&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the colors of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Move slowly&lt;br /&gt;Into the corners of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Rising like the Pegasus&lt;br /&gt;Each and every one of us&lt;br /&gt;Released&lt;br /&gt;Islands in the sea of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Always searching harmony&lt;br /&gt;And peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we find&lt;br /&gt;Reject our mind&lt;br /&gt;Don't you wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the war by heavens gate released desire&lt;br /&gt;In the line of fire someone must have known&lt;br /&gt;That a human heart demands to be admired&lt;br /&gt;Cause in the Center of the Universe&lt;br /&gt;We are all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me sign of paradise&lt;br /&gt;A place we all would like to go to&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;So there's a chance for me to want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I find&lt;br /&gt;Reject my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tale to be told won't you listen tonight&lt;br /&gt;Follow me into the core of the fountain of light&lt;br /&gt;Try to imagine that hope is our ship for the soul&lt;br /&gt;(Over the ocean the quest of your life lies ahead)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe together we'll find there's a place for us all&lt;br /&gt;(Follow the star in your mind, sail along sail along)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interpretation :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;In this song, we are introduced to Ariel's thirst for knowledge, his "always searching" mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islands in the sea of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Always searching harmony&lt;br /&gt;And peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;A dreamer. Searching for answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the war by heavens gate released desire&lt;br /&gt;In the line of fire someone must have known&lt;br /&gt;That a human heart demands to be admired&lt;br /&gt;Cause in the Center of the Universe&lt;br /&gt;We are all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He believes, at some point, at the verge of death, someone must've known the truth. "In the line of fire someone must have known". In his homeland, the center of the universe, without the truth, he feels alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me sign of paradise&lt;br /&gt;A place we all would like to go to&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what to sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;So there's a chance for me to want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's willing to sacrifice anything to go to that place, to know the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a tale to be told won't you listen tonight&lt;br /&gt;Follow me into the core of the fountain of light&lt;br /&gt;Try to imagine that hope is our ship for the soul&lt;br /&gt;(Over the ocean the quest of your life lies ahead)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe together we'll find there's a place for us all&lt;br /&gt;(Follow the star in your mind, sail along sail along)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here he decides that the answer is not in his homeland, but somewhere else. The lines in ( ) are sung by a female. And she tells him to go on a quest, a journey, to seek the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Farewell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(3:41)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter's close...and the mountain high&lt;br /&gt;I'll start my journey now&lt;br /&gt;On this planet we call Earth we belong&lt;br /&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;Why did God make me feel&lt;br /&gt;There is more to be answered&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God cannot remedy&lt;br /&gt;Our souls if he tried&lt;br /&gt;I seek peace of mind at least&lt;br /&gt;And to know I did my best&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for those I have loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must take your farewell&lt;br /&gt;Carried by destiny&lt;br /&gt;Bound to obey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must take your farewell&lt;br /&gt;Trails of discovery&lt;br /&gt;Lead me an ocean away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one holds the only truth in his hand&lt;br /&gt;So who am I&lt;br /&gt;To defy even God&lt;br /&gt;In quest for a reason&lt;br /&gt;There's no time to waste I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must take your farewell&lt;br /&gt;Trails of discovery&lt;br /&gt;Lead me an ocean away&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tide is high&lt;br /&gt;I won't dwell or wait no longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interpretation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this song, Ariel sets out on his journey, and bids farewell to everyone he has known. And also rejects God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter's close...and the mountain high&lt;br /&gt;I'll start my journey now&lt;br /&gt;On this planet we call Earth we belong&lt;br /&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;Why did God make me feel&lt;br /&gt;There is more to be answered&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God cannot remedy&lt;br /&gt;Our souls if he tried&lt;br /&gt;I seek peace of mind at least&lt;br /&gt;And to know I did my best&lt;br /&gt;I will pray for those I have loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariel sets on his journey/quest right before winter. He wonders why God made him feel that there is more to be answered in this life. He sets out on the journey, leaving everyone behind, even Helena. "I will pray for those I have loved"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one holds the only truth in his hand&lt;br /&gt;So who am I&lt;br /&gt;To defy even God&lt;br /&gt;In quest for a reason&lt;br /&gt;There's no time to waste I'm afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He rejects/defies God, for God has left so many questions unanswered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must take your farewell&lt;br /&gt;Trails of discovery&lt;br /&gt;Lead me an ocean away&lt;br /&gt;So far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the tide is high&lt;br /&gt;I won't dwell or wait no longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The final goodbye. He sails on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interlude I  (Opiate Soul)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (1:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An instrumental with some italian gibberish and Ariel trembling, cold most probably. I couldn't understand. One thing I could. "Opiate Soul", the title. An Opiate is a drug derived from the Opium plant. So during his journey, he turns to herbs/drugs. How do I know? Track number 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Edge Of Paradise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(4:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless&lt;br /&gt;Not really quite awake&lt;br /&gt;Where the soul conforms&lt;br /&gt;To deeper needs&lt;br /&gt;Free within frames of custody&lt;br /&gt;I revolve my spirit and exhale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of paradise&lt;br /&gt;Poison burning&lt;br /&gt;In my veins&lt;br /&gt;Unavailing...compromised&lt;br /&gt;My dreams remain the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soothing but yet so violent&lt;br /&gt;In this world within the other world&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight...in visions...heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;I see demon eyes and wings unfurled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of paradise&lt;br /&gt;Poison burning&lt;br /&gt;In my veins&lt;br /&gt;Unavailing...compromised&lt;br /&gt;My dreams remain the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of paradise&lt;br /&gt;Powerless&lt;br /&gt;I sail on by&lt;br /&gt;Undermining life itself&lt;br /&gt;My will to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interpretation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel, tired of the fruitless journey, turns to herbs/drugs. And under the influence of these drugs, he sees Mephisto, just a vision, he still isn't sure though. And he has no idea about the bet. Hopeless, he still seeks the truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless&lt;br /&gt;Not really quite awake&lt;br /&gt;Where the soul conforms&lt;br /&gt;To deeper needs&lt;br /&gt;Free within frames of custody&lt;br /&gt;I revolve my spirit and exhale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Clearly, he's high. "Sleepless. Not really quite awake". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of paradise&lt;br /&gt;Poison burning&lt;br /&gt;In my veins&lt;br /&gt;Unavailing...compromised&lt;br /&gt;My dreams remain the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poison be the drugs here. The drugs in his veins. But still, his dreams, the universal truth, remain the same, unfulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soothing but yet so violent&lt;br /&gt;In this world within the other world&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight...in visions...heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;I see demon eyes and wings unfurled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here, Ariel encounters Mephisto, just a vision though. Mephisto seems soothing, yet so violent. More like an evil angel. "Heaven sent, Demon eyes, wings unfurled."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of paradise&lt;br /&gt;Powerless&lt;br /&gt;I sail on by&lt;br /&gt;Undermining life itself&lt;br /&gt;My will to wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He stills want to know the truth. And he sails on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (4:24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall one summer's night&lt;br /&gt;Within the month of June&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in mahogany hair&lt;br /&gt;And smell of earth in bloom&lt;br /&gt;Only such a melody&lt;br /&gt;Comes without a sound&lt;br /&gt;More than faintly heard by those&lt;br /&gt;Who know what they have found&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently we wander&lt;br /&gt;Into this void of consequence&lt;br /&gt;My shade will always haunt her&lt;br /&gt;But she will be my guiding light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently we wander&lt;br /&gt;In search of truth and confidence&lt;br /&gt;So many hopes were lost here&lt;br /&gt;Along the way&lt;br /&gt;From morning to night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me by the wishing well&lt;br /&gt;In cover of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Whisper to me tenderly&lt;br /&gt;That I will see you soon&lt;br /&gt;Sing that song from long ago&lt;br /&gt;So I remember you&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in mahogany hair&lt;br /&gt;And mellow days in June&lt;br /&gt;Only for the memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From ashes we were born&lt;br /&gt;In silence we unite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interpretation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel, alone and hopeless, reminisces about Helena. He gives up his search. And prepares to take his own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall one summer's night&lt;br /&gt;Within the month of June&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in mahogany hair&lt;br /&gt;And smell of earth in bloom&lt;br /&gt;Only such a melody&lt;br /&gt;Comes without a sound&lt;br /&gt;More than faintly heard by those&lt;br /&gt;Who know what they have found&lt;br /&gt;Now it's just a memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariel talks about the time he spent with Helena. And the love they shared. "More than faintly heard by those, who know what they have found". But now, in his darkest hour, it's just a memory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently we wander&lt;br /&gt;Into this void of consequence&lt;br /&gt;My shade will always haunt her&lt;br /&gt;But she will be my guiding light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He wanders, hopeless and aimless. He thinks about her all the time. "She will be my guiding light"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silently we wander&lt;br /&gt;In search of truth and confidence&lt;br /&gt;So many hopes were lost here&lt;br /&gt;Along the way&lt;br /&gt;From morning to night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Same thing, but then again, he also knows that the path is difficult. "So many hopes were lost here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me by the wishing well&lt;br /&gt;In cover of the moon&lt;br /&gt;Whisper to me tenderly&lt;br /&gt;That I will see you soon&lt;br /&gt;Sing that song from long ago&lt;br /&gt;So I remember you&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in mahogany hair&lt;br /&gt;And mellow days in June&lt;br /&gt;Only for the memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One word. Longing. He's dying to get back to her. "Mellow days in June"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From ashes we were born&lt;br /&gt;In silence we unite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This is where he prepares to take his own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interlude II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (Omen) (0:41)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very soft and mellow instrumental, thunders in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Descent Of The Archangel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (4:36)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Mephisto)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak my friend&lt;br /&gt;You look surprised&lt;br /&gt;I thought you knew&lt;br /&gt;I'd come disguised&lt;br /&gt;On angel wings...in white&lt;br /&gt;I can make&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;What a couple...&lt;br /&gt;Me and you&lt;br /&gt;On journey through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will show you everything so vividly&lt;br /&gt;You can't deny me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed in moonlight&lt;br /&gt;I'm proclaimed by angels cry&lt;br /&gt;Think well&lt;br /&gt;Do take your time&lt;br /&gt;Because your soul&lt;br /&gt;Will be mine the day you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a pleasure&lt;br /&gt;One...a few&lt;br /&gt;Any form&lt;br /&gt;Of lust in you&lt;br /&gt;Will tremble at my touch&lt;br /&gt;I come down from heaven's light&lt;br /&gt;I have all the perfect alibis&lt;br /&gt;There's so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call my name or carry on&lt;br /&gt;Till that last resistance' gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your true disciple&lt;br /&gt;When the flesh desires&lt;br /&gt;You won't deny me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interpretation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Mephisto's song. His descent. Here, he tells Ariel that he can make his every dream/wish come true. But only at the cost of Ariel's soul. He gives him time to consider the offer. But he's sure Ariel will agree. Close your eyes and listen to this song, and you can really see Mephisto's descent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speak my friend&lt;br /&gt;You look surprised&lt;br /&gt;I thought you knew&lt;br /&gt;I'd come disguised&lt;br /&gt;On angel wings...in white&lt;br /&gt;I can make&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;What a couple...&lt;br /&gt;Me and you&lt;br /&gt;On journey through the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here we see Mephisto trying to convince Ariel that he can make his dreams come true. "I thought you knew", in reference to Edge Of Paradise. Mephisto seems all so angelic here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathed in moonlight&lt;br /&gt;I'm proclaimed by angels cry&lt;br /&gt;Think well&lt;br /&gt;Do take your time&lt;br /&gt;Because your soul&lt;br /&gt;Will be mine the day you die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mephisto talks about the deal here. He will fulfil his every dream/wish. But once Ariel dies, he will keep his soul. Gives him the time to think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a pleasure&lt;br /&gt;One...a few&lt;br /&gt;Any form&lt;br /&gt;Of lust in you&lt;br /&gt;Will tremble at my touch&lt;br /&gt;I come down from heaven's light&lt;br /&gt;I have all the perfect alibis&lt;br /&gt;There's so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mephisto is still trying hard to convince Ariel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call my name or carry on&lt;br /&gt;Till that last resistance' gone&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure we'll meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resistance here refers to Ariel's hesitation to sign the deal with Mephisto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interlude III (At The Banquet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (O:31)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Ariel)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His invitation was clear&lt;br /&gt;I shut my eyes...and now I'm here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Host)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please make way,&lt;br /&gt;our host is making his entree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interpretation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariel is sort of transported to Mephisto's palace/castle. The whole mood of the song is upbeat, joyous types."His invitation was clear, I shut my eyes, and now I'm here"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Feast For The Vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;n (3:58)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Mephisto)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is here&lt;br /&gt;The feast can soon begin&lt;br /&gt;Vanity we celebrate&lt;br /&gt;My favourite of sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Ariel)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandeliers so grand&lt;br /&gt;That heaven sees the shine&lt;br /&gt;And my friend declares&lt;br /&gt;Everything I look at could be mine&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Life till now has been a waste&lt;br /&gt;You have proved to me&lt;br /&gt;By your hand I'm truly graced&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;Gold and glitter blinding me&lt;br /&gt;So adorable&lt;br /&gt;All these women from my fantasies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Mephisto)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come with me my little ones&lt;br /&gt;Let's revel for the free&lt;br /&gt;Raise your glass and praise the fact&lt;br /&gt;How easy life can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Ariel)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the splendour of the night&lt;br /&gt;I've found company&lt;br /&gt;Once again I feel that life's begun&lt;br /&gt;All the wrongs seem to be right&lt;br /&gt;Drowned in ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Every star is like a newborn sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the life I knew be gone&lt;br /&gt;I accept the deed&lt;br /&gt;But one point we have to modify&lt;br /&gt;If I wish to linger on&lt;br /&gt;In a state of still&lt;br /&gt;Only then I'm yours the day I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interpretation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mephisto's castle. So full of everything. All the worldy pleasures. Ariel is definitely awe-struck. Everything just seems so perfect. Ariel accepts his offer. But he makes a modification, a change. If at some point, at some moment, he feels that he has found the answer, the truth, and he wants to stay in that moment, then only he will give his soul away. Mephisto agrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chandeliers so grand&lt;br /&gt;That heaven sees the shine&lt;br /&gt;And my friend declares&lt;br /&gt;Everything I look at could be mine&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle&lt;br /&gt;Life till now has been a waste&lt;br /&gt;You have proved to me&lt;br /&gt;By your hand I'm truly graced&lt;br /&gt;Unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;Gold and glitter blinding me&lt;br /&gt;So adorable&lt;br /&gt;All these women from my fantasies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariel is truly awe-struck. It's a miracle. Women, gold and glitter. It's everywhere. Everything that he ever wanted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the life I knew be gone&lt;br /&gt;I accept the deed&lt;br /&gt;But one point we have to modify&lt;br /&gt;If I wish to linger on&lt;br /&gt;In a state of still&lt;br /&gt;Only then I'm yours the day I die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariel accepts the offer/deal. But modifies the deal a bit. If he wishes to stay in a moment, where he'll find his answers/truth/happiness, then only Mephisto can have his soul. Mephisto agrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On The Coldest Winter Night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (3:58)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am breathless,&lt;br /&gt;Need I say&lt;br /&gt;How could you find me here?