<?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-580340544556007703</id><updated>2011-07-08T04:07:21.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I say " What the Fack ?!"</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is about all the bastards in the world. It's about Me. It's about you. This is where I bitch.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-919926826952832776</id><published>2010-01-22T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T00:03:01.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>The more I try to behave like a responsible child. The more I compromise so that everyone is happy. The more is the endeavor to stretch the limits. I hope it doesn't break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580340544556007703-919926826952832776?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/919926826952832776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=919926826952832776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/919926826952832776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/919926826952832776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-8891036234986066444</id><published>2009-12-24T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T23:29:09.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of wasted time and facked trials.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="visibility: visible; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Its been pretty fine with me. Things have been so monotonous :|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind. These days I am closely following the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible; font-style: italic; font-family: georgia; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ruchika&lt;/em&gt; Girhotra molestation issue. The smile which that "bastard" wore after coming out of the court was so facking sinister :\ I mean after 19 years of toiling he got a bloody "6 months" in jail and a "1000 Rs" fine. WOTTHEFACK?!?! I mean that is bloody amazing. And that too the man will be out on bail/remand/bullshit/blah for whole of the 6 months. I think....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Indian Penal Code sucks&lt;br /&gt;2. Mr. Rathore is a murderer. He actually drove the girl to commit suicide and facking made sure that life of his brother is damaged too.&lt;br /&gt;3. What kind of a woman is his wife?!?! I mean walking with a grinning-child-molester-son-of-a-whore. Plain sadness.&lt;br /&gt;4. The powerful will just protect the powerful in our country. And that "COMMON MAN" will be raped and molested and killed and blah. Nothing beats that. And actually it is pretty hilarious after a  point in time&lt;br /&gt;5. People like "ME" and "YOU" and the whole of the media just talks about it when its in the talks. We forget about it pretty soon. And we just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My exams are up my arse again. New year owned too :\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Chirstmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: As a kid, I used to love singing Christmas Carols at the top of my voice. These days used to be fun at school. I don't know. I want to be back with my friends. This place is too artificial. People just wear plastic emotions here -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580340544556007703-8891036234986066444?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/8891036234986066444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=8891036234986066444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/8891036234986066444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/8891036234986066444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2009/12/of-wasted-time-and-facked-trials.html' title='Of wasted time and facked trials.'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-7951337609800072474</id><published>2009-07-26T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T10:03:40.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>Now I know what parents feel when they make a facking clown out of themselves to entertain their child throughout the day and just before going to bed the kid pwns them about something as small as one in a million.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580340544556007703-7951337609800072474?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/7951337609800072474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=7951337609800072474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/7951337609800072474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/7951337609800072474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2009/07/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-565900998881385399</id><published>2009-07-20T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T06:42:59.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To you people &lt;3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Cough. Cold. Sleeplessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And in that. I thought about all my friends. I remembered everyone. It is possible that we are not able to talk as much as we used to. Or we couldn't start talking to each other inspite of hoping to do so. Or we couldn't get hold of each other. Or I was a disgrace. A wheathead Or some other facking bullshit. I still remember each one of you. I still find solace in the fact that I have been blessed enough to have you people around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Thankyouverymuch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;For,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;your time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;For,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the space.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;For,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;For,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;the very sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;of your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580340544556007703-565900998881385399?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/565900998881385399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=565900998881385399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/565900998881385399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/565900998881385399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2009/07/to-you-people-3.html' title='To you people &lt;3'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-2021135514389863815</id><published>2009-06-07T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T12:57:28.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowww-Ringgg.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Everything is so dim. The house. My place. My room. My air conditioner. People. Each and every &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; thing. I feel so outta zeal. Everything is so slow paced. Someone said..When you feel bored..its probably that you're bored of yourself. But the point being that I can't see no change in myself. So, it can be that I am bored of me being me. But people tell me that you don't need to change? