<?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-11926539</id><updated>2011-08-10T21:20:39.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ladyofdreams</title><subtitle type='html'>I know you  just want to kill me. 
End the pain inside.  
I still reached out my hand to you 
like AN INNOCENT CHILD!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-114491366024226549</id><published>2006-04-13T03:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T03:34:20.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'>derr</title><content type='html'>aag ho to jalne mein der kitni lagti hai &lt;br /&gt;barf ke phigalne mein derr kitni lagti hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chahay koi ruk jaye chahe koi reh jaye&lt;br /&gt;qafiloun ko chalne mein derr kitni lagti hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chahay koi jaisa bhi ham safar ho sadion se&lt;br /&gt;raasta badalne mein derr kitni lagti hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moum ka badan le ker dhoop mein nikal aana&lt;br /&gt;aur phir pighalne mein derr kitni lagti hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soch ki zaminoun mein raastay juda hoon tou&lt;br /&gt;durr ja nikalnay mein derr kitni lagti hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-114491366024226549?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/114491366024226549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=114491366024226549&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/114491366024226549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/114491366024226549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2006/04/derr.html' title='derr'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-113952516643099581</id><published>2006-02-09T17:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T17:49:23.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IRC Chat... All Hail</title><content type='html'>[Cthon98] hey, if you type in your pw, it will show as stars&lt;br /&gt;[Cthon98] ********* see!&lt;br /&gt;[AzureDiamond] hunter2&lt;br /&gt;[AzureDiamond] doesnt look like stars to me&lt;br /&gt;[Cthon98] &lt;AzureDiamond&gt; *******&lt;br /&gt;[Cthon98] thats what I see&lt;br /&gt;[AzureDiamond]oh, really?&lt;br /&gt;[Cthon98] Absolutely&lt;br /&gt;[AzureDiamond] you can go hunter2 my hunter2-ing hunter2&lt;br /&gt;[AzureDiamond] haha, does that look funny to you?&lt;br /&gt;[Cthon98] lol, yes. See, when YOU type hunter2, it shows to us as *******&lt;br /&gt;[AzureDiamond] thats neat, I didnt know IRC did that&lt;br /&gt;[Cthon98] yep, no matter how many times you type hunter2, it will show to us as *******&lt;br /&gt;[AzureDiamond] awesome!&lt;br /&gt;[AzureDiamond] wait, how do you know my pw?&lt;br /&gt;[Cthon98] er, I just copy pasted YOUR ******'s and it appears to YOU as hunter2 cause its your pw&lt;br /&gt;[AzureDiamond] oh, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;roflmao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-113952516643099581?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113952516643099581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=113952516643099581&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113952516643099581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113952516643099581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2006/02/irc-chat-all-hail.html' title='IRC Chat... All Hail'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-113804908999071403</id><published>2006-01-23T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T16:04:22.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elections Canada 2006</title><content type='html'>Ninety percent of the politicians give the other ten percent a bad reputation.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;i&gt; -Henry Kissinger- &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Devil's Dictionary&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POLITICIAN, n. An eel in the fundamental mud upon which the superstructure of organized society is reared. When he wriggles he mistakes the agitation of his tail for the trembling of the edifice. As compared with the statesman, he suffers the disadvantage of being alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    ________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when you give a politician viagra?&lt;br /&gt;It grows taller .... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-113804908999071403?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113804908999071403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=113804908999071403&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113804908999071403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113804908999071403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2006/01/elections-canada-2006.html' title='Elections Canada 2006'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-113653509965657828</id><published>2006-01-06T03:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T03:11:39.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitchstick</title><content type='html'>The tab in the taskbar blinks.&lt;br /&gt;At somehwere around 5 in the morning...sitting in front of her computer, she rested her chin on her right knee.&lt;br /&gt;Lit and took a long drag of her really long cigarette. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Bitchstick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And exhaled. Her right hand shaky, she looked at the smoke that left her lips. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ghosts. Of past.&lt;br /&gt;Flashbacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tab's still blinking.&lt;br /&gt;She hugs her legs tight to her chest. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Breath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its dark...really dark. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Flashbacks? Room? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Flashbacks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a dark night. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dark Past!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hears something break. It hurts too.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Heartache? &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Heartache!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh. She shuts her eyes. Her legs feels numb.