&lt;br /&gt;You, of all, have crossed my way&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly...from where?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow may be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a moment of belief&lt;br /&gt;This is a moment made of dreams&lt;br /&gt;You found me here today&lt;br /&gt;On the coldest winter night&lt;br /&gt;This moment is our right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Helena tell me all&lt;br /&gt;The years we've been apart...&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear the mountain fall?&lt;br /&gt;...my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wake me if I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Hush, my dear&lt;br /&gt;Because tomorrow may be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the present, I am sure&lt;br /&gt;This is the moment, say no more&lt;br /&gt;You found me here today&lt;br /&gt;On the coldest winter night&lt;br /&gt;This moment is our right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interpretation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After leaving Mephisto's castle, Ariel runs into Helena, who has been searching for him all this time. The love is still there, warm and strong. They both spend the night together and during this night, Helena conceives Ariel's child, though neither is aware of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am breathless,&lt;br /&gt;Need I say&lt;br /&gt;How could you find me here?&lt;br /&gt;You, of all, have crossed my way&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly...from where?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Hold me close,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow may be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariel is surprised and breathless. Never thought he'd run into his lost love. It all seems like a dream to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a moment of belief&lt;br /&gt;This is a moment made of dreams&lt;br /&gt;You found me here today&lt;br /&gt;On the coldest winter night&lt;br /&gt;This moment is our right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariel is happy to be with Helena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Helena tell me all&lt;br /&gt;The years we've been apart...&lt;br /&gt;Did you hear the mountain fall?&lt;br /&gt;...my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Don't wake me if I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Hush, my dear&lt;br /&gt;Because tomorrow may be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love is all around. Ariel doesn't want to wake up from this "dream". Because he might not be there tomorrow. During this night, Helena conceives Ariel's child.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lost &amp;amp; Damned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (4:55)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena you came to me&lt;br /&gt;When seemingly life had begun&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know then&lt;br /&gt;Where this would go&lt;br /&gt;When this begun&lt;br /&gt;Once I was free to fly...&lt;br /&gt;I never promised anything&lt;br /&gt;This may well be goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we all&lt;br /&gt;Must alter paths we planned&lt;br /&gt;Only try understand&lt;br /&gt;I want to save you&lt;br /&gt;From the lost and damned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you hold me close&lt;br /&gt;I feel retention arise&lt;br /&gt;Just as a hint of fear&lt;br /&gt;Like subtle clouds&lt;br /&gt;In summer skies&lt;br /&gt;Once in the moonlight...&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we may reunite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we all&lt;br /&gt;Must alter paths we planned&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget what we had&lt;br /&gt;But let me save you&lt;br /&gt;From the lost and damned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love means nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;If there is a higher place to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Believe me; I do this for you&lt;br /&gt;Heed my decision now&lt;br /&gt;I will be gone tomorrow noon&lt;br /&gt;My tale has just begun&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can take my faith away&lt;br /&gt;In my quest for the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we all&lt;br /&gt;Must alter paths we planned&lt;br /&gt;Leave me behind, don't look back&lt;br /&gt;Because deep within you know&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and damned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interpretation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "break up" song. Ariel tells Helena that they can't go on. They have to part ways. Tells her not cry. He's trying to save her by letting her go. He knows that the deal with Mephisto might prove painful for Helena. His actions may hurt her. He loves her, but he holds his quest/answers much higher than the bond they share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena you came to me&lt;br /&gt;When seemingly life had begun&lt;br /&gt;Little did I know then&lt;br /&gt;Where this would go&lt;br /&gt;When this begun&lt;br /&gt;Once I was free to fly...&lt;br /&gt;I never promised anything&lt;br /&gt;This may well be goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helena came back into Ariel's life when his life had begun, as in, life after signing the deal with Mephisto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you hold me close&lt;br /&gt;I feel retention arise&lt;br /&gt;Just as a hint of fear&lt;br /&gt;Like subtle clouds&lt;br /&gt;In summer skies&lt;br /&gt;Once in the moonlight...&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Somehow we may reunite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Although they are together, but there is hesitation. Ariel is confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask why&lt;br /&gt;Don't be sad&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we all&lt;br /&gt;Must alter paths we planned&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget what we had&lt;br /&gt;But let me save you&lt;br /&gt;From the lost and damned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He asks her not to be sad. Tells her to cherish the memories. He wants to save her, from the pain, from his actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love means nothing to me&lt;br /&gt;If there is a higher place to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here, he values his quest/answers higher than the bond they share. He still love hers, but he wants her to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helena don't you cry&lt;br /&gt;Believe me; I do this for you&lt;br /&gt;Heed my decision now&lt;br /&gt;I will be gone tomorrow noon&lt;br /&gt;My tale has just begun&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can take my faith away&lt;br /&gt;In my quest for the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He wants her to go. He's doing it just for her. He genuinely loves her. But then again, his quest is more important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helena's Theme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (1:51)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Helena)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a song&lt;br /&gt;From long ago&lt;br /&gt;Some of the pieces&lt;br /&gt;They remind me of you&lt;br /&gt;How could I know&lt;br /&gt;You were to leave me&lt;br /&gt;I thought that I was that melody&lt;br /&gt;Oh so wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm but a whisper tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if this is goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I will leave&lt;br /&gt;But I'll love you&lt;br /&gt;Until the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((River Spirit)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the grace of God is real&lt;br /&gt;And the word of Christ can heal&lt;br /&gt;Bring their souls to heaven's light&lt;br /&gt;Bless the unborn child tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interpretation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very very VERY tragic song. Distraught, Helena promises that she will always love him, even in death. And drowns herself in the nearby river, and the child in her womb as well. The river spirit prays to God. Helena and the unborn child ascend to Heaven. One thing I noticed, the track number is "13". Evil and inauspicious. Her death. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interlude IV (Dawn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (0:28)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Town Crier)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear ye hear ye! The lady&lt;br /&gt;Helena has committed a sin.&lt;br /&gt;Now death lies on her, like an&lt;br /&gt;untimely frost upon the&lt;br /&gt;sweetest flower of all the field...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interpretation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dawn rises, the town crier anounces the death of Helena. Her body is found in the river. Her innocence/purity is portrayed so perfectly here. "Sweetest flower of all the field"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Mourning Afte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r (4:59)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a dream&lt;br /&gt;She was by the riverside&lt;br /&gt;Alone and dressed in white&lt;br /&gt;Paling in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the icy face&lt;br /&gt;On memories of glory days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on&lt;br /&gt;Carry on&lt;br /&gt;Meet me on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Once the mourning after turns to day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on&lt;br /&gt;Carry on&lt;br /&gt;Keep on to the other side&lt;br /&gt;The mourning after slowly fades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I have known&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought is simply wild&lt;br /&gt;In her womb...a little child&lt;br /&gt;I am left to roam&lt;br /&gt;On the surface of a dream&lt;br /&gt;In a world that can't be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on&lt;br /&gt;Carry on&lt;br /&gt;Just you carry on&lt;br /&gt;Till the mourning is over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on&lt;br /&gt;Carry on&lt;br /&gt;Just you carry on&lt;br /&gt;Till the mourning after leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interpretation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a dream, Ariel witnesses the death of Helena and the unborn child. Confirmed by the Town Crier, Ariel is bewildered. He grieves for them. But he must carry on with his quest. It would be a dishonor not to fulfil the quest for which he left her, and for which she took her own life. He carries on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a dream&lt;br /&gt;She was by the riverside&lt;br /&gt;Alone and dressed in white&lt;br /&gt;Paling in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Walking on the icy face&lt;br /&gt;On memories of glory days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariel talks about the dream where he witnesses the death of Helena. She's dressed in white, and all alone. And the river is icy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on&lt;br /&gt;Carry on&lt;br /&gt;Meet me on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Once the mourning after turns to day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on&lt;br /&gt;Carry on&lt;br /&gt;Keep on to the other side&lt;br /&gt;The mourning after slowly fades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He carries on with is quest and tells her to wait for him at the other side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I have known&lt;br /&gt;Just the thought is simply wild&lt;br /&gt;In her womb...a little child&lt;br /&gt;I am left to roam&lt;br /&gt;On the surface of a dream&lt;br /&gt;In a world that can't be seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He had no knowledge of the unborn child and the thought that the child died along with her, drives him insane. Now he's all alone, wandering in a cold world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;III Ways To Epica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (6:17)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Mephisto)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you play with fire&lt;br /&gt;You must anticipate some burns&lt;br /&gt;Chasing for desire...&lt;br /&gt;It's just a different way to learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Ariel)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am defected from God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Helena)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had seized my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Ariel)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So low redemptions too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Helena)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heaven's sheen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Ariel)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one that I loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Helena)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Ariel)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Helena)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark can never win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Mephisto)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I require&lt;br /&gt;Is some trust as the pages turn&lt;br /&gt;I can take you higher&lt;br /&gt;Cause your will is my concern&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Ariel)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long...maybe forever&lt;br /&gt;I must carry on&lt;br /&gt;Why did God take away&lt;br /&gt;That one thing I wanted&lt;br /&gt;Maybe God is the melody&lt;br /&gt;We all serenade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Mephisto)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would not feel sadness&lt;br /&gt;If you never tasted joy&lt;br /&gt;That's the curse of humans&lt;br /&gt;Born in passion you destroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Interpretation :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is one epic song. The conclusion to the first part of Faust. And this album. In this song, Mephisto talks about the 3 ways to Epica, the place where Ariel can find his answers. The first way, the first lesson, teaches about how one can learn only from his own mistakes. The second lesson talks about trust. Although, it could be a trick. Mephisto asks Ariel to trust him, for Ariel's will is his concern, and he can take him to a higher place. The third lesson talks about happiness and sorrow.  Sorrow is just as much part of life as happiness. And it's more like a curse on humans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Ariel)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am defected from God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Helena)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God had seized my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Ariel)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So low redemptions too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Helena)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heaven's sheen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Ariel)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's the one that I loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Helena)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Ariel)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(((Helena)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dark can never win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Here, Ariel blames God for everything. He is beyond redemption. He can't overcome the sorrow. He is the reason of her death. He truly loved her. Helena is now in heaven, "the sheen", the brightness, the luster. She says that love is the only truth and against it, darkness can never prevail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of Epica ends here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ariel's search for truth landed him in a deal with Mephisto. Under this deal, Mephisto gives him power and all the worldy pleasures. In exchange, if Ariel ever experiences a moment in which he wishes to stay forever, Mephisto will receive his soul, thus granting him a place in Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Since Helena's death, Ariel has been overwhelmed with guilt and sorrow, leaving him in a very very weak state, a state of despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All Mephisto has to do now is claim Ariel's soul, in any way possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Helena, watches over Ariel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What happens next is beautifully portrayed in The Black Halo. It's a very very dark album. And it's all the more epic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Download the album &lt;a href="http://isohunt.com/torrent_details/48327595/kamelot+epica?tab=summary"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-9035160788343261697?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9035160788343261697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=9035160788343261697&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/9035160788343261697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/9035160788343261697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/kamelot-is-progressivesymphonic-power.html' title='Kamelot - Epica'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-3943743916261020761</id><published>2008-09-20T17:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-20T17:02:10.428+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Walk Walk Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heh. 19th September. What an awesome day. Adventure, in every sense.&lt;br /&gt;So I wake up. And it's raining. Like heavily. I have to be at the Club Mahindra HQ by 11am. Summer training, tele marketing calls. Sucks to the core. I somehow make it. All wet though. Like literally wet. No, not in that sense. As in, wet, rainy wet. For the first time ever, I totally hated teh AC. I was already wet, and it was like so friggin' cold in that room. The only thing hot in that room was uuuh our training teacher. Offered us coffee. And I was like "oh wow coffee" drink drink. And after drinking, I realized that I was fasting. Selfpwn. And the funny thing is, after I was done with the coffee, she asked me "You don't fast?". Pissed me off so bad. I mean. She could've asked me the same thing before offering the coffee. But then again, she was hot. And I was like "No no, not today." Heh. Women. So seducingly evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evening, it's still raining. Like heavily. I somehow make it to the auto stand. It's a battle ground. People literally humping autos. No chance. I can't imagine myself sitting in the lappy of a 45yr old "chubby&amp;wet" aunty. Skip. Move on to the main road. Same scene. People humping rickshaws. And now I need to piss. I could hear my bladder crying. So I call up my cousin. She works at an MNC. I went there, all wet. I didn't go to the toilet. We both left. And after walking for a while, I said "I need to piss". I just couldn't hold it in there. So we went back. And there I was, pissing in the toilet of an MNC. What an awesome feeling it was. She stayed. She had other plans I guess. I left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must've walked around 10kms in heavy rain. The real creepy adventure started now. So I was standing outside her office. No autos/rickshaws. So I walked, and walked, and walked. And I walked all the way to home. 2-3 hours I guess. And it was still raining heavily. The only thing that scared the shit out of me were those electricity cables. Brrrr. And ofcourse, the traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic day it was. Once in a lifetime thinger. I'm so proud of myself &gt;_&gt; I'm sad about only one thing though. The coffee thing. Sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-3943743916261020761?