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Butwai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;? Don't we get bored of ourselves if we don't change? But then people start complaining if you do. Everyone cannot be happy. I guess you have to pick and choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Disappointed in people. I try my best(est). Not matter how hard I try. I guess I'll be a better person if I start caring less :| Only if I start bothering less. Only if I don't give a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;fack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. People not willing to stand by their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;commitments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. One facking thing I hate is that lousy reasoning. That nagging. That bloddy irritating habbit. It is sux.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I don't know. I'll be better in a few days. I used to care like 100x. I do 30x. I will make it to an x sometime soon XD Bwahahahhaha. Flawless victory. Its not that folks at home irritate me. They are such lovely souls. I guess its in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I live on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Au Revior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;PS: I think I should probably blog a little about my happy-ish moments. I guess when I will read this place in some time from now then all I will get is that I was a lousy arse bway. I'll let you know about those thrills and all. All coming up very soon. This will be a happy place &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580340544556007703-2021135514389863815?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/2021135514389863815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=2021135514389863815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/2021135514389863815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/2021135514389863815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2009/06/bowww-ringgg.html' title='Bowww-Ringgg.'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-8492475836270376534</id><published>2009-06-04T23:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T23:16:39.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F.a.c.k.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;It feels great to see my family being complete once again. We dine as a happy family. We sit together as a happy family. Its all good :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Random thought of the day -&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Disinterest and Failing to support your words with deeds kills everything. Trust. Hope. Frienship. Marriage. Love. Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't make it up in the air. iExperience it =]&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/580340544556007703-8492475836270376534?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/8492475836270376534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=8492475836270376534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/8492475836270376534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/8492475836270376534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2009/06/fack.html' title='F.a.c.k.'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-8808236308784770775</id><published>2009-05-20T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T11:32:37.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;How I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;How I wish you were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I say yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I say I care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;I respect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait till I start to not care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait for my patience to disappear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Wait till I don't have it in me anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;For everyone but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;And then you'll say yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Respect I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Care I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Talk I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Laugh I will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;But for your yes it'll be a no from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;PS: I'm in love with Pink Floyd. Gilmour forever \m/ ^:)^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;What the fack. I can't help myself posting the whole song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,&lt;br /&gt;blue skies from pain.&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?&lt;br /&gt;A smile from a veil?&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you can tell?&lt;br /&gt;And did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;Hot ashes for trees?&lt;br /&gt;Hot air for a cool breeze?&lt;br /&gt;Cold comfort for change?&lt;br /&gt;And did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?&lt;br /&gt;How I wish, how I wish you were here.&lt;br /&gt;We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,&lt;br /&gt;Running over the same old ground.&lt;br /&gt;What have you found? The same old fears.&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580340544556007703-8808236308784770775?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/8808236308784770775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=8808236308784770775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/8808236308784770775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/8808236308784770775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2009/05/randomness.html' title='Randomness.'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-718019237856737931</id><published>2009-05-18T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T06:50:53.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Definitely Maybe</title><content type='html'>I accept.&lt;br /&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt; I regret.&lt;br /&gt;You don't forget people that easily. You don't stop wishing for them so easily. You just don't. And I'm no different. Things have changed. Situations have.But not me.  Priorities for some have. But not for me. It may look like they have. But you cant make that out from such a distance. You'll still find me sitting round the corner. Just the same way you did once. You just have to pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intent without action. And action without intent. Both are useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580340544556007703-718019237856737931?