&lt;br /&gt;She bites her lips. Hard. Blood...she tastes.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; FUCK.&lt;/span&gt; She bites harder. No more heartache.&lt;br /&gt;Opens her eyes...looks at the ciggie...takes another drag. Exhales.&lt;br /&gt;Dusts the ash on the floor. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WHATEVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tab is a solid orange now. Not blinking anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Takes another drag and watches the cigarette burn...the ember glow...the smoke rising from the cherry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Burn!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Legs still numb...still in an embrace.&lt;br /&gt;Closes her eyes again. Takes another drag and hears the ciggie burn. She can see his face. Her eyes pop open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Orange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciggie still in right hand...it moves towards the mouse. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Stop!&lt;/span&gt; Stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Last drag.&lt;/span&gt; She always loved the last drag. The way it burnt her lips.&lt;br /&gt;Looks for the ashtray. Can't find it.&lt;br /&gt;Peels the nailpolish off her left hand's middle finger with her thumb.&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Orange? Memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets the cigarette die between her index and middle finger. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throws it in the garbage can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Die!&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mouse moves. Right Click. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Close.&lt;/span&gt; Close.&lt;br /&gt;Turns off the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;SIGH!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-113653509965657828?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113653509965657828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=113653509965657828&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113653509965657828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113653509965657828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2006/01/bitchstick.html' title='Bitchstick'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-113616272699008278</id><published>2006-01-01T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T19:45:27.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some New year</title><content type='html'>Sighhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;I hate you guys... HATE YOU GUYS. STOP!! stop with all ur emotional drama and shit.&lt;br /&gt;stop calling me... cuz i wont talk to u. Even if i want to i wont.&lt;br /&gt;I hate you guys. U hurt me. Broke my heart. I've put up with ur shit all my life but i wont do it anymore. I ABSOLUTELY WONT.&lt;br /&gt;I DO NOT need you... I can live on my own.. i have been ever since i was a child. You guys were never actually there for me. Now you'll need me adn i wont be there and i shall sit back and watch.. Do nothign but watch how ur "good sons" look after u guys and take care of u. And then u'll realize that i did love you no matter wat and that its ur loss not mine. I am better off without ur bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New year's resoultion...&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Dad, Mohsin.... I will never ever see u again.. never talk to u again.. i will have  nothign to do with u guys ever again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HATE YOU GUYS :'( :@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-113616272699008278?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113616272699008278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=113616272699008278&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113616272699008278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113616272699008278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2006/01/some-new-year.html' title='Some New year'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-113571239772826162</id><published>2005-12-27T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T14:39:57.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoned</title><content type='html'>Maghroor hi sahi, Mujhe acha bohot laga&lt;br /&gt;Wo ajnabi tou tha magar apna bohot laga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rotha hoa tha, has tou para mujh ko dekh ker&lt;br /&gt;Mujh ko tou is kadar bhi dilasa bohot laga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sehra mein jo jee raha tha darya dilli ke saath&lt;br /&gt;Dekha jo ghour se tou wo pyasa bohot laga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo jis ke dum kadam se theen basti mein ronakain &lt;br /&gt;Basti ujar gai tou akela bohot laga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lipta hoa ho kohar mein jaisay khizan ka chaand&lt;br /&gt;Maele libas main bhi wo pyara bohot laga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resham pehan ker bhi meri keemat na bhar saki&lt;br /&gt;Khadar bhi us ke jism pe mehnga bohot laga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moshin jab Aayene pe meri sans jam gai&lt;br /&gt;Mujh ko khud apna aks bhi dhundla bohot laga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-113571239772826162?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113571239772826162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=113571239772826162&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113571239772826162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113571239772826162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/12/stoned.html' title='Stoned'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-113382573294580533</id><published>2005-12-05T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T18:35:32.