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3943743916261020761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=3943743916261020761&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/3943743916261020761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/3943743916261020761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/walk-walk-walk.html' title='Walk Walk Walk'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-2082587045488960475</id><published>2008-09-17T16:20:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T14:36:35.970+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Sign</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;An intimation of your love.&lt;br /&gt;Hides behind a disguise.&lt;br /&gt;Your presence, so phlegmatic.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you, unwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop staring.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what you're thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Looking from behind the curtain.&lt;br /&gt;The poison, I keep on drinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sign, you think of me.&lt;br /&gt;Alone, all by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Stare at my photograph.&lt;br /&gt;There, in your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash my feelings away.&lt;br /&gt;Another sip of poison.&lt;br /&gt;Look through the glass.&lt;br /&gt;Wait for another sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Push the memories away.&lt;br /&gt;They return, so vivid.&lt;br /&gt;The poison in my veins.&lt;br /&gt;Fail to turn them black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soothing words once said.&lt;br /&gt;Passionate deeds once done.&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the time.&lt;br /&gt;Where I felt complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candle that burns.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly fades away.&lt;br /&gt;Wax fills my empty heart.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I may never wake.&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/17951617-2082587045488960475?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2082587045488960475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=2082587045488960475&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/2082587045488960475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/2082587045488960475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/sign.html' title='A Sign'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-2444400892657366381</id><published>2008-09-13T14:26:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:01:32.731+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Midgets.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Adam and Eve, the first man and woman, were created by God in the heavenly Garden of Eden.&lt;br /&gt;God created Adam out of dust, and then Eve out of his rib. Strange. They were allowed to live in this garden but weren't allowed to eat from the Tree of Knowledge. Now this Tree of Knowledge offered the ability to understand good and evil, something which only God could do at that time. On the other hand, there was the Tree Of Life.&lt;br /&gt;Fruits of this tree offered immortality, a spiritual connection with God at a higher level. Sadly, Eve ate from the Tree of Knowledge, and made Adam eat as well. Forever they were banished from the Garden Of Eden, for disobeying God. They were tempted to eat, all thanks to the serpent, as in, Satan. Yes, Satan lured Eve into eating the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge. God gave them a choice. Had they not eaten from that tree, things would've been different. Now, instead of receiving, they had to earn. Earn everything on their own, from scratch. That's what humans do.&lt;br /&gt;For their sin, we are paying. Fair?&lt;br /&gt;We wouldn't be here if they didn't fall for the serpent's trap. Adam and Eve would still be living in the Garden Of Eden, on a spiritual level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite funny actually. God created man, someone who could disobey Him. Why would He do that? Satan tempts us. God tests us. Like really, what is going on here? God and Satan, both seem like two little kids or uuh midgets fighting over an action figure :/&lt;br /&gt;That action figure be us, humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has given us a choice. Worship or face the wrath, as in Hell. This doesn't seem like a choice. Seems more like "Follow the system or else you're screwed". Why not any other option? Like maybe "Live, do whatever you want to, I don't care" :S&lt;br /&gt;God wants us to worship Him. Remember Him. Love Him. Fear Him. Praise Him. Extreme Narcissism? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God and Satan, two good friends. I don't know why I believe in that. Satan tempts us to do unholy things, drive us to the edge of insanity, and then we kill, others and ourselves. That's how it's done. People die, and we say, it was God's wish. Or maybe, Satan forces us into the whole killing thing, and then God kills us. Murderers eh? Or maybe it's their way of controlling population :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Jesus died for our sins, then why is there suffering all around? Why is God testing us all the time? What is the purpose of life? To pass His tests? That's it? And what do we get in return? Heaven? An imaginary place? An illusion? We don't even know if it exists. Fail the tests, and you are on your way to Hell. Why do Heaven and Hell exist? Why not something else? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a pattern, a system in every religion.&lt;br /&gt;1. There is God.&lt;br /&gt;2. There is Satan.&lt;br /&gt;3. There is the Heaven and Hell concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all these lead to only one conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;Gods don't create religions. Religions create Gods. Satan and God are complimentary to each other. Without Satan, God wouldn't exist. Without God, Satan wouldn't exist. It's like an authoritarian system. Under authority, under God, we feel safe and secure. And some like to break free from this system. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/end of gibberish&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/17951617-2444400892657366381?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2444400892657366381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=2444400892657366381&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/2444400892657366381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/2444400892657366381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/09/adam-and-eve-first-man-and-woman-were.html' title='Spiritual Midgets.'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-4466612882450905736</id><published>2008-08-30T17:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-30T18:50:18.045+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh so</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Oh so curvaceous.&lt;br /&gt;The sparkle in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Oh so glorious&lt;br /&gt;Your crimson red lips.&lt;br /&gt;Oh so luscious.&lt;br /&gt;Your breath on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;Oh so pervious.&lt;br /&gt;Your lips on mine.&lt;br /&gt;Oh so infectious.&lt;br /&gt;My every sense.&lt;br /&gt;Oh so delirious.&lt;br /&gt;In each others arms.&lt;br /&gt;Oh so tenacious.&lt;br /&gt;Sing the song of love.&lt;br /&gt;Oh so melodious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-4466612882450905736?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4466612882450905736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=4466612882450905736&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/4466612882450905736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/4466612882450905736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/oh-so.html' title='Oh so'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-4881792768084829537</id><published>2008-08-28T19:58:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:58:46.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Only You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You deserve better, is all I hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want better, for there is nothing as such.&lt;br /&gt;I replace the pain, I replace the tears.&lt;br /&gt;With memories that I'll always hold inside.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything, for a place in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give up everything, just to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold on to you, until my last breath.&lt;br /&gt;If it's my fate, then forever I shall wait.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want better.&lt;br /&gt;I want only you.&lt;br /&gt;Ahem &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-4881792768084829537?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4881792768084829537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=4881792768084829537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/4881792768084829537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/4881792768084829537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/only-you.html' title='Only You'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-160201427491816284</id><published>2008-08-28T18:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:29:42.811+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You showed me love.&lt;br /&gt;Just an inch of it.&lt;br /&gt;I flew with you, spontaneously.&lt;br /&gt;To a place so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then you seized it.&lt;br /&gt;Took it all away.&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling now.&lt;br /&gt;There's no one to catch me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;Lied to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deceived life.&lt;br /&gt;That I was happy.&lt;br /&gt;Deceived myself.&lt;br /&gt;That it will work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting how to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;How to breathe without you.&lt;br /&gt;Suffocation has taken over.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking down a path.&lt;br /&gt;The road less traveled.&lt;br /&gt;So sharp, so crimson and red.&lt;br /&gt;I need it more than anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I drink is pain.&lt;br /&gt;Every drop of blood drained.&lt;br /&gt;Pain shooting through my body.&lt;br /&gt;Through every vein.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for your slightest whisper.&lt;br /&gt;But you can't hear me screaming your name.&lt;br /&gt;And in these dying moments.&lt;br /&gt;I crave for your love, but in vain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-160201427491816284?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/160201427491816284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=160201427491816284&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/160201427491816284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/160201427491816284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/sweet-death.html' title='Sweet Death'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-1167153521322616662</id><published>2008-08-28T17:57:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:06:39.011+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moonlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chased by ferocious wolves,&lt;br /&gt;In a never ending forest,&lt;br /&gt;Blood red clouds above,&lt;br /&gt;I run, with all my strength...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in the midst,&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by death,&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and pray,&lt;br /&gt;For the inevitable pain to vanish...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds disappear,&lt;br /&gt;The howling fades away,&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight falling on me,&lt;br /&gt;The surrounding so serene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for us to become one,&lt;br /&gt;Starting to despise daylight,&lt;br /&gt;Never want it to come,&lt;br /&gt;You are my moonlight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-1167153521322616662?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/1167153521322616662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=1167153521322616662&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/1167153521322616662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/1167153521322616662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/moonlight.html' title='Moonlight'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-6871716341654067809</id><published>2008-08-28T15:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T15:27:28.398+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Won't let this die.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's nothing without you.&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait till my eyes turn dry.&lt;br /&gt;To hear those words from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I'm nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart and soul, these words are.&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding heart, you'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;So close to me, yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I'm nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me as I fall apart.&lt;br /&gt;Whisper sweet nothings.&lt;br /&gt;Mend my broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;You are my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true.&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I'm nothing.&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/17951617-6871716341654067809?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6871716341654067809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=6871716341654067809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/6871716341654067809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/6871716341654067809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-everything.html' title='My Everything'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-945168029069756551</id><published>2008-08-28T14:16:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:16:43.781+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heaven On Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I see my face in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You see your face in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;We embrace each other,&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts beat as one,&lt;br /&gt;Your warm breath,&lt;br /&gt;On my cold skin,&lt;br /&gt;Cleansing me of all my sins,&lt;br /&gt;We stand under the naked moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;Countless stars above,&lt;br /&gt;With you it's,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven on earth, my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-945168029069756551?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/945168029069756551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=945168029069756551&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/945168029069756551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/945168029069756551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/heaven-on-earth.html' title='Heaven On Earth'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-5429479698245906344</id><published>2008-08-27T19:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:58:22.177+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bittersweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Words and deeds, sharp as a blade.&lt;br /&gt;Scar my heart, forever the pain will stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words and deeds, more beautiful than heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Heal the wounds, I will never walk away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demons of the future, haunt my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Serenity in thy presence.&lt;br /&gt;Take to me a place, oh so peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for our souls to meet.&lt;br /&gt;Everything so bittersweet.&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/17951617-5429479698245906344?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5429479698245906344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=5429479698245906344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/5429479698245906344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/5429479698245906344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/bittersweet.html' title='Bittersweet.'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-6510644291917190305</id><published>2008-08-22T15:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-22T15:51:31.035+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm so awesome.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SK6TCUQz-qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zYccf-KG3yY/s1600-h/060820081523.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SK6TCUQz-qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zYccf-KG3yY/s400/060820081523.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237285084686711458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-6510644291917190305?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6510644291917190305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=6510644291917190305&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/6510644291917190305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/6510644291917190305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-so-awesome.html' title='I&apos;m so awesome.'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SK6TCUQz-qI/AAAAAAAAAEE/zYccf-KG3yY/s72-c/060820081523.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-2316707250979139531</id><published>2008-07-23T14:34:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-28T14:20:06.029+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Po-emo</title><content type='html'>A poem I wrote last year. Please do LOL :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I saw you walking down the road.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at you,my mind trippin on words.&lt;br /&gt;A second seemed like forever.&lt;br /&gt;You passed me by,just like a beautiful season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke down into tears of blood.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could tell you.&lt;br /&gt;How much i loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw you walking down the aisle.&lt;br /&gt;Looking like an angel fallen from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;The smile on your face,my biggest happiness.&lt;br /&gt;Couldnt make you mine,my biggest defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke down into tears of blood.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could tell you.&lt;br /&gt;How much i loved you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despair became my friend.&lt;br /&gt;And happiness my foe.&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget that day.&lt;br /&gt;Now I lie in this pool of blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could tell you.&lt;br /&gt;How much i loved you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-2316707250979139531?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2316707250979139531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=2316707250979139531&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/2316707250979139531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/2316707250979139531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/07/po-emo.html' title='Po-emo'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-2469725226870711110</id><published>2008-06-13T14:47:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T19:32:38.961+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreameth Cometh Trueth</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;want&lt;/span&gt; these things.