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/718019237856737931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=718019237856737931' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/718019237856737931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/718019237856737931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2009/05/definitely-maybe.html' title='Definitely Maybe'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-5682794539353813481</id><published>2009-03-18T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T11:15:23.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rayne.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Current Mood: Ecstatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Listening to: November Rain- Guns N' Roses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Thought of the moment: Exams are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;facking&lt;/span&gt; such a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;facking&lt;/span&gt; waste of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;facking&lt;/span&gt; time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Cause darling when I hold you...Don't you know I feel the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Wasssaaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; I take immense pride and honor in letting you people know that I through with my first internal exams in grand fashion. I almost got &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;pwned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; by a few question papers. But then its &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. Being perfect will be so boring. My ear is kind of fine. As it should be. Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;!! I have to tell you this....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;The Taliban morons issued a new fatwa which bans the use of condom in the areas controlled by them....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ROFLCORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;!! What the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;fack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;?! I mean this is the height of backwardness, illiteracy and inconsideration and I don't know what not. I am very sure everyone is sick and tired of this shit. I I hope and believe that this is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; of the end of these scum eating faggots. They can almost see it coming. I wonder if there is something worse than hells which awaits them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Anyways it just came to my mind that how important is for a person to know when to say a firm "No". There are certain things which are beyond the limits and scope of compromising. And what else...5 exams in 3 days. Total disaster for the arse. It is like a fucking marathon where you don't even get to see new scenarios. Same old college. Same old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;classroom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. Same old &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;facking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And what else? Yeah....I experienced something very unusual in my life today. Couldn't see it coming...like at all. I am sure I will write about it very soon. Its just that I am shit tired today. Oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;fack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;. India &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;NewZealand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; match from 3:30 Am. I have to have to watch it. Lets see what is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt; order of &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;teh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; night. Now I cant &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;typwe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;antymowre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; ands my ayes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;canntt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;animre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Cheers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580340544556007703-5682794539353813481?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/5682794539353813481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=5682794539353813481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/5682794539353813481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/5682794539353813481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2009/03/rayne.html' title='Rayne.'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-7178326506334536488</id><published>2009-03-16T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T13:40:03.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Payne.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Current mood: Defeated, Owned and Pwned.&lt;br /&gt;Current song: No ceiling - Eddie Vedder&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about: The 2nd exam.&lt;br /&gt;On the clock: 2:06&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Wtfaxxx!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Got 2 exams tomorrow. 10-12 and 2-4. The area around my ear lobe and my wisdom tooth both are shit swelled. I can barely speak. Don't feel like studying. Don't feel like sleeping. Some escapism please. It is such a shithole.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;"As I walk the hemisphere...got my wish to up and disappear"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And hence I disappear. Wait. Sometimes I wonder...what heals swelling better...Hot water bottle..or Ice pack. It is very confusing you know. I never have a very clear idea when to go for the former. I personally prefer the latter. Disturbi4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Cheers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;PS: Nostalgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580340544556007703-7178326506334536488?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/7178326506334536488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=7178326506334536488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/7178326506334536488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/7178326506334536488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2009/03/payne.html' title='Payne.'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-8974116600883479014</id><published>2009-02-23T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T11:11:06.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep down below.