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dil nahi manta</title><content type='html'>Kaisay toota yeh apnay pyaar ka silsila&lt;br /&gt;Pocha mouj-e-saba ne tou mein ne kaha&lt;br /&gt;dil nahi manta, dil nahi manta&lt;br /&gt;dil nahi manta, dil nahi manta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tou ne dekha tou aisay,&lt;br /&gt;mujh ko youn laga&lt;br /&gt;Jaisay sawan ke din houn&lt;br /&gt;aur kali ghata&lt;br /&gt;Janay aakhir mujh se&lt;br /&gt;kya hoi khata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main bhi majboor houn &lt;br /&gt;tou bhi majboor hai &lt;br /&gt;main bohot durr hoon &lt;br /&gt;tou bohot durr hai&lt;br /&gt;Kaisay kattay ga yeh &lt;br /&gt;sadioun ka faslaa&lt;br /&gt;Dil nahi manta, DIL NAHI MANTA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaisay toota yeh apnay pyaar ka silsila&lt;br /&gt;pocha mouj-e-saba ne tou mein ne kaha&lt;br /&gt;dil nahi manta, dil nahi manta&lt;br /&gt;dil nahi manta...... DIL NAHI MANTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-113382573294580533?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113382573294580533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=113382573294580533&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113382573294580533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113382573294580533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/12/dil-nahi-manta.html' title='Dil nahi manta'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-113172227400954368</id><published>2005-11-11T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:17:54.020-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly post - HELP-</title><content type='html'>So wat do u do if the guy whom you've had a crush on for over 2 years, out of the blue, asks you out.&lt;br /&gt;Invites you to a party where everyone expects everyone else to get high and drunk. And  as much as u'd love to do all those thinsg, you've given up on crap like that. Naturally, he too wud be drinking and getting high and wat not and u'd feel the odd one out. wud u or wudnt u go? &lt;br /&gt;:S&lt;br /&gt;dilemma dilemma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-113172227400954368?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113172227400954368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=113172227400954368&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113172227400954368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113172227400954368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/11/silly-post-help.html' title='Silly post - HELP-'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-113172201317805316</id><published>2005-11-11T10:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:13:33.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy BDay 2 uuuuuuuuuuuuuu</title><content type='html'>Little bro... Happy 16th bday&lt;br /&gt;love u always&lt;br /&gt;You rock .. merra pala angel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp; Peace ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-113172201317805316?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113172201317805316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=113172201317805316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113172201317805316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113172201317805316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-bday-2-uuuuuuuuuuuuuu.html' title='Happy BDay 2 uuuuuuuuuuuuuu'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-113172193295451590</id><published>2005-11-11T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T10:12:12.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious</title><content type='html'>Precious and fragile things&lt;br /&gt;Need special handling&lt;br /&gt;My God what have we done to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always try to share&lt;br /&gt;The tenderest of care&lt;br /&gt;Now look what we have put you through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get damaged&lt;br /&gt;Things get broken&lt;br /&gt;I thought we'd manage&lt;br /&gt;But words left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Left us so brittle&lt;br /&gt;There was so little left to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels with silver wings&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't know suffering&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could take the pain for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God has a master plan&lt;br /&gt;That only He understands&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's your eyes He's seeing through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get damaged&lt;br /&gt;Things get broken&lt;br /&gt;I thought we'd manage&lt;br /&gt;But words left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Left us so brittle&lt;br /&gt;There was so little left to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray you learn to trust&lt;br /&gt;Have faith in both of us&lt;br /&gt;And keep room in your hearts for two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things get damaged&lt;br /&gt;Things get broken&lt;br /&gt;I thought we'd manage&lt;br /&gt;But words left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Left us so brittle&lt;br /&gt;There was so little left to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       DΞPΞCHΞ MODΞ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-113172193295451590?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/113172193295451590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=113172193295451590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113172193295451590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/113172193295451590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/11/precious.html' title='Precious'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-112745050718346848</id><published>2005-09-23T00:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T00:41:47.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What were you in your past life??</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;Your past life diagnosis: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.&lt;br /&gt;You were born somewhere in the territory of modern Mongolia around the year 1300.&lt;br /&gt;Your profession was that of a chemist, alchemist or poison manufacturer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your brief psychological profile in your past life:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were a sane, practical person, a materialist with no spiritual consciousness. Your simple wisdom helped the weaker and the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should develop self-love and ability to implant hope into hearts of people. Ambition is not everything. True wealth is buried in your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out about your past life &lt;a href="http://thebigview.com/pastlife/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-112745050718346848?