&lt;br /&gt;God, be nice to me ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gibson SG Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFI-6peQ6DI/AAAAAAAAACc/2ig2rS-uf1Q/s1600-h/gibson-sg-standard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFI-6peQ6DI/AAAAAAAAACc/2ig2rS-uf1Q/s400/gibson-sg-standard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211296896107210802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used by many famous guitarists. Used by my Guitar God, Daran Malakian of SOAD/SoB.&lt;br /&gt;Mahogany body and neck. This thing is saax. I wants. $800 :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Jackson KVX10 X King V Electric Guitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFI-cDUKzpI/AAAAAAAAACU/LNKHYcEXY1Q/s1600-h/Jackson+KVX10+X+King+V+Electric+Guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFI-cDUKzpI/AAAAAAAAACU/LNKHYcEXY1Q/s400/Jackson+KVX10+X+King+V+Electric+Guitar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211296370468245138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shreddy look XD&lt;br /&gt;Alder body, duncan design humbuckers, 3 way pickup switch, bolt-on neck, 24 jumbo frets, $500, droooooolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Xbox 360&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFI_slRTiSI/AAAAAAAAACk/vb7y2lXP-4I/s1600-h/xbox-360-halo-3-edition.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFI_slRTiSI/AAAAAAAAACk/vb7y2lXP-4I/s400/xbox-360-halo-3-edition.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211297753972574498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not boasting, but I ownz many gaming consoles. Not this one though. So I wantz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Royal Enfield Thunderbird&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJA7dHGbdI/AAAAAAAAACs/aXvxkzh5P64/s1600-h/TBFNT.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJA7dHGbdI/AAAAAAAAACs/aXvxkzh5P64/s400/TBFNT.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211299108991954386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elegance. This "cruiser" makes me go la la la. Avenger and Enticer are suxx. This is the real thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Mitsubishi Galant 2001&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJCt-GKrdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s-bjxKFm7NA/s1600-h/Mitsubishi+GDi+2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJCt-GKrdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/s-bjxKFm7NA/s400/Mitsubishi+GDi+2001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211301076351495634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to buy this car, and modify it. This car was meant for modding, only. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Replace the headlights with circular BMW lights. Omg how cool!&lt;br /&gt;Spoiler, 27inchers, sideskirts, front and rear bumper, neon. Omg omg omg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Maruti Swift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJD0MaZ40I/AAAAAAAAAC8/sQvToTZcco8/s1600-h/swift_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJD0MaZ40I/AAAAAAAAAC8/sQvToTZcco8/s400/swift_red.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211302282785317698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I totally love this car. Whenever I look at it, I think about neons, vinyls, carbon hoods, bumpers, spoilers. Glossy black body paint, black tints, black alloys, red neon, underhood neon, red speedometer. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Dodge Viper SRT10 Coupe 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJFnpDkD9I/AAAAAAAAADE/8LlToCbYyzc/s1600-h/dodge-viper-srt10-coupe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJFnpDkD9I/AAAAAAAAADE/8LlToCbYyzc/s400/dodge-viper-srt10-coupe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211304266159099858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJFnwL7kEI/AAAAAAAAADM/MzmXaqVGZZA/s1600-h/windowslivewriterhennesseytuneddodgevipersrt10-2de12006-dodge-viper-srt10-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJFnwL7kEI/AAAAAAAAADM/MzmXaqVGZZA/s400/windowslivewriterhennesseytuneddodgevipersrt10-2de12006-dodge-viper-srt10-1-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211304268073242690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJFoBFa6rI/AAAAAAAAADU/GFJJ-pnMg5g/s1600-h/0501_445%2B2006_Dodge_Viper_SRT10_Coupe%2BInterior_View_Center_Console_And_Steering_Wheel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJFoBFa6rI/AAAAAAAAADU/GFJJ-pnMg5g/s400/0501_445%2B2006_Dodge_Viper_SRT10_Coupe%2BInterior_View_Center_Console_And_Steering_Wheel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211304272609340082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Need For Speed :D&lt;br /&gt;Been in love with this car for I don't know how long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Lamborghini Countach 1982&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJHOibtH9I/AAAAAAAAADc/eesSdy0FPho/s1600-h/1982+Lamborghini+Countach+navy+fsv%3DKRM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJHOibtH9I/AAAAAAAAADc/eesSdy0FPho/s400/1982+Lamborghini+Countach+navy+fsv%3DKRM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211306033907834834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countach over Diablo, anyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Chevrolet Camaro IROC-Z 1988&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJI9Tpry_I/AAAAAAAAADk/z06Lw7ZvaMs/s1600-h/1988ChevyCamaroIROCZmidnightIROC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJI9Tpry_I/AAAAAAAAADk/z06Lw7ZvaMs/s400/1988ChevyCamaroIROCZmidnightIROC.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211307936905415666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJI9fKlVgI/AAAAAAAAADs/uP0hxZHKubA/s1600-h/Camaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJI9fKlVgI/AAAAAAAAADs/uP0hxZHKubA/s400/Camaro.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211307939996194306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJI9uAQ3GI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PMx4YTQBP3A/s1600-h/kevsride1986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJI9uAQ3GI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PMx4YTQBP3A/s400/kevsride1986.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211307943979441250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic + Retro = Camaro IROC-z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ferrari F40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJ96neSMfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5UTVvhrVLPI/s1600-h/ferrari-f40-tmr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFJ96neSMfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5UTVvhrVLPI/s400/ferrari-f40-tmr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211366164802974194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epic win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-2469725226870711110?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2469725226870711110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=2469725226870711110&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/2469725226870711110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/2469725226870711110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/dreameth-cometh-trueth.html' title='Dreameth Cometh Trueth'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SFI-6peQ6DI/AAAAAAAAACc/2ig2rS-uf1Q/s72-c/gibson-sg-standard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-3526521349318975310</id><published>2008-06-07T11:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-07T11:49:59.481+05:30</updated><title type='text'>iGot LOLED, again :S</title><content type='html'>Yes, so my orkut profile is functional now. Bad Orkut server. No doughnuts for Orkut x(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-3526521349318975310?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3526521349318975310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=3526521349318975310&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/3526521349318975310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/3526521349318975310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/igot-loled-again-s.html' title='iGot LOLED, again :S'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-3145949141557508168</id><published>2008-06-06T10:15:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-06T11:05:35.952+05:30</updated><title type='text'>05-06-08</title><content type='html'>7am&lt;br /&gt;Grandma wakes me up. Friends at door. They tell me to get ready cos we gotta go and check out a few gyms. I get ready, no breakfast, and tell grandma and aunt that im going with friends to check out a few gyms. I go out, and they say "Why are you all dressed up? Where are you going?" It was all a joke. :|&lt;br /&gt;These 2 guys are my only real friends here. I laugh it off. They go, and instead of going back home I go to a nearby ice cream parlour, sit their for an hour, eat some, and then back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;830am&lt;br /&gt;Turn on my PC, watch a few music vids, and then, I delete the "pawn" folder. 10gbs of prOn, all gone. It feels good. Very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;10am&lt;br /&gt;I get an email from X. Now, X is my very good friend. My first female orkut friend. We've known each other for over an year now. So umm, I get to know that her best friend of 15years has committed suicide and she's dead. X is a very sensitive girl. I feel so helpless. There's nothing I can do to make her feel good. I can't even begin to imagine what she's going through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;1pm&lt;br /&gt;I come to know that my mom isn't doing well, diabetes and all. 5000kms away, I feel so helpless, again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;3pm&lt;br /&gt;For the next 3 hours, I try to sleep, but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;6pm&lt;br /&gt;I open Orkut, click on Login, and the next thing I know, my Orkut has been suspended, my "home", gone..&lt;br /&gt;I open Facebook, click on login, and this is what I get - "Your account has been deactivated"&lt;br /&gt;I get an email from a guy "Lol I hacked your account and deactivated it haha" :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;7pm onwards&lt;br /&gt;Numb and idle. Don't know what to do, where to go. Luckily, one friend comes online on yahoo. I get an sms from him. Someone cares. I keep clicking on Inbox. Maybe someone will mail. Sadly, no one does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Head down, I think about X, her friend, mom, Orkut and Facebook, it all seems like a joke. But as I slowly accept this bitter truth, I get this weird sinking feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;God has been very funny today. I know He's testing me and my patience. I won't curse Him. I won't question Him. Everything happens for our own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;As I type, I realize that I have no one to talk to, no one to call or sms to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;"God, are you reading this?"&lt;br /&gt;There's only one thing I want right now, and I'd do anything for it.&lt;br /&gt;I want to hug someone and cry my heart out. Even if it's in my dreams, i'll be more than happy.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my mom.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dad.&lt;br /&gt;I miss my best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-3145949141557508168?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3145949141557508168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=3145949141557508168&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/3145949141557508168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/3145949141557508168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/7am-grandma-wakes-me-up.html' title='05-06-08'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-6375086848477391705</id><published>2008-06-05T23:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T23:34:49.749+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I have no where to go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm numb...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-6375086848477391705?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6375086848477391705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=6375086848477391705&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/6375086848477391705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/6375086848477391705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-dont-know-what-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-3114481625202176138</id><published>2008-06-05T19:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-05T19:55:22.857+05:30</updated><title type='text'>iGot LOLED :/</title><content type='html'>"Other Issues Signing in: Unable to access a Google product&lt;div class="content"&gt;&lt;div class="inner_content"&gt;&lt;div class="answer_heading"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="i article_content"&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Your access to this Google product has been suspended because of a perceived violation of either the Google Terms of Service or a product-specific Terms of Service. Google reserves the right to suspend a Google Account from using a particular product or the entire Google Accounts system if the Terms of Service or product-specific policies are violated. Google also has the right to terminate your account at any time, for any reason, with or without notice. If your Google Account has been disabled, please review the relevant Terms of Service before attempting to create another account.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You may review the Google Terms of Service at http://www.google.com/terms_of_service.html; for specific product guidelines, please visit the homepage of each Google product you're interested in for a link to its Terms of Service."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;My Orkut account has been suspended. Omgwtflol XD&lt;br /&gt;I'll make a new one now &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone hacked my facebook account and deactivated it! Omgwtflol XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;My real virtual world is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, i'm screwed :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-3114481625202176138?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3114481625202176138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=3114481625202176138&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/3114481625202176138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/3114481625202176138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/igot-loled.html' title='iGot LOLED :/'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-2766985435272218028</id><published>2008-06-02T18:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-02T18:26:46.911+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PIYC</title><content type='html'>PIYC, pronounced as "Pik", stands for Piss In Your Chaddi. Derived by the one who should not be named, it is used when a person sees, touches, witnesses, feels etc etc anything that's insanely awesome and out of this world, and which literally makes him/her/him+her piss in him/her/him+her chaddi.&lt;br /&gt;(For international users, chaddi = underwear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For instance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Omgwtf! That band is so PIYC! (PIK)"&lt;br /&gt;"Waaooww! She's so PIYC!"&lt;br /&gt;"You heard that album? It's so PIYC."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, please do mention the name of the one who should not be named whenever you use this gr1m and kvlt term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is so PIYC.&lt;br /&gt;kthxbai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-2766985435272218028?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2766985435272218028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=2766985435272218028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/2766985435272218028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/2766985435272218028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/piyc.html' title='PIYC'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-9044266082631146317</id><published>2008-06-02T16:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-02T16:35:51.492+05:30</updated><title type='text'>prOn + Vodafone = prOnofone</title><content type='html'>Yes, so liek when you activate EDGE/GPRS on Vodafone, you keep getting links in your inbox, as in, Free pics, wallpapers, ringtones and all. That's cool. Liek fEr ReAl &gt;_&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, I accessed an "adult" site on my cell, and since then I have been receiving "kinky links". For instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazare&lt;br /&gt;Haseen nazaron ka luft uthaye apne mobile..Click kare *link*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bollywood Queens&lt;br /&gt;All Bollywood Queens photos and ringtones! Click on link *link*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sizzling&lt;br /&gt;Sizzling Models for your mobile! Click on link *link*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoren Item      (Phoren, seriously, it was PHOREN)&lt;br /&gt;Andaz hai PHOREN ITEM ka nirala, banaye inhe apna..click kare *link*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rangeela&lt;br /&gt;Rangeeli hasinao ko download karne keliye click kare *link*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pamela Anderson   (Got this 5 times, don't know what's with Vodafone and Pamela)&lt;br /&gt;Pamela Anderson's unlimted FREE photos on your mobile for 1 hour! Click on link *link*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheer Girls&lt;br /&gt;Cheer girls se sajaye apne mobile ko. Click kare *link*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I get religious links too :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vodafone tracks you. They even read your messages! I came to know this from an insider. Umm, ok, my cousin works there. And since the day she has told me about this, I stopped visiting kinky sites :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vodafone owns me :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-9044266082631146317?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/9044266082631146317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=9044266082631146317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/9044266082631146317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/9044266082631146317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/pron-vodafone-pronofone.html' title='prOn + Vodafone = prOnofone'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-5793569835565717643</id><published>2008-06-02T10:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-02T11:08:34.958+05:30</updated><title type='text'>JLT.</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I had this conversation with a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me   : Oyeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Him : Hola! Sup?&lt;br /&gt;Me   : Nothing much, how come you onlien today?&lt;br /&gt;Him : Jlt.&lt;br /&gt;Me   : Jlt?&lt;br /&gt;Him : Lol dude Jlt.&lt;br /&gt;Me   : :/&lt;br /&gt;Him : Omg! Noob, you don't know JLT?&lt;br /&gt;Me  : Err....no.&lt;br /&gt;*more pwnage*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got a scrap from a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nothing much, jlt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what exactly is JLT?&lt;br /&gt;JLT means Just Liek That. How cool eh? And I did not know :/&lt;br /&gt;Now JLT could also mean, umm, John Loves Toys.&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe Jamaica Loves Tutankhamen.&lt;br /&gt;This is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;How about LOL?&lt;br /&gt;Love Of Lemons, Love Of Lizards, Lizards On Lemons, Loving Obese Ladies, Lots Of Licking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about LMAO?&lt;br /&gt;Leave Me Alone Ok, Lend My Ass Out, Linux My Antichrist Overlord, Labeling My Aristocratic Orangutans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about OMFG?&lt;br /&gt;Old Mens Fiery Genitals, Obese Motherly Funky Giraffe, Old Mexicans Found Germany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ROFLWAFFLES!&lt;br /&gt;Really Old Fat Lusty Witch Ate Forty Five Little Edible Sausages!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omgwtflol! XD&lt;br /&gt;Uncyclopedia is roxx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-5793569835565717643?