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Its not very often that I look myself in the face and say "What the fack?". Today while I was on my way back after having a peach of a day with my friends I suddenly realized that there are not a lot of things to my life at this particular stage. All right I do have friends but still. My academics are going down..I am not as happy as I used to be. People still say that they do find me chirpy and upbeat most of the time. It is so ,but there are times when I wonder as to how my life is shaping up. Its like I have widthdrawn my foot off the gas pedal and my aspirations and dreams all all going into a pitch black valley of disappointments. I never used to think about this before. Because everything used to be just about fine. With a lot of my friends around me...everything was fine. Such things never used to pinch me as I had people to cheer me up and talk to me. I must and I must take everything tad more seriously. This is happenening and I really have to pull my socks up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&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="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ohh and yes...Life isn't all that bad. Fack it and it'll all be ok. Don't let it fack you. Just take good care of it unlike me. Its like life is just setting me up for the pwning punch. Wake up time.&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="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&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="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Cheers and I will see you tomorrow. &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="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&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="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;PS: See. This is just what I mean. I promised I will be regular here. But I am not. I don't like this in me. Never used to happen before. Is it my shitty casual approach?!&lt;/span&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/580340544556007703-8974116600883479014?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/8974116600883479014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=8974116600883479014' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/8974116600883479014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/8974116600883479014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2009/02/deep-down-below.html' title='Deep down below.'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-4937857081269652616</id><published>2009-01-08T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T11:40:09.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Does it Feel?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Ass-salaam-o-aleykum&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;...Bah! What the fack are you doing? XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Even the title isn't original. As if the first line is. Yeah as Mr. Bob Dylan enquires...How does it feel?. I bet the answer to this invariably is "Fine". But is it so? I've been called names during the day. Kicked. Thrashed. But at the end of the day..."Fine". Facking fine. I guess the onus should be on opening up. Letting people know how you feel isn't all that bad. Asking people how they feel isn't all that bad. But then...hah! Like a rolling stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Weirdness at its best. Just the other day me and my friend were talking about this. Its awkward. Very. But then yea "Nothing much" Rules. The smartest way to skip the question. Facking shit man. I feel terrible. Can't help it. Its me. But then. Flip side of the coin..That's you. That's everyone but me. Hmmm facking complicated. I guess acting like a bastard pays.Bigtime. Be a bastard. Everyone. Careless. Selfish. Insensitive. Bastard. Fack yeah. Prime objective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Arghh...I want to write a lot. I will be away for about 10 days. Yea serious. 10 long days. Without internet. Shit man I will have to scratch my crotch all along. 10 days. Fack man. zomg. Me be a programmer. Me be making a game...Fackman. Pacman. Fackman. Bwahahahahha XD Glimpses of sheer genius. Arghh what else...Sanjay dutt...Politics. Blah! Go Mayawati...LMAO. What else? What else? I'm pwning people bigtime in Counter Strike. Like totally &gt;_&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I guess that will be it. I am slowly but surely turning into a boring retard. Yea stone me. See if I care. If people can't be themselves...you sure don't know what others are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Good Night people. And yes do have facking fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Hasta La Vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;PS: Microsoft be sued. Vista?!?!?! Facking coincidence?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580340544556007703-4937857081269652616?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/4937857081269652616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=4937857081269652616' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/4937857081269652616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/4937857081269652616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-does-it-feel.html' title='How Does it Feel?!?!'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-8088026763381690313</id><published>2008-12-22T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T10:44:14.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Black.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Months after it never ceases to haunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Better it will be for me to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;For me to reflect. For me to show interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Should swallow the bitter pill with music's tonic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;And tomorrow will be better suited for the quest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;The Quest. To learn. To stop feeling bleak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;From you, all I ask it for honesty. For courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;For myself, all I wish is to induce happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;And he wouldn't be free as he was before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;And it all wouldn't be the same as it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Never.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;And.&lt;br /&gt;What the fack?!&lt;br /&gt;It was all meant for something else. Not for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;Not exactly in the mood to write. Had this one written somewhere. So posted just bcas I said I will be regular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good Night \m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580340544556007703-8088026763381690313?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/8088026763381690313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=8088026763381690313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/8088026763381690313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/8088026763381690313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2008/12/back-in-black.html' title='Back in Black.'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-7436242094514054193</id><published>2008-12-20T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T06:18:56.