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112745050718346848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=112745050718346848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/112745050718346848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/112745050718346848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-were-you-in-your-past-life.html' title='What were you in your past life??'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-112744588802766965</id><published>2005-09-22T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T23:24:48.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Has Jesus Christ got a cellphone???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.landoverbaptist.org/news0102/phoneoffer.html"&gt;Find Out.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-112744588802766965?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112744588802766965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=112744588802766965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/112744588802766965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/112744588802766965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/has-jesus-christ-got-cellphone.html' title='Has Jesus Christ got a cellphone???'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-112744220203558649</id><published>2005-09-22T17:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T22:23:22.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm It!!!</title><content type='html'>SIGH!!! Okay.. so i've been tagged by both Bekighted and dearest Woozie. Obviously I'm not gonna do the same thing twice, and since i'm so "Inconsequential" to Beknighted that i got tagged as an after thoguht (I know Sajaad.. i'm being a complete bitch but lighten up... its a joke)... This one is for woozie.&lt;br /&gt;Oh btw Ozair...really nice sketches up on ur art blog :)&lt;br /&gt;So, here we go ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 years ago:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... I was 15 and absolutley heart broken by the fact that my first love had dumped for my best friend (wat a loser i was). Getting high and drunk and utterly wasted used to sound like a perfect idea. Was one of the top 5 class skippers in my skool and yet managed to pass , actually get straight A's in all my classes. Oh and was the one and the only desi goth at my skool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;1 year ago:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Had matured quiet a bit by last year. Moved into the lovliest apt. which i now think is a shit hole... and yet still living here. Adapted two cats and loved them more than anything in this entire world. Life's been so much better sincce then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 songs i know all the words to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien Rice - The blower's daughter&lt;br /&gt;Audioslave - Like a stone&lt;br /&gt;Vast - Pretty when you cry&lt;br /&gt;Jagjit - Kabhi khamosh baitho ge&lt;br /&gt;Nitin Sawhney - Heer Waris shah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(I can go on for ever.. Singers do need to remember all the lyrics for songs u know. :P)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 snacks i enjoy:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing special..just&lt;br /&gt;Baker's oven's cheesecake w/ chocolate syrup and strawberry topping&lt;br /&gt;pringles sour cream and onion &lt;br /&gt;Brownies with lots and lots and lots of walnuts&lt;br /&gt;Keema samosas&lt;br /&gt;and my mum's shami kababs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 things i'd do w/ $100 million:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy myself a huge mansion in france and live in it all by meslf&lt;br /&gt;get the new 2005 convertible XKR  w/ supercharged V8&lt;br /&gt;get all the cute and sexy gizmos that i want&lt;br /&gt;keep 40% of the rest to myself, give 40% to my family and 20% to charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm a very simple person... i am happy with these 4... dont need anythign else to do with the money&lt;/I&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 places i'd run away too:&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;France (Love the language)&lt;br /&gt;Italy (love the food AND the language)&lt;br /&gt;Japan (Love their animes... prolly make one of my own)&lt;br /&gt;Kuwait(Was born there)&lt;br /&gt;Lahore (lore lore ay after all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 things id never wear:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything in PINK&lt;br /&gt;anything in RED&lt;br /&gt;a yellow sari&lt;br /&gt;a white lehnga&lt;br /&gt;Purple pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 fav tv shows:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star trek (any)&lt;br /&gt;smallville&lt;br /&gt;friends&lt;br /&gt;everybody loves raymond&lt;br /&gt;will and grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 greatest joys:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my family&lt;br /&gt;my cats&lt;br /&gt;my casio keyboard&lt;br /&gt;dancing&lt;br /&gt;singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 fav toys:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;model guns&lt;br /&gt;cell phones (yes... they are toys)&lt;br /&gt;That's it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;5 People to be tagged:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandeep&lt;br /&gt;Masti&lt;br /&gt;Roma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; 3 should be more than enuf&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-112744220203558649?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112744220203558649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=112744220203558649&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/112744220203558649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/112744220203558649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-it.html' title='I&apos;m It!!!'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-112672640658978496</id><published>2005-09-14T15:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T16:27:37.236-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I own a Canadian????