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/5793569835565717643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=5793569835565717643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/5793569835565717643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/5793569835565717643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/jlt.html' title='JLT.'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-2910916346365703939</id><published>2008-06-02T10:35:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-02T10:43:58.047+05:30</updated><title type='text'>4,2 and .............6</title><content type='html'>Yes. 4,2 and ......................6&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but I got this weird thinger for the numbers 4,2 and............6, since I don't know when.&lt;br /&gt;4 seems liek a hot female, 2 a cool dude, and 6 an evil pervert.&lt;br /&gt;So, I want 4 and 2 to always be together. Not 4 and 6.&lt;br /&gt;Hence, I hate the numbers 46,64,146,164 and so on. And I love the numbers 24,42,124,142 and so on. 1 is neutral, and gay.&lt;br /&gt;It always seems liek 6 is evil, and is always harassing 4, and 2 always tries to protect 4.&lt;br /&gt;I totally love the number 426 &gt;_&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-2910916346365703939?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/2910916346365703939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=2910916346365703939&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/2910916346365703939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/2910916346365703939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/06/42-and-6.html' title='4,2 and .............6'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-4679592015583243907</id><published>2008-05-15T12:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-15T12:38:07.022+05:30</updated><title type='text'>12:34 11:11 2:22 3:33 4:44 And so on...</title><content type='html'>For over an year now, this weird thing has been happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;So like, whenever i'll look at the clock, it's always like, 12:34 or 11:11 or 2:22 and so on. I never wait, it just happens by itself :|&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to InternetMan, did some googling, and got this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So you see 1111, 111, 11:11, 12:12, or 4:44 all over the place? Too often to be mere coincidence? Well, you are not          alone anymore. We think there are now over 1 million folks seeing these prompts today.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These prompts are caused by a group of fun-loving angels. What George Barnard originally called the Mille-Cent-et-Onze.          In fact George first saw the 11 past 11 time signals well before the invention of the digital clock. But it's much          easier to spot these digital prompts these days.&lt;/p&gt;                                          &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The 11:11 Wake-Up Calls on your clocks, microwaves and VCR's are                the "trade-mark" prompts of a group of just 1,111 fun-loving                Spirit Guardians, or Angels. Once they have your attention, they                will use other digits, like 12:34, or 2:22 to remind you of their                presence. Invisible to our eyes, they are very real physical beings.&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our earthly 1,111 Angels, often called "Midwayers," have been assisting folks of all walks of life                for many centuries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;This is so weird :S&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-4679592015583243907?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/4679592015583243907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=4679592015583243907&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/4679592015583243907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/4679592015583243907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/05/1234-1111-222-333-444-and-so-on.html' title='12:34 11:11 2:22 3:33 4:44 And so on...'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-6943320303910178029</id><published>2008-03-24T22:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:57:57.863+05:30</updated><title type='text'>.......</title><content type='html'>People say life is a gift. Agree, but I want to unwrap this gift. Often people don't "unwrap" this gift (life), and cherish it, and say "Ahh! It's such a beautiful gift". Maybe they don't want to unwrap. I want to, I want to unwrap this gift, and appreciate it in it's full glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird, i know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-6943320303910178029?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6943320303910178029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=6943320303910178029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/6943320303910178029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/6943320303910178029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='.......'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-8869533191012223034</id><published>2008-03-23T12:16:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-23T16:30:14.212+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Questions..</title><content type='html'>*Listening to Kamelot's Abandoned*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who am I? Who are you? What am i doing here? What are you doing here? Why are we here? Why am i writing this? Why are you reading this? Is this a waste of time? Or will this change your life? Forever? For a day? For an hour? For a minute?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is empty. There are no thoughts. Just questions. Questions with no answers. I'm thinking about something right now. Yes, right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What if I make stupid grammatical mistakes in this post? People will make fun of me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I have no answer. Or maybe I don't really care. Why should I care? I have no answer.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost. It's like I have reached a dead-end. It's a dead-end to me. This dead-end is like a huge wall made of bricks, countless bricks. These bricks are like questions. I stand here, and I go through each question, but in vain. I try to ignore a few questions. Somehow I manage to break through this wall and the next thing I know, i'm drowning in an ocean. I'm drowning in these questions. I call for help. Far away, I see a ship, there is hope. I try to swim. The ship moves further away, and disappears. My answer is gone. Strange....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly did the above para mean? I have no answer.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will talk about my personal life here. I think I will. Why? I have no answer.&lt;br /&gt;This post makes no sense at all. There is no logic. I'm typing whatever that's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My name is Amjad. I'm 21. And this is my story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in Saudi Arabia. SA be my birth country. I'm an Indian. Proud to be one? No.&lt;br /&gt;Childhood memories, they make me smile. I've always been a very shy kinda boy. An introvert,also. I don't talk much. I don't socialize. No, I'm not depressed. I don't slit wrists. It's just that i want to be alone. Alone with my own thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life before 2005&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I remember, during my school days, I didn't have many friends. "Hi! How are You?" kinda friends were many. But only 2 were very very close to me. They still are. Family , friends, birthday parties, video game parlors, skateboarding,  football matches, tuitions and stuff like that. Internet, for me, was for music only back then. I didn't have time for internet to tell you the truth. Life was so exciting. Had no time for the gf/bf thing. Didn't like it anyways. 10 years ago, I met my best friend. Will always be thankful to God. He is more like a brother to me. He's in Delhi now, and happy. He has friends now. I don't have a problem with that. In fact, I'm happy for him. We talk on the phone sometimes. It makes me feel good. We both have so much in common - videogames, music, skateboarding, talking about almost anything and everything. Weird thing is, we never fought with each other. 10 years, all full of "LOLS" and "ROFLS". We were also known as "The Dew Boys", a Mountain Dew can, always in our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Life after 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29th Dec,2004. The day I left Saudi Arabia. I remember, it was around 7pm when I hugged him, for the last time. For the first time in 10 years, we hugged each other in a not-so-gay manner. It was a weird feeling, I wanted to cry, but I couldn't. We just laughed. It's been over 2 years now.&lt;br /&gt;At the airport, it was a different scene. It was terrible. Mom couldn't stop crying, sister had tears in her eyes, but she was smiling. Hugged mom and sis, and then dad. The moment i was about to hug him, i looked him in the eyes, wet. I hugged him, he said "Don't worry. Be good. Take care" and his voice started to tremble, and he broke down. A strong man, crying. I controlled myself. I laughed a bit, made a joke, he started to laugh too. And the next thing I know, I'm sitting in the departure lobby crying like a baby, that was a funny scene. I miss them so much now. I wish i could turn back time, and take away all the pain that I've given them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life here in India is completely different. I live with my Grandma and Aunt now, in a very old house, it's almost a century old. Strange eh? I don't have a room of my own. There is no privacy here. I hardly go out. I don't like my relatives. I don't trust them. I have a relative in almost every locality here in Lucknow. So I'm under constant surveillance wherever I go. College friends, I have none. The last bench belongs to me. I hardly talk in class. I don't know why. It's like I'm invisible in class or something. I wake up, goto college, come back, and them I'm online. Enter Orkut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Orkut Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, I'm thankful to Mr.Orkut for making this awesome social networking site. I've been on Orkut for almost 2 years now. Made hell loads of new friends. I started treating them like real friends.(My real social life is still non-existent). Some stayed, some deactivated their accounts. Some I don't trust, some I do. People ask me "Why are you always online?" I have no answer. And I'm online for almost 6-8 hours everyday. When I log off, I check my scrapbook again through my mobile. I don't know why. Some say, "Go make REAL friends". But where should I go? College? Where no one gives a shit? Where everyone's busy with their love thing? Where else?&lt;br /&gt;Today, I sit here, 20 scraps, pending replies. Why am I not replying? I have no answer. Why is my "pimped" profile empty? I have no answer. Friends think I'm deactivating my account. I'm not. Why am I acting this way? Maybe I want attention? I have no answer. For a minute, I want the whole world to stop, just freeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the purpose of life? Why are we here? Do you wonder? I do, now.&lt;br /&gt;I think about my future. I think about my parents. I'm there only hope. They depend on me. They are 5000kms away, in a room, thinking about me and my future. And here I'm, listening to music, talking to friends, downloading stuff. Why am I doing this? What if I die tomorrow? What if I die today? My virtual friends, they will never know. In time, they will forget.&lt;br /&gt;We often tend to neglect our parents and their dreams. We pretend that we care and all, by going to college and studying. Do you wonder what people will say once you are dead? As in today? I know, for me it will be like this "He was a decent kid. He was on the computer all day long though,listening to music." I know this for sure. I goto college, I study. But the society always ignores the "good" things. I'm not good at anything, be it studying, gaming, guitar. What am I going to do? How will I survive in this world? How will I support my parents, my "future" wife and kids? How?&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a change. I'm looking for answers. I've already found the answer to one question, and it's solitude.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me,yes, YOU. Love your parents. They've always been there for you. It's your turn now. I did hate my parents when I was a kid. Now I don't. Whatever they say, I know it's for my own good. It always is. Think about those who've lost their parents, and consider yourself lucky. Friends, they come and go. Not parents.&lt;br /&gt;And if you think your parents hate you (sometimes they do), be good to them. No matter how "evil" they get, remember, they are the reason why you are here, in this world.&lt;br /&gt;I believe in God. He is my Saviour.&lt;br /&gt;I want to runaway from everything. I want to disappear.&lt;br /&gt;I'm entering a different world. Maybe I will return. Maybe I will not.&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost. Everything seems so lifeless now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I type all this? Why did I talk about my personal life? I have no answer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-8869533191012223034?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8869533191012223034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=8869533191012223034&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/8869533191012223034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/8869533191012223034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/03/questions.html' title='Questions..'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-7043651603009367075</id><published>2008-02-24T12:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-24T12:36:08.335+05:30</updated><title type='text'>RIP ChunniLal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/R8EXJ52Dd9I/AAAAAAAAABg/xo3KidVXNrA/s1600-h/18112007555chunni.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/R8EXJ52Dd9I/AAAAAAAAABg/xo3KidVXNrA/s400/18112007555chunni.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170439306111842258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so sorry. Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;Will miss you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-7043651603009367075?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7043651603009367075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=7043651603009367075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/7043651603009367075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/7043651603009367075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/02/rip-chunnilal.html' title='RIP ChunniLal'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/R8EXJ52Dd9I/AAAAAAAAABg/xo3KidVXNrA/s72-c/18112007555chunni.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-7865407398318176388</id><published>2008-01-18T15:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-18T15:07:18.328+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kamelot - Abandoned</title><content type='html'>Once my life was plain and clear&lt;br /&gt;I recall&lt;br /&gt;Once my ignorance was bliss&lt;br /&gt;Nightfall came&lt;br /&gt;Like a serpent’s kiss&lt;br /&gt;To my troubled mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why... oh why my god...&lt;br /&gt;Have you abandoned me&lt;br /&gt;in my sobriety&lt;br /&gt;Behind the old façade&lt;br /&gt;I'm your bewildered child&lt;br /&gt;So take me cross the river wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binding promisses were made&lt;br /&gt;On my soul&lt;br /&gt;Grand illusions lead astray&lt;br /&gt;Ice cold winds swept my heart away&lt;br /&gt;bring me back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why... oh why my god...&lt;br /&gt;Have you abandoned me&lt;br /&gt;in my sobriety&lt;br /&gt;Behind the old façade&lt;br /&gt;I'm your bewildered child&lt;br /&gt;So take me cross the river wide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a song&lt;br /&gt;like in a dream&lt;br /&gt;Where September was long&lt;br /&gt;And winter unreal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why oh why my God above&lt;br /&gt;Have you abandoned me&lt;br /&gt;in my sobriety&lt;br /&gt;Behind the old façade&lt;br /&gt;I'm your bewildered child&lt;br /&gt;So take me cross the river wide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-7865407398318176388?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7865407398318176388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=7865407398318176388&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/7865407398318176388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/7865407398318176388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/01/kamelot-abandoned.html' title='Kamelot - Abandoned'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-569810178682304764</id><published>2008-01-17T16:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-18T14:55:30.648+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How To Get Famous In Lucknow.</title><content type='html'>1. Form a band&lt;br /&gt;2. Cover songs from mainstream bands (LP,Greenday,Jal,Nirvana,Metallica and some unholy indian stuff)&lt;br /&gt;3. Create a community on Orkut.&lt;br /&gt;4. Send invites/spread the word&lt;br /&gt;5. Perform at some lame ass mall (crowd=uncles,aunties,kids and emo garlz)&lt;br /&gt;6. More performances.&lt;br /&gt;7. Talk shit about other bands.&lt;br /&gt;8. Talk to emo garlz from the comm.&lt;br /&gt;9. Get laid (highly unlikely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And voila! you are now a musician with a fan following!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is quantity, but no quality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-569810178682304764?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/569810178682304764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=569810178682304764&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/569810178682304764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/569810178682304764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-to-get-famous-in-lucknow.html' title='How To Get Famous In Lucknow.'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-3146065058715085446</id><published>2007-12-31T11:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-31T12:01:58.890+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HapPEE NeeWD EeeYAAR xD</title><content type='html'>yes,2008,no,2008. its another year, same shit, sadness.&lt;br /&gt;so its time time again for the revolutionary resolutions harharharhar!!!&lt;br /&gt;so like, yes, i'll definitely stick to a few things, like "seriously"  bleh xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Watch pr0n, yes! pr0n!&lt;br /&gt;2.Take up the guitar seriously,enough of covering songs,time for my originals,practice everday for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;3.Watch more pr0n.&lt;br /&gt;4.Study hard...ahem ahem *cough*&lt;br /&gt;5.More charity, cut down on uselss spending and stuff&lt;br /&gt;6.Buy an audio cd every month xD&lt;br /&gt;7.More gaming. RAWR!!!!!! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tired already...sigh...&lt;br /&gt;hopefully,yes, i will stick to all. uuuh...maybe just 6&lt;br /&gt;\m/(&gt;_&lt;)\m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-3146065058715085446?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3146065058715085446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=3146065058715085446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/3146065058715085446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/3146065058715085446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/12/happee-neewd-eeeyaar-xd.html' title='HapPEE NeeWD EeeYAAR xD'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-7522283296048695876</id><published>2007-12-18T20:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-18T20:28:39.018+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Touching Story....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;What would you do?  You make the choice.  Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one.  Read it anyway.  My question is:  Would you have made the same choice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;At a fund raising dinner for a school that serves learning-disabled children, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended.  After extolling the school and its dedicated staff, he offered a question: "When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does is done with perfection.  Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do.  