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[Of Exams, Stubbornness and.....Pwnage]**</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Breaking News: I have finally decided to spend some more time in here. Yes. I know billions and trillions and zillions have always wanted me to do this. So, make sure you celebrate.Cheers!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;4 hrs of Gaming. 2 shameless hours of trying to study. 2 hrs of sleep. And the rest. Well n0 porn. Just the regular usual shit. Shit man...These exams. I hardly had the time to do anything. My gaming buddies missed me so much that a few of them slashed their wrists and a handful tried to kill themselves by jumping off their gay pink bunk bed.  12 15 17 19 27. Almost everyone around me is familiar with these numbers. Exams.  12 15 17 19 gone. I got pwned. Now 27th. Total pwnage. 5 excruciatingly painful days of unadulterated pwnage.  What about you? How many days a week do you get pwned? Oh shit..Wait. Some people got pwned too since the last time I wrote.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;1. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;___Lmao got pwned with footwear. Made in Iraq. What the fack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Antulay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;___Biatch was trying to manufacture politics over martyrs.  What the fack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Patil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;___What more...I had to google to get his name. Filthy noob. What the fack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Sania Mirza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;___Keeps getting pwned every now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;5. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;rGv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;___rofl!!!! Terrorism tourism. Better sense prevailed. Got pwnd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;6. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Deshmukh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;___Son pwned his father along with no 5. =)) =)) What the fack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;7. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;My bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;___What the fack? It usually is smooth. Bah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;8. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;12 15 17 19.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;9. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Crank Callers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; =))=))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;English Cricket Team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;___lmao dhoni biatch. What the fack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;11. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Paki PeeyemM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;__What the fack? I think people should lie. But they shouldnt lie in front of the camera. You see it gets recorded and you pwn yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;12. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;PCB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;___ aaahahhaha XD XD Noobs. "We want cricket". Go fack yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;And a lot more. Incase out of my million ardent fans decide to give it a try lemme see who all got pwned. I finally got my bike done. Its better than ever. Shit man. Lovely piece o shit. It has been a LONG time since I had momos. What man! That momo guy mustve been missing me. How can I forget those lovely days.  On a serious note..I really think that the more time you waste..the more you think "What goes around comes back around". And yes. You have more time to waste. I guess my grandpa and this noble phrase are contradictory.  Lets pledge to pwn more people and self pwn and then blog about that. I sure will blog about how I got pwned. Like in Detail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Au Revoir :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580340544556007703-7436242094514054193?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/7436242094514054193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=7436242094514054193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/7436242094514054193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/7436242094514054193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2008/12/of-exams-stubbornness-andpwnage.html' title='[Of Exams, Stubbornness and.....Pwnage]**'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-9085899297875446912</id><published>2008-10-26T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T13:06:59.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_btUN2th3hoU/SQTI5nSzshI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SRpIZEqQvU0/s1600-h/DSC00415.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_btUN2th3hoU/SQTI5nSzshI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SRpIZEqQvU0/s400/DSC00415.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261551156801548818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Above: A huge gift hamper from Denmark. Some of the worlds best chocolates. 1 Facking bootyfool fragrance and my sad centre table. And MINDYOU that's not the whole shit. Dad had some more things in store which came out day by day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Bonjour...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm sitting with most facking-licious swiss chocolates..yes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Lindt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; chocolates and pondering..What a lovely day. You get man-handled around a busy market. And then you get in a train and someone asks you for a beedi. When you refuse then they say "Logon ke paas beedi ka bhi paisa nahi hota(People even have no money for a cigarette.) ".  