</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I know i've been away for a long time but thats cuzz i've been bz with classes and lazy cuz of my severely soar throat. Ne way, was browsign the net and found this. Its hilarious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dr. Laura Schlessinger is a radio personality who dispenses advice to people who call in to her radio show. Recently, she said that, as an observant Orthodox Jew, homosexuality is an abomination according to Leviticus 18:22 and cannot be condoned under any circumstance. The following is an open letter to Dr. Laura penned by a east coast resident, which was posted on the Internet. It's funny, as well as informative:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Dr. Laura:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for doing so much to educate people regarding God's Law. I have learned a great deal from your show, and try to share that knowledge with as many people as I can. When someone tries to defend the homosexual lifestyle, for example, I simply remind them that Leviticus 18:22 clearly states it to be an abomination. End of debate. I do need some advice from you, however, regarding some of the other specific laws and how to follow them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I burn a bull on the altar as a sacrifice, I know it creates a pleasing odor for the Lord - Lev.1:9. The problem is my neighbors. They claim the odor is not pleasing to them. Should I smite them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to sell my daughter into slavery, as sanctioned in Exodus 21:7. In this day and age, what do you think would be a fair price for her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I am allowed no contact with a woman while she is in her period of menstrual uncleanliness - Lev.15:19- 24. The problem is, how do I tell? I have tried asking, but most women take offense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lev. 25:44 states that I may indeed possess slaves, both male and female, provided they are purchased from neighboring nations. A friend of mine claims that this applies to Mexicans, but not Canadians. Can you clarify? Why can't I own Canadians?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a neighbor who insists on working on the Sabbath. Exodus 35:2 clearly states he should be put to death. Am I morally obligated to kill him myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine feels that even though eating shellfish is an abomination - Lev. 11:10, it is a lesser abomination than homosexuality. I don't agree. Can you settle this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lev. 21:20 states that I may not approach the altar of God if I have a defect in my sight. I have to admit that I wear reading glasses. Does my vision have to be 20/20, or is there some wiggle room here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my male friends get their hair trimmed, including the hair around their temples, even though this is expressly forbidden by Lev. 19:27. How should they die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know from Lev. 11:6-8 that touching the skin of a dead pig makes me unclean, but may I still play football if I wear gloves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle has a farm. He violates Lev. 19:19 by planting two different crops in the same field, as does his wife by wearing garments made of two different kinds of thread (cotton/polyester blend). He also tends to curse and blaspheme a lot. Is it really necessary that we go to all the trouble of getting the whole town together to stone them? - Lev.24:10-16. Couldn't we just burn them to death at a private family affair like we do with people who sleep with their in-laws? (Lev. 20:14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you have studied these things extensively, so I am confident you can help. Thank you again for reminding us that God's word is eternal and unchanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your devoted fan,&lt;br /&gt;Jim&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-112672640658978496?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112672640658978496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=112672640658978496&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/112672640658978496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/112672640658978496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-cant-i-own-canadian.html' title='Why can&apos;t I own a Canadian????'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-112362887370861006</id><published>2005-08-09T18:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T19:07:55.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>You understood me like no one else did. You listened to me when I needed a friend. Your arms were always wide open when I needed a hug. Your love gave me wings to soar. I wish  I Coudl do the same for you. You are awesome Mom... HAPPY B-DAY :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-112362887370861006?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112362887370861006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=112362887370861006&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/112362887370861006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/112362887370861006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-112226950328844831</id><published>2005-07-25T01:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T01:31:43.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-112226950328844831?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112226950328844831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=112226950328844831&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/112226950328844831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/112226950328844831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/07/you-say-that-love-is-nonsense.html' title=''/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-112130628277449090</id><published>2005-07-13T21:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T22:40:46.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Marble</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/640/marble%20under%20the%20table.