He cannot understand things as other children do. Where is the natural order of things in my son?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience was stilled by the query.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The father continued. "I believe that when a child like Shay, physically and mentally handicapped, comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way that other people treat that child."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he told the following story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Shay and his father had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball.  Shay asked, "Do you think they'll let me play?" Shay's father knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but the father also understood that if his son were allowed to play, it would give him a much needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Shay's father approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play.  The boy looked around for guidance and said, "We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning.  I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt.  His father watched with a small tear in his eye and warmth in his heart.  The boys saw the father's joy at his son being accepted.  In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs, but was still behind by three.  In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field.  Even though no balls came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as his father waved to him from the stands.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again.  Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat. At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?  Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat.  Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;However, as Shay stepped up to the plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.  The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.  The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.  As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;The game would now be over.  The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman. Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.  Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, "Shay, run to first! Run to first!"  Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.  He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone yelled, "Run to second, run to second!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base. By the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . . . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.  He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head. Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the base toward home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;All were screaming, "Shay, Shay, Shay, all the way, Shay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, "Run to third! Shay, run to third!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, "Shay, run home! Run home!"  Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"That day", said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, "the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making his father so happy, and coming home and seeing his mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND NOW, A LITTLE FOOTNOTE TO THIS STORY&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:  We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.  The crude &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;ones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;color:#000080;"   &gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Tahoma;font-size:130%;"  &gt;If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the "appropriate" ones to receive this type of message.  Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference. We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the "natural order of things."  So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice: Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity, or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wise man once said, &lt;i&gt;"Every society is judged by how it  treats it's least fortunate amongst them."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000080;"   &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-7522283296048695876?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7522283296048695876/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-3412205835088909674</id><published>2007-09-22T18:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T19:20:09.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Everyday.....</title><content type='html'>A list of " Everything Everyday "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sites that i visit everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com&lt;br /&gt;http:///www.orkut.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.last.fm/user/ReD666&lt;br /&gt;http://mail.yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.digg.com&lt;br /&gt;http://www.google.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apps that i use everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winamp&lt;br /&gt;Last.fm&lt;br /&gt;Mozilla Firefox&lt;br /&gt;Getright&lt;br /&gt;Bitcomet&lt;br /&gt;Gtalk&lt;br /&gt;MSN Messenger&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo Messenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artists that i listen to everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt;Kamelot&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Benjamin&lt;br /&gt;Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word that i listen to everyday.&lt;br /&gt;"Study!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-3412205835088909674?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/3412205835088909674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=3412205835088909674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/3412205835088909674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/3412205835088909674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/09/everyday.html' title='Everyday.....'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-3736789136047131106</id><published>2007-09-10T17:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-10T17:17:42.199+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Personality Chart</title><content type='html'>Check This Out....Weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/RuUusF91KdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qAXjUJLJNI4/s1600-h/Clipboard01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" 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href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-personality-chart.html' title='My Personality Chart'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/RuUusF91KdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/qAXjUJLJNI4/s72-c/Clipboard01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-7312439016051788615</id><published>2007-09-09T19:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-09T20:36:25.214+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Joy Of Giving......</title><content type='html'>Last week has been really special for me. I've realized a few things which sure have changed the way i look at life now...the whole perspective..has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to introduce you to Mr.A (identity with held), a 35 something, married,father of 3. He lives in a small house, a room actually,with a bathroom. His monthly income is around 1500 rupees. Monthly rent is 900rupees, 100 rupees for the school fees. That leaves him with 500 rupees for clothing,food and other requirements. Survival in this kind of financial position is very very difficult,almost impossible these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He comes to our house a few times every week, just to hang around and talk about things. He never asks for "monetary help".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my monthly pocket money/allowance is 2000rupees, half the money i spend on magz,novels,cds. Half the money on petrol,mobile. There is certainly a waste of money. Last week i decided to do something. Something that i'll stick to no matter what happens. Ive decided to help out Mr.A, financially. Yesterday, i went to his house. He was more than glad to see me and he literally hugged me. It felt weird, in a nice way. I talked to him about the "monetary help", and he refused, giving that i'm-so-embarrassed smile. I convinced him and gave him 700rupees. Trust me,he had tears in his eyes. I told him, "100 are for the school fees, the boys education shouldn't be compromised,these boys are your future. And the rest for your other expenses."&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing is just between us two, no one knows about it.And i want it to be that way, i told him. When i was about to leave he just gave me this hug which lasted forever, he was crying. That hug was different from the first one, it was so full of harmony,joy,peace and love. I told him to be brave and believe in the power of prayer and god. The moment i came out of his house, i felt this sudden chill down my spine, goosebumps kinda thing. I was walking down the street and had this big smile on my face, i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my allowance has gone down to 1300rupees, and i don't feel bad at all. I'll be helping him out every month. And yeah, next week, there's a wedding in our locality, and i've already donated 300rupees today, for the food. It feels so awesome! I don't know, but it feels so good from the inside when i see people happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let me clarify a few things. I'm not typing this whole thing just to show people how "generous" or "fluffy"i am, no. I don't want to impress girls and make them go "oh! hes so nice, i'll ask him out.",no. I don't want to get laid,no. I just want you, my brothers and my brother's sisters, to experience the joy of giving. Its a feeling thats worth,umm, i don't know how many zillion dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at the world around you. This world needs you. If people, like you and me, give generously, this world will turn into a better place,thats for sure. We are slaves of the materialistic world. We don't own things, things own us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the words of Tyler Durden :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are products of lifestyle obsession. Murder, crime, poverty do not  concern me. What concerns me are celebrity magazines, television with five  hundred channels and a designer name on my underwear"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just ignore the murder,crime,poverty part.You get the picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-7312439016051788615?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/7312439016051788615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=7312439016051788615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/7312439016051788615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/7312439016051788615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/09/joy-of-giving.html' title='The Joy Of Giving......'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-298877345876929478</id><published>2007-07-15T21:07:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:30:48.228+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ulcers &lt;--&gt; Mountain Dew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/RppDpS6OnNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7-RjDioV0MQ/s1600-h/09072007104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087453105798159570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="160" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/RppDpS6OnNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7-RjDioV0MQ/s320/09072007104.jpg" width="289" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this is what i got recently...ulcers...and i told my dad about it..the first thing he said "No Mountain Dew Now"&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/RppECi6OnOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/_5zQkMYwsFM/s1600-h/Clipboard01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whats with ulcers and mountain dew? :S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wokay,i admit, im addicted to dew, 4-5 cans everyday, but...whats the thing with ulcers?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year,i was throwing up blood..wokay, not literally, it came out,in a very small amount, when i went *cough* *cough* doctors said that it was due to excess of menthol in my lungs, and menthol is found in.... dew! And unfortunately, the doc told my dad abt this, and then there was "the ban"... well, everything got back to normal....(4-5 cans everyday) when this ulcer thingy happened...and now theres "the ban" again... god help me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(im still drinking 4-5 cans everyday...muahahaha...the fridge is so big,im hiding the cans in there....muahahaaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-298877345876929478?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/298877345876929478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=298877345876929478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/298877345876929478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/298877345876929478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/ulcers-mountain-dew.html' title='Ulcers &lt;--&gt; Mountain Dew'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/RppDpS6OnNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/7-RjDioV0MQ/s72-c/09072007104.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-8706597272529915043</id><published>2007-07-09T23:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:15:44.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;UFO Sighting In India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt; Two unidentified flying objects were spotted hovering/manouvering over Karnal (Punjab) and Delhi. DC of Punjab refused to comment and had a verbal fight with a tv reporter.. Conspiracy? StarNews has been showing the footage, they look like ufos,bluish light,there are actually two ufos in the footage and one does a very cool looking manouver,goes right,stops, and then goes left with the other ufo, something an ordianry jet fighter cant do.....these ufo were apart of type3 civilaztion, to my knowledge... ( later on the types of civilizations)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Aliens do exist, i beileve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-8706597272529915043?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/8706597272529915043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=8706597272529915043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/8706597272529915043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/8706597272529915043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/ufo-sighting-in-india-two-unidentified.html' title=''/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-6569019674283855012</id><published>2007-07-09T23:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T00:18:25.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;still alive, and not kicking...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;let the blogging begin :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-6569019674283855012?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/6569019674283855012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=6569019674283855012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/6569019674283855012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/6569019674283855012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2007/07/still-alive-and-not-kicking.html' title=''/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114468882283953925</id><published>2006-04-10T22:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:40:50.723+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Kind Of A Rocker Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are an Emo Rocker!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/emo-rocker.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expressive and deep, lyrics are really your thing.&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't mean you don't rock out...&lt;br /&gt;You just rock out with meaning.&lt;br /&gt;For you, rock is more about connecting than grandstanding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofrockerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Rocker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;eh, i want to be myself, unique and different. but i also want to be like daron malakian :)&lt;br /&gt;he is \mm/&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/17951617-114468882283953925?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114468882283953925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114468857367491376</id><published>2006-04-10T22:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:34:44.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Color Should Your Blog Be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blog Should Be Yellow&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/yellow.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a cheerful, upbeat blogger who tends to make everyone laugh.&lt;br /&gt;You are a great storyteller, and the first to post the latest funny link.&lt;br /&gt;You're also friendly and welcoming to everyone who comments on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyourblogorjournalbequiz/"&gt;What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eeww...i hate yellow... Black I Like..BLACK BLACK!!&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/17951617-114468857367491376?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114468857367491376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=114468857367491376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114468857367491376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114468857367491376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-color-should-your-blog-be.html' title='What Color Should Your Blog Be?'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114468843675251981</id><published>2006-04-10T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:31:12.946+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How Machiavellian Are You??</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are The Opposite of Machiavellian&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/not-mach.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have a cynical, power hungry bone in your body.&lt;br /&gt;Honest and kind, you believe being a good person is the most important thing.&lt;br /&gt;While your upstanding morals should be admired, be careful!&lt;br /&gt;You're at risk for being manipulated and toyed with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howmachiavellianareyouquiz/"&gt;How Machiavellian Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;\m/&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/17951617-114468843675251981?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114468843675251981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=114468843675251981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114468843675251981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114468843675251981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-machiavellian-are-you.html' title='How Machiavellian Are You??'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114468829580290210</id><published>2006-04-10T22:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:29:19.953+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Does Your Candy Heart Say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 238, 238);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Candy Heart Says "First Kiss"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/first-kiss.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a true romantic who brings an innocent hope to each new relationship.&lt;br /&gt;You see the good in every person you date, and you relish each step of falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal Valentine's Day date: a romantic dinner your sweetie cooks for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: friendly and sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What turns you off: cynics who don't believe in romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you're hot: you always keep the romance alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourcandyheartsayquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Candy Heart Say?