And people mislead poor biharis into a local train and then laugh at them. Poor them. I feel so-not-good. Actually I've been feeling there and there abouts for quite a few days. Life needs a drastic change. How funny is it. When we get bored of ourselves and we got nothing better to do. We sit and blame our life. How sad it is. How we need to change it. Actually the only thing we get bored of is ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Since I started talking about it [yea thats just the way I lure you people ;) ]. Lets facking elaborate it a bit. I need to change a few things about myself---&gt;gender. But then lets talk about the less important things for now. Ok lets get back to it for some time. We do have a lot of free time..Isnt it? :D Hmmm yes..gender. Once I manage to get rid of it. You my friend...yes you...will be the proud owner of a gay metro sexual pink shirt. And my trousers. Yes those stinky ones. And I'm sure your life will experience a huge uplift. Now yes. I wanna talk about overindulgence. Over. Yes. I was talking about it to my friend. And one thing that came out as a conclusion was that.."The proximity of a change in the other person,a good change...the one I always want, tempts me into overindulgence. And on the other path I get screwed." But then someone told me that I'm born to be screwed. So that makes up for everything. But then for sure I need better ways to be screwed. I think so. And its so right. But life will be facking once again tomorrow. Once again I will be happy to talk. Happy to indulge. Happy to be screwed ;) Born loozar. I fear I might start hating people like me who indulge. I don't want to. Everyone does. I don't wanna be like everybody. Let them have their own facking ways. I will have mine. I don't say their ways are good. Neither are mine. But at least that gives me peace-o-mind. I hate sounding serious. I never love to. Its just that things keep mounting and then you get shit tired :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Not again. I wanna go to GIR. Great Indian Rock. I know I won't be able to. I still want to.I have always wanted to be there. And each and every time something fucks me. Not this time. BTW if you haven't started watching/downloading "Whose Line Is It Anyway" then your life sucks. And it really does. It is worth. Peace be with you and with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Au Revoir.&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/580340544556007703-9085899297875446912?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/9085899297875446912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=9085899297875446912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/9085899297875446912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/9085899297875446912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/above-huge-gift-hamper-from-denmark.html' title=''/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_btUN2th3hoU/SQTI5nSzshI/AAAAAAAAAJM/SRpIZEqQvU0/s72-c/DSC00415.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-1711964242041201410</id><published>2008-10-13T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T06:34:22.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Academic Institutions Suxxx!!</title><content type='html'>Welcome back Ladies, Gentlemen and a very certain Kjo's breed. It has been a long time since I have vomited something on a large scale. Ughhh this nausea is getting to my head. Ok Enough said and there is nothing more I can do to lure you into reading my goddamn silly post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Description:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duration: Fack you. Don't be judgemental. It will take only a few minutes out of your idiotic and lousy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mood: Howrgasmeec. No. Frustrated. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genre: Distilled Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok lets facking get straight to the point. I went to my place where I am supposed to study and not bunk classes. I don't. I mean I don't want to study. You really don't want to learn E=mc2 from those silly little I-am-the-prof kind of creatures. So I bunk. And these idiots don't even recognise and appreciate my right to freedom of speech "which is talking/commenting while the creatures are giving lectures" and my freedom to space "which is me going out of the class". I mean I only bunked 2 days and these bastards now expect me to hand them over a HUGE HUGE sum of 1 0 0 0 Bucks just cos I failed to fill the examination form in time. I mean the exams are from December or something. Can't they just wait. No they can't. Khujli. If anyone from my college is reading this then I am the roll no 1 of the first room on the third floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with family: 1 0 0 Bucks. Yea. Only fresh lime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner with friends: 1 0 Bucks. Not even drinking water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner alone: 5 0 0 Bucks.  What the fack? Don't you expect me to eat well in solace ?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Petrol worth 1 0 0 0 Bucks. PRICELESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are somethings which petrol cannot fuel. For everything else there is food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean isn't it insane. 1 0 0 0 Bucks?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 0 0 0 Bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= 40 Shawarmas.&lt;br /&gt;= approx 9 fackinglicious Zinger Chicken Meals&lt;br /&gt;= 20 Abso-facking-lutely loaded Momo plates.&lt;br /&gt;=20 Litres Petrol.&lt;br /&gt;= ++Money for my soon to be Ipod touch.&lt;br /&gt;= ++Balance on my phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How meaningless my life is without these 1000 Bucks. In the moment of complete honesty if you think that I don't deserve this treatment then please sit on your back in the sun and sip martini. And if you think I don't deserve a piece of shit then please bother yourself and send me the money. Don't worry. Small contributions will make a huge difference. And Bill Gates has agreed to give me 10 Cents for every click on my blog and 5 Cents for every link referel. Interested people can do so by leaving there email /blog/home/ office address or home/mobile numbers and if you are homeless and you dont have a mobile then please get lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then...Have a great day. And I forgot. My sincere regards to Mr/Shree Valmiki for his noble deeds. 14 October wouldnt have been a holiday without you. I look forward to inspiring all youngsters to follow the well laid path by Shree Shree Valimiki Ji. And may all 365 days be some or the other jayanti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: First room on the third floor is the Washroom. Please enjoy your stay there. The stay is  sponsored and free of cost. Courtsey: Your shameless brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580340544556007703-1711964242041201410?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/1711964242041201410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=1711964242041201410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/1711964242041201410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/1711964242041201410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2008/10/academic-institutions-suxxx.html' title='Academic Institutions Suxxx!!'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-855781349200816719</id><published>2008-08-19T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T10:25:35.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Fack am I doing on Earth?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_btUN2th3hoU/SKsB_vCossI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kHapIDOchQ4/s1600-h/me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_btUN2th3hoU/SKsB_vCossI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kHapIDOchQ4/s400/me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236281186219242178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_btUN2th3hoU/SKsCADg3d-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/DnZljCg3Uas/s1600-h/momndad.