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/200/marble%20under%20the%20table.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day at home.... she wouldn't come out from under the table... scared prolly.... I kept thinking to myself... GOD! she looks so ugly&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/640/marble%20standing.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/200/marble%20standing.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldie and marble... finally came out from under the table... and the first thing marble tried to do was get on the window sill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/640/pondi%20master.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/200/pondi%20master.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here is marble.. the greatest pondi master i've ever known.. yes..bigger then even ME. *Sigh*&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/640/snatching%20the%20ball.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/200/snatching%20the%20ball.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting friendly... raheem made a ball out of the aluminum foil.... apparently she loved... shiny things. freak had six toes on both of her front paws..used to grab stuff just like humans...&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/640/pari%20and%20marble.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/200/pari%20and%20marble.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting friendly with everyone... she was very social... pari is tryign ehr luck too... if u zoom in, you can count the 6 toes on her paws&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/640/marble%20and%20goldie.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/200/marble%20and%20goldie.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they never got tired of the ball... &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/640/mum%20and%20marble%20sleeping.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/200/mum%20and%20marble%20sleeping.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always slept with me... its funny how she was always a sound sleeper... how unlike cats&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/640/kitties%20sleeping.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/200/kitties%20sleeping.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldie misses her so much.. u can always tell.... she always looks so sad... looks for marble before going to sleep and then ends up beside me in my bed...  heheheh .. goldie always used grab and hug marble..cant u tell?&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/640/facing%20each%20other.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/200/facing%20each%20other.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poonders facing each other... 7 in the morning...looking adorable&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/640/watchign%20the%20fish.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/200/watchign%20the%20fish.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seems like yesterday..why wudnt it... pic form last week.... always fascinated by the fish and the fish always scared of the cats. :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/640/marble.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/200/marble.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looked weird....so... lifeless... limp.. tiny. :'(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/640/marble%20angel.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/200/marble%20angel.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest In Peace mela mablooo baby... i'll always miss you... miss the way you used to wake me up, fight with me, scratch me whenever i tried to give u a bath, look at goldie like she was crazy whenever she had catnip, pounce every moving thing, hide under the bed whenever i tried to grab you,  the scar i have under my eye from the time you scratched me in the kitchen, eat chicken out of my plate, lick my icecream, lick gulabjamun syrup off my fingers, out sour cream and onion chips from my hand. *sigh* :'( ... i'll always miss you my bacha... I wish you wud've said goodbye. but mostly, i wish you were still here... with me..*hugz*...you know you were the cutest thing on the face of earth&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/640/MARBLE%20TOMBSTONE.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/4688/200/MARBLE%20TOMBSTONE.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:'(&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-112130628277449090?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/112130628277449090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=112130628277449090&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/112130628277449090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/112130628277449090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/07/marble.html' title='Marble'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-111733062808650885</id><published>2005-05-28T21:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T22:20:13.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>Okay....so everyone gets sick of home once in a while and feels liek running away. Well, Ever since i started using blogspot, it feels liek home but now i am a little sick of it so i am moving away for a bit.... maybe i'll come back. maybe i wont. but for now, i've shifted &lt;a href="http://evillittlegirl.blog.ca"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe HOME UNNERVING HOME would soon be HOME SWEET HOME again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-111733062808650885?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/111733062808650885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=111733062808650885&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111733062808650885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111733062808650885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/05/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-111479635011653850</id><published>2005-04-29T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T13:39:10.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Interview with a .... Search engine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.satirewire.com/features/satire-jeevesinterview.shtml"&gt;this is hilarious&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-111479635011653850?