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;sweet...&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/17951617-114468829580290210?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114467350999884334</id><published>2006-04-10T18:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:22:12.390+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Color Heart Do You Have?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Heart Is Pink&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/pink.gif" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relationships, you like to play innocent - even though you aren't.&lt;br /&gt;Each time you fall in love, it's like falling for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your flirting style: Coy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your lucky first date: Picnic in the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream lover: Is both caring and dominant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What you bring to relationships: Romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorheartdoyouhavequiz/"&gt;What Color Heart Do You Have?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;eheheeh...&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/17951617-114467350999884334?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114467350999884334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114467327881513297</id><published>2006-04-10T18:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:19:12.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Sign Should You Be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(192, 227, 243);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;You Should Be A Sagittarius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ddf0f9"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldyoubequiz/sagittarius.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's good about you: bold and adventure loving, life is one big party for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's bad about you: you don't think before speaking - and you often regret it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love: you're flirtatiously playful, but you never play games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In friendship, you're: the one who keeps everyone laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal job: fortune teller, philosopher, or athlete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your sense of fashion: your own mix of vintage and new pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to pig out on: anything you haven't tried before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignshouldyoubequiz/"&gt;What Sign Should You Be?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;wow..i am a &lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Sagittarius&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...im lovin' it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&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/17951617-114467327881513297?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114467327881513297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=114467327881513297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114467327881513297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114467327881513297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-sign-should-you-be.html' title='What Sign Should You Be?'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114467305388447930</id><published>2006-04-10T18:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:14:32.756+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The 5 Factor Personality Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(191, 233, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Five Factor Personality Profile&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#def4ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/personality.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extroversion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high extroversion.&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing and engaging, with both strangers and friends.&lt;br /&gt;You truly enjoy being with people and bring energy into any situation.&lt;br /&gt;Enthusiastic and fun, you're the first to say "let's go!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscientiousness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high conscientiousness.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent and reliable, you tend to succeed in life.&lt;br /&gt;Most things in your life are organized and planned well.&lt;br /&gt;But you borderline on being a total perfectionist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agreeableness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have high agreeableness.&lt;br /&gt;You are easy to get along with, and you value harmony highly.&lt;br /&gt;Helpful and generous, you are willing to compromise with almost anyone.&lt;br /&gt;You give people the benefit of the doubt and don't mind giving someone a second chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuroticism:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have medium neuroticism.&lt;br /&gt;You're generally cool and collected, but sometimes you do panic.&lt;br /&gt;Little worries or problems can consume you, draining your energy.&lt;br /&gt;Your life is pretty smooth, but there's a few emotional bumps you'd like to get rid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Openness to experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your openness to new experiences is high.&lt;br /&gt;In life, you tend to be an early adopter of all new things and ideas.&lt;br /&gt;You'll try almost anything interesting, and you're constantly pushing your own limits.&lt;br /&gt;A great connoisseir of art and beauty, you can find the positive side of almost anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/thefivefactorpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Five Factor Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;nniice...&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/17951617-114467305388447930?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114467305388447930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=114467305388447930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114467305388447930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114467305388447930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2006/04/5-factor-personality-test.html' title='The 5 Factor Personality Test'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114467275911935104</id><published>2006-04-10T18:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:09:38.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How Selfish Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ou Are 12% Selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howselfishareyouquiz/selfish-1.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, you're a warm, caring considerate person.&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure to get your way sometimes. There's a fine line between unselfish and pushover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howselfishareyouquiz/"&gt;How Selfish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/17951617-114467275911935104?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114467275911935104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=114467275911935104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114467275911935104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114467275911935104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-selfish-are-you.html' title='How Selfish Are You?'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114467253740797692</id><published>2006-04-10T18:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:06:40.040+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Kind Of A Seducer Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="350"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(238, 233, 233);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Seduction Style: Fantasy Lover&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/fantasy-lover.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that ideal love that each of us dreams of from childhood? That's you!&lt;br /&gt;Not because you posess all of the ideal characteristics, but because you are a savvy shape shifter.&lt;br /&gt;You have the uncanny ability to detect someone's particular fantasy... and make it you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You inspire each person to be an idealist and passionate, and you make each moment memorable&lt;br /&gt;Even a simple coffee date with you can be the most romantic moment of someone's life&lt;br /&gt;By giving your date exactly what he or she desires, you quickly become the ideal lover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your abilities to make dreams come true is so strong, that you are often the love of many people's lives.&lt;br /&gt;Your ex's (and even people you have simply met or been friends with) long to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;No doubt you are the one others have dreamed of... your biggest challenge is finding *your* dream lover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofseducerareyouquiz/"&gt;What Kind of Seducer Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;wow....&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/17951617-114467253740797692?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114467253740797692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=114467253740797692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114467253740797692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114467253740797692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-kind-of-seducer-are-you.html' title='What Kind Of A Seducer Are You?'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114464868461809031</id><published>2006-04-10T11:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T17:39:23.116+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Kind Of Flirt Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are a Natural Flirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/natural-flirt.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Believe it or not, you're a really effective flirt.And you're so good, you hardly notice that you're flirting.Your attitude and confidence make you a natural flirt.And the fact that you don't know it is just that more attractive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Kind of Flirt Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatkindofflirtareyouquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;am not a flirt! but ppl say that i am! maybe its natural :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm 19 and i never had a gf...heck ive never even talked to a girl...ya know...as in Face2Face.... hell...not even on the phone.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-114464868461809031?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114464868461809031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=114464868461809031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114464868461809031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114464868461809031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-kind-of-flirt-are-you.html' title='What Kind Of Flirt Are You?'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114464849100897199</id><published>2006-04-10T11:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:25:08.420+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How Open Minded Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are 72% Open Minded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/open-3.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are a very open minded person, but you're also well grounded.Tolerant and flexible, you appreciate most lifestyles and viewpoints.But you also know where you stand firm, and you can draw that line.You're open to considering every possibility - but in the end, you stand true to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Open Minded Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howopenmindedareyouquiz/&lt;/a&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/17951617-114464849100897199?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114464832395924364</id><published>2006-04-10T11:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:22:25.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Sign Is Your True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your True Love Is a Cancer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/cancer.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Why you'll love a Cancer:&lt;br /&gt;Cancer's loyal and sincere heart makes your own sensitive heart melt.Caring and devoted, a Cancer will take the lead in pursuing you - and not give up!&lt;br /&gt;Why a Cancer will love you:&lt;br /&gt;You're laid back enough to deal with Cancer's little mood swings and freak-outs.A fellow homebody, you know how make Cancer comfortable and at home with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Sign Is Your True Love?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatsignisyourtruelovequiz/&lt;/a&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/17951617-114464832395924364?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114464832395924364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114464805794200347</id><published>2006-04-10T11:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:18:13.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Eye Color</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your Eyes Should Be Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/brown.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your eyes reflect: Depth and wisdom&lt;br /&gt;What's hidden behind your eyes: A tender heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What Color Should Your Eyes Be?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatcolorshouldyoureyesbequiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-114464805794200347?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114464805794200347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=114464805794200347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114464805794200347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114464805794200347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2006/04/eye-color.html' title='Eye Color'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114464778499286060</id><published>2006-04-10T11:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:13:04.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Talent</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#B9D3EE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/volcano.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have the natural talent of rocking the boat, thwarting the system.And while this may not seem big, it can be.It's people like you who serve as the catalysts to major cultural changes.You're just a bit behind the scenes, so no one really notices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-114464778499286060?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114464778499286060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=114464778499286060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114464778499286060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114464778499286060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2006/04/hidden-talent.html' title='Hidden Talent'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114464761524072798</id><published>2006-04-10T11:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:12:07.653+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Outrageous Name</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#b6b6c2;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Your Outrageous Name is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#d7d6de"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/outrageousnamegenerator/shocked.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pat Maweenie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Outrageous Name Generator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/outrageousnamegenerator/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/outrageousnamegenerator/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-114464761524072798?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114464761524072798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=114464761524072798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114464761524072798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114464761524072798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-outrageous-name.html' title='My Outrageous Name'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114464686473819893</id><published>2006-04-10T10:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-10T11:01:50.903+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am I Evil?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;You Are 12% Evil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#dddddd"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/evil-1.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are good. So good, that you make evil people squirm.Just remember, you may need to turn to the dark side to get what you want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How Evil Are You?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/"&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/howevilareyouquiz/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-114464686473819893?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114464686473819893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=114464686473819893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114464686473819893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114464686473819893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2006/04/am-i-evil.html' title='Am I Evil?'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114412386513831977</id><published>2006-04-04T09:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-04T09:57:45.826+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aiye...Samurai...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so yesterday i got my first mobike, and its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;cooool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;its a classic 96 model of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUZUKI SAMURAI (aiye!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/1600/Image(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/320/Image%28011%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, i was given a choice {{suzuki or enfield}} .. and i said Aiye!!Samurai!!&lt;br /&gt;been obsessed with this bike, its so ..evil..and rare, and i have this habit,, whatever stuff i buy, i never sell it, ppl were like "the resale value is not good" ...whatever... anyways heres that other bike, enfield...i'll buy it someday....whatday... anotherday....anyday...whateverday...not today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/1600/thunderbird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/320/thunderbird.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-114412386513831977?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114412386513831977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=114412386513831977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114412386513831977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114412386513831977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2006/04/aiyesamurai.html' title='Aiye...Samurai...'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114407201642586295</id><published>2006-04-03T19:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:16:56.440+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>whoa..my new blog (crowd going crazy) on &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;half-life 2&lt;/span&gt;..whoa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hornylife2.blogspot.com"&gt;City 69&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-114407201642586295?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114407201642586295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=114407201642586295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114407201642586295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114407201642586295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2006/04/whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114319095152520617</id><published>2006-03-24T14:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-24T14:33:35.903+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Teddy The Alien</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/1600/teddy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/320/teddy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;""hello world, my name is teddy. and i come from another planet. ""&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres nothing wrong with this cat, its his way of relaxing...