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_btUN2th3hoU/SKsCADg3d-I/AAAAAAAAAHE/DnZljCg3Uas/s400/momndad.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236281191714748386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&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/580340544556007703-855781349200816719?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/855781349200816719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=855781349200816719' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/855781349200816719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/855781349200816719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='What the Fack am I doing on Earth?!'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_btUN2th3hoU/SKsB_vCossI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kHapIDOchQ4/s72-c/me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-6370787359741146321</id><published>2008-07-23T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T07:56:49.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wtf Is wrong with Delhi you bastards?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;There was a time when I thought that Delhi was a place for humans and yea a couple of million animals to live in. But hang on...Its still true that its a place for humans and animals but the proportion has changed drastically. Now this is a place for :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;1. A million bastards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;2. A million perverts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;3. A million assholes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;4. A million dog-fucks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;5. And a zillion who are all the above four.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Incident #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;How about women in our oh-so-hep city? Why can't we simply burn these perv's ? Or get male gigolos to ass rape them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; I was out with this friend. A bastard pleads us to give him money. He was in a far better shape than me. Perfectly healthy. No disability at all. I refused. So then he walks away and while I'm busy checking out the hawt hawt chicks around, he makes those silly-lewd ass salacious gestures  and acts vulgar. I say wtf?! I mean that lousy * I-kiss-ass-u-suxx* beggar has the audacity to say that he will get her picked up. I say wtf again. But does that help..Simple..NO. Wait there's more...Then that bastard tries no in fact he succeeds in abusing me. I dont say wtf cos I'm used to it. Self pwner you see. But I felt sorry for my friend. I was trying to console her. But the fact was that even I was furious. Balls of fury. I still feel bad about what happened. But then wait..That's delhi...I jump into an auto-rickshaw. I say wtf? I didn't even go on my bike. Sad. I say wtf?! That fuckface asked me "You must have had huge fun with the chick" accompanied by that evil grin. I say wtf?! What happened after that wasnt the real me.  Thank you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Incident #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;As usual I am struggling on my bike. Yeah black *you-loser-respect-me* bike. I am going on my way to play. And these two people in their Honda *look-at-me-im-so-cool* city are ahead of me.  And then they honk their horn like shyt in front of that Police Check post. Yea you must have heard about those slimeballs bikerzzz in delhi who rape people of all their belongings. Yea the police thought Im one of the esteemed bikerzzz. Stopped me. Let me go. No. Why. You are an asshole. You suxxx. Check my license. Lemme go. I say wtf?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Delhi. I so thought I will have fun here. Its sad. It really is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; Dil waalon ki Dilli they call it. Bloody Losers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I say " What the Fack". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580340544556007703-6370787359741146321?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/6370787359741146321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=6370787359741146321' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/6370787359741146321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/6370787359741146321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2008/07/wtf-is-wrong-with-delhi-you-bastards.html' title='Wtf Is wrong with Delhi you bastards?!'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-580340544556007703.post-494231854982416749</id><published>2008-02-15T08:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T03:27:26.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times of a Wtf-ing bastard...</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;I battled to grasp when it mattered,&lt;br /&gt;The stubborn Rub of the green&lt;br /&gt;The look-ins fleeting by&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly alien as things have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me giving up would mean&lt;br /&gt;The effort was insincere&lt;br /&gt;Someone telling me to stop&lt;br /&gt;As if I had nothing to heir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endeavored, awkward,&lt;br /&gt;Embarrassed, exposed,&lt;br /&gt;Silver lining, the dark cloud, all floored!&lt;br /&gt;Time is plenty for all these to corrode!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obscene, Careless, heedless and Stupid,&lt;br /&gt;For, I never amassed all that “crap”&lt;br /&gt;For me to think and you to believe&lt;br /&gt;Again all this boils down to that very grasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have lost the battle&lt;br /&gt;But subsequently, will win the war!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say " What the Fack?! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/580340544556007703-494231854982416749?l=milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/feeds/494231854982416749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=580340544556007703&amp;postID=494231854982416749' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/494231854982416749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/580340544556007703/posts/default/494231854982416749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milkandlaxatives.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-and-times-of.html' title='The Life and Times of a Wtf-ing bastard...'/><author><name>Homer Simpson!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01680258614685536452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='25' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_btUN2th3hoU/R-UKD65khPI/AAAAAAAAADc/9QO1Y3Uc6vM/S220/blog_slash.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