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/111479635011653850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=111479635011653850&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111479635011653850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111479635011653850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/04/interview-with-search-engine.html' title='Interview with a .... Search engine'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-111471878772104587</id><published>2005-04-28T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T16:06:27.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:VERDANA, HELVETICA;font-size:85%;"&gt;Readers' Choice &lt;p&gt;    &lt;!--BEGIN_TEXT--&gt;The Philippine Star reported that George Mamaril, perhaps overreacting to his wife, Evelyn's, suspicion of infidelity, severed his penis on Feb. 22, wrapped it in newspaper, and tossed it through the window of her parents' house, where she was staying, with a note reading (in Filipino), "So you will not suspect I am courting another girl." [Philippine Star, 2-27-03]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talk abt being a dumbass...*snorts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-111471878772104587?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/111471878772104587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=111471878772104587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111471878772104587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111471878772104587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/04/ouch.html' title='Ouch!!!'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-111471333537797753</id><published>2005-04-28T14:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T14:35:35.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;woke up abt ten minutes ago and teh first thing i got to read today was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pet store was selling them for 5¢ a piece.  I thought that odd since they were normally a couple thousand each.  I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth.  I bought 200.  I like monkeys. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I took my 200 monkeys home.  I have a big car.  I let one drive.  His name was Sigmund.  He was retarded.  In fact, none of them were really bright.  They kept punching themselves in their genitals.  I laughed. Then they punched my genitals.  I stopped laughing. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I herded them into my room.  They didn't adapt very well to their new environment.  They would screech, hurl themselves off of the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall.  Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive: they all died.  No apparent reason.  They all just sorta' dropped dead. Kinda' like when you buy a goldfish and it dies five hours later.  Damn cheap monkeys. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I didn't know what to do.  There were 200 dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I tried to flush one down the toilet.  It didn't work.  It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet monkey and 199 dead, dry monkeys. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I tried pretending that they were just stuffed animals.  That worked for a while, that is until they began to decompose.  It started to smell real bad. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in the toilet and I didn't want to call the plumber.  I was embarrassed. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them.  Unfortunately there was only enough room for two monkeys at a time so I had to change them every 30 seconds.  I also had to eat all the food in the freezer so it didn't all go bad. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I tried burning them.  Little did I know my bed was flammable.  I had to extinguish the fire. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and 197 dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed.  The odor wasn't improving. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I became agitated at my inability to dispose of my monkeys and to use the bathroom.  I severely beat one of my monkeys.  I felt better. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I tried throwing them way but the garbage man said that the city wasn't allowed to dispose of charred primates.  I told him that I had a wet one.  He couldn't take that one either.  I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I finally arrived at a solution.  I gave them out as Christmas gifts.  My friends didn't know quite what to say.  They pretended that they like them but I could tell they were lying.  Ingrates.  So I punched them in the genitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;   &lt;/span&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/11926539-111471333537797753?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/111471333537797753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=111471333537797753&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111471333537797753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111471333537797753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/04/monkeys.html' title='Monkeys'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-111468271896258702</id><published>2005-04-28T06:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T06:05:18.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUH?!?</title><content type='html'>Things you can build with &lt;a href="http://www.fincher.org/Misc/Pennies/"&gt;pennies&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-111468271896258702?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/111468271896258702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=111468271896258702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111468271896258702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111468271896258702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/04/bluh.html' title='BLUH?!?'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-111467587005541326</id><published>2005-04-28T04:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T04:11:10.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Desert Garden</title><content type='html'>Do you feel like I do&lt;br /&gt;Tired of everything?