&lt;br /&gt;doesnt he look like a teddy bear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-114319095152520617?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114319095152520617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=114319095152520617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114319095152520617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114319095152520617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2006/03/teddy-alien.html' title='Teddy The Alien'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-114319058926470046</id><published>2006-03-24T14:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-24T14:26:29.263+05:30</updated><title type='text'>its been a while...</title><content type='html'>so...today is the 24th day of the 3rd month...hmm...my last post was on 30th oct.. whoa....its been a while...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so like whoa..im back..whoa..i'll be posting regulary,&lt;br /&gt;(nobody comes here anyway) im just talking to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make love  not war&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-114319058926470046?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/114319058926470046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=114319058926470046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114319058926470046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/114319058926470046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-been-while.html' title='its been a while...'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-113068241948006604</id><published>2005-10-30T18:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-30T21:02:34.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>][-][ ][ ][\/][ Dark Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/1600/himphoto4.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px" height="221" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/320/himphoto4.1.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;][-][ ][ ][\/][&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;'s latest album Dark Light is excellent..simply beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;][-][ ][ ][\/][&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is going to release six diff singles from this album. \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my review, ofcourse it'll be a good one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;][-][ ][ ][\/][&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Forever \m/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;][-][ ][ ][\/][&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dark Light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tracklist&lt;br /&gt;01. Vampire Heart&lt;br /&gt;02. Rip Out the Wings of a Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;03. Behind the Crimson Door&lt;br /&gt;04. Killing Loneliness&lt;br /&gt;05. Dark Light&lt;br /&gt;06. Drunk on Shadows&lt;br /&gt;07. Under the Rose&lt;br /&gt;08. Play Dead&lt;br /&gt;09. Face of God&lt;br /&gt;10. Night Side of Eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vampire Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title itself is so gothic,i love it. The song has a thrash-metal riff,first one for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;][-][ ][ ][\/][&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And a soaring chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Rip Out the Wings of a Butterfly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very jolly song with an explosive chorus and a good bridge. The verse are equally good. The muted guitar riff in the verse is AWESOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Behind the Crimson Door&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ville wrote the lyrics in 5 minutes while sitting on a hill in LA.They first called it 'Kajagoogoo' lol. Cheesy beginning, but when the guitar's kick in, its simply perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Killing Loneliness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilliant song. Thunderous guitars, melodic keyboards, and ville's beautiful voice makes this a 5-star song. Whenever you'll listen to it, you'll sing along with it, guaranteed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dark Light&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbing lyrics, pop feel, grumblin guitars. These kind of songs can be played at "Top Of The Pops" and a metal club. And these kind of songs are rare. This song is for the ladies, very sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drunk On Shadows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar-dominated,very melodic, dark and broody lyrics= good combination = beautiful song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Under The Rose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First debuted as an acoustic at a &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;][-][ ][ ][\/][&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; gig. But in the album, its the heaviest, very punkish. It's the first time that &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;][-][ ][ ][\/][&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; use electronica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play Dead&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like "Sweet Pandemonium" from Love Metal. A beautiful ballad with some heavy riffs. Not for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Face Of God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very spooky song, crazy thundering drums and a killer chorus.Way to go!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Night Side of Eden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simply the best. The song is about the politics of heart :) It has a choir too! Will top the charts if released as a single 100% sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall - &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;10/10&lt;/span&gt; (It was obvious)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;][-][ ][ ][\/][&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;1. Ville Valo - Vocals (sitting) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;2. Linde - Guitar (blondie)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;3. Gas - Drums (bald guy)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;4. Burton - Keyboard (right side of linde)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;5. Mige - Bass (behind ville)&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/17951617-113068241948006604?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/113068241948006604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=113068241948006604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/113068241948006604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/113068241948006604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2005/10/dark-light.html' title='][-][ ][ ][\/][ Dark Light'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-112989591623768867</id><published>2005-10-21T15:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-21T17:33:44.030+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mommy, I'm Scared.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/1600/spidder1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/320/spidder1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muahahaha!! &lt;strong&gt;F.E.A.R&lt;/strong&gt; !! Are you afraid of being lonely? Are you afraid of spiders? Are you afraid of having an erect penis? Are you afraid of beautiful women? Are you afraid of getting raped? Are you afraid of handsome men? Are you.....Are you.......ssshhhhh.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go to &lt;a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phobialist.com"&gt;www.phobialist.com&lt;/a&gt; and discover your&lt;strong&gt; F.E.A.R&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;POLYPHOBIC,Achluophobic,Anuptophobic,Arachnophobic,Cleisiophobic,Coulrophobic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Defecaloesiophobic,Didaskaleinophobic,Hagiophobic,Helminthophobic,Leukophobic,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Luiphobic,Medomalacuphobic,Papaphobic,Syphilophobic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What Are You? Ssshhh......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-112989591623768867?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/112989591623768867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=112989591623768867&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/112989591623768867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/112989591623768867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2005/10/mommy-im-scared.html' title='Mommy, I&apos;m Scared.'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-112985825448814972</id><published>2005-10-21T04:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-21T16:26:19.303+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quake 4 : Underrated</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/1600/quake4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/320/quake4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most anticipated game of 2005 is out now. Quake 4 released by id Software( developed by Raven ) is the next best thing after Half Life 2. However, there are some homosexuals who think the game is full of shit. And our biggest faggot is the gamespot.com editor who is in love with rpgs and i dont know why he reviews shooters. Gamespot.com gave it 8.0/10 , GTA:SA got 9.6/10. WHY WHY WHY? GTA has no story, its all about shooting ppl,stealing vehicles and bangin ugly chicks in your car. &lt;strong&gt;Fuck Gamespot&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other Ratings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/1600/quake_screen001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="186" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/320/quake_screen001.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IGN 8.2 / 10&lt;br /&gt;GamePro 4 / 5&lt;br /&gt;Avault 4.5 / 5&lt;br /&gt;1UP 8 / 10&lt;br /&gt;Game Zone 8.8 / 10&lt;br /&gt;CheatCodeCentral 4 / 5&lt;br /&gt;Console Gold 89 / 100&lt;br /&gt;Telefragged 90 / 100&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-112985825448814972?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/112985825448814972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=112985825448814972&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/112985825448814972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/112985825448814972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2005/10/quake-4-underrated.html' title='Quake 4 : Underrated'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-112981282747141406</id><published>2005-10-20T17:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-20T18:23:47.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Very Controversial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/1600/images(1)1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 106px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="133" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/320/images%281%291.jpg" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;---&lt;/span&gt; Now this is what i call pure controversy. Here we have the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Molester&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Molested&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; hugging each other. Something wrong, hmm. A little info on the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Molester&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, you already know the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; God of Child Molesters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He comes from the sky. He is most probably from another planet. He Is An Alien. His name is a synonym for molestation. His name is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Molester Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (popularly known as &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;MJ&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the real world, we have the Queen teaming up with the FBI and screwin' up all the child molesters, and here she is, hugging the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God Of Child Molesters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A Conspiracy? I wonder. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;Note: FBI Pls Check This Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-112981282747141406?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/112981282747141406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=112981282747141406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/112981282747141406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/112981282747141406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2005/10/very-controversial.html' title='Very Controversial'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-112971122086725632</id><published>2005-10-19T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-20T17:58:41.476+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The "Let's Get Molested" Campaign</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/1600/oprah_winfrey303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/320/oprah_winfrey303.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/1600/link.oprah3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/616/1744/320/link.oprah3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;crowd goin woohoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oprah&lt;/strong&gt; : " Hello and welcome to the&lt;strong&gt; Oprah Molestation Show&lt;/strong&gt;, wow...You ppl are amazing...I was &lt;strong&gt;molested&lt;/strong&gt; blablabla i was &lt;strong&gt;molested&lt;/strong&gt; blablabla she was &lt;strong&gt;molested&lt;/strong&gt; blablabla he was &lt;strong&gt;molested &lt;/strong&gt;they were &lt;strong&gt;molested&lt;/strong&gt;..........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends, say hello to the &lt;strong&gt;molestation&lt;/strong&gt; Queen Oprah...the Queen who has devastated the oh so innocent world of child &lt;strong&gt;molesters&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is a strange pattern i noticed yesterday,,,something very wierd, its all about the monopoly and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;$$$&lt;/span&gt;... oprah is a real &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;$$$&lt;/span&gt; freak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Queen was &lt;strong&gt;molested&lt;/strong&gt; at a very early age..4 i guess and then at regular intervals...so sorry for the Queen... 2 minutes of silence please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;..................................................&lt;br /&gt;..................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why was she &lt;strong&gt;molested&lt;/strong&gt;? she isnt even remotely attractive.... what was in the mind of her &lt;strong&gt;molester&lt;/strong&gt;....i wonder...Anyways ppl, back to the main topic, oops, havent even started yet,bah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Queen was &lt;strong&gt;molested&lt;/strong&gt; at a very early age, now she's a grown up woman, and she's most probably wearin pure 24carat gold panties. don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You still don't get it? Oh puhleez...loot at the title of the post.....anything? bah..&lt;br /&gt;What i want to tell y'all is that our Queen got &lt;strong&gt;molested&lt;/strong&gt; and now is a bling bling celebrity... now it's our turn,&lt;strong&gt; Let's Get Molested&lt;/strong&gt; and become famous and rich, hence The "&lt;strong&gt;Let's Get Molested&lt;/strong&gt;" Campaign. Our Queen is a very cunning lady, she knew that &lt;strong&gt;molestation&lt;/strong&gt; was the only way to get famous, and rich. Our Queen is now a celeb and shes butt-fucking all the child &lt;strong&gt;molesters&lt;/strong&gt; so there will be no &lt;strong&gt;molestation&lt;/strong&gt; victims, i.e, no celebs, very cunning, shes headed for world domination, yeah yeah she looks very innocent, but looks can be deceptive, specially of a &lt;strong&gt;molestation&lt;/strong&gt; victim..beware..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its about time...LET'S GET RICH...LET'S GET FAMOUS...&lt;strong&gt;LET'S GET MO MO MO MOLESTED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;LEGAL NOTICE : THIS POST IS IN NO WAY MEANT TO HARM THE FEELINGS OF THE QUEEN, one more thing... I DONT WANNA GO TO JAIL FOR THIS POST. THE QUEEN IS EVIL, GOD BLESS AMERICA FOR THE INTERNET, I GOT FREEDOM OF SPEECH, I DONT WANNA GO TO JAIL... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-112971122086725632?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/112971122086725632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=112971122086725632&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/112971122086725632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/112971122086725632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2005/10/lets-get-molested-campaign.html' title='The &quot;Let&apos;s Get Molested&quot; Campaign'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17951617.post-112955603966703290</id><published>2005-10-17T18:40:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-30T19:54:16.214+05:30</updated><title type='text'>welcome to fluffy feelings....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;amigos...welcome to&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;fluffy feelings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.... why&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;fluffy feelings&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ? becos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;girls&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;boys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; fluffy feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;MUAHAHAHA&lt;/strong&gt;... tried many names..but i guess i missed a whole year in this blog thingy...so whatever...its just a name...&lt;br /&gt;some stuff about me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;name: amjad&lt;br /&gt;age:20&lt;br /&gt;dob: dec9 86&lt;br /&gt;gendaar:male&lt;br /&gt;location 1: lucknow/india&lt;br /&gt;location 2: jeddah/ksa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;interests: hmm..lets see...ah..dammit..its a long list..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies i like: &lt;a href="http://www.flixster.com/user/solitaryman555"&gt;http://www.flixster.com/user/solitaryman555&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;music i like: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/user/ReD666"&gt;http://www.last.fm/user/ReD666&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misc: videogames \m/ xbox/ps2/dreamcast/ngageqd/turbografix owner \mm/i love shooters and hooters :) , hl2 quake3arena,ut2k, counterstrike,halo,halo2, farcry, brothers in arms, XBOX, game design, animation,modelling,guitar, i like the oprah show, becos its all about molestation and baby raping sodomizing perverts,telekinesis,martial arts,nunchuks,shiruken,bo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess i'll blog next year... my fingers are bleeding...asjd dfj reopwoq, blud eberybere on mi gaybored...cannon sea duh albabets....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;otsego amigo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17951617-112955603966703290?l=fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/feeds/112955603966703290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17951617&amp;postID=112955603966703290&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/112955603966703290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17951617/posts/default/112955603966703290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fluffyfeelings.blogspot.com/2005/10/welcome-to-fluffy-feelings.html' title='welcome to fluffy feelings....'/><author><name>Amjad Khan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10906280739814432194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9QPJz2lk22g/SLWCu96imuI/AAAAAAAAAEo/Pxvu16G5Tgw/S220/270620081324.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