&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel what I can&lt;br /&gt;Almost everything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna leave today&lt;br /&gt;The sky is big and my life is small&lt;br /&gt;I wanna leave with you&lt;br /&gt;So we can build a perfect garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are far away&lt;br /&gt;I can see them with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I watch then burn away&lt;br /&gt;Like the moments of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna leave today&lt;br /&gt;The sky is big and my life is small&lt;br /&gt;I wanna leave with you&lt;br /&gt;So we can build a desert garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are far away&lt;br /&gt;I can see them with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I watch them fade away&lt;br /&gt;Like the moments of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange how the houses look&lt;br /&gt;Exactly all the same&lt;br /&gt;And you're just a slave like me&lt;br /&gt;At least I know it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna leave today&lt;br /&gt;The sky is big and my life is small&lt;br /&gt;I wanna leave with you&lt;br /&gt;So we can build a desert garden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are far away&lt;br /&gt;I can see them in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;We watch them fade away&lt;br /&gt;Like the moments of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; Vast - Desert Garden&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-111467587005541326?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/111467587005541326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=111467587005541326&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111467587005541326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111467587005541326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/04/desert-garden.html' title='Desert Garden'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-111467463663829406</id><published>2005-04-28T03:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T03:50:36.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's laws.</title><content type='html'>And my all time fav wud be... &lt;a href="http://www.murphys-laws.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-111467463663829406?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/111467463663829406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=111467463663829406&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111467463663829406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111467463663829406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/04/murphys-laws.html' title='Murphy&apos;s laws.'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-111467404583714332</id><published>2005-04-28T03:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T03:40:45.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smack the pingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://casper.ru/temp/pingu/?namn=406"&gt;Here.&lt;/a&gt;  I'm hooked. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-111467404583714332?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/111467404583714332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=111467404583714332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111467404583714332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111467404583714332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/04/smack-pingo.html' title='Smack the pingo'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-111467358771536692</id><published>2005-04-28T03:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T03:33:07.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ColorQuiz.com</title><content type='html'>Take the test at &lt;a href="http://colorquiz.com"&gt;ColorQuiz&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; My Result&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Existing Situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive and understanding but under some strain; needs to unwind in the&lt;br /&gt;company of someone close to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Stress Sources&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive, and susceptible to gentleness and delicacy of feeling, with a desire&lt;br /&gt;to blend into some sort of mystic fusion of erotic harmony. However, this desire&lt;br /&gt;remains unsatisfied due to the lack of a suitable partner or adverse conditions,&lt;br /&gt;and she keeps a strict and watchful control on her emotional relationships as&lt;br /&gt;she needs to know precisely where she stands. Is fastidious, esthetic, and has a&lt;br /&gt;cultured taste which allows her to form and express her own taste and judgment,&lt;br /&gt;especially in the fields of art and artistic creativity. Strives to ally with&lt;br /&gt;others who can assist her in her intellectual or artistic growth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Restrained Characteristics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feels listless, hemmed in, and anxious; considers that circumstances and forcing&lt;br /&gt;her to restrain her desires. Wants to avoid open conflict with others and to&lt;br /&gt;have peace and quiet.&lt;P&gt;Feels that she cannot do much about her existing&lt;br /&gt;problems and difficulties and that she must make the best of things as they are.&lt;br /&gt;Able to achieve satisfaction through sexual activity.&lt;P&gt;Wants to broaden her&lt;br /&gt;fields of activity and insists that her hopes and ideas are realistic.&lt;br /&gt;Distressed by the fear that she may be prevented from doing what she wants;&lt;br /&gt;needs both peaceful conditions and quiet reassurance to restore her&lt;br /&gt;confidence.&lt;P&gt;Feels that she is burdened with more than her fair share of&lt;br /&gt;problems. However, she sticks to her goals and tries to overcome her&lt;br /&gt;difficulties by being flexible and accommodating.&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Desired Objective&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering from the effects of those things which are being rejected as&lt;br /&gt;disagreeable, and is strongly resisting them. Just wants to be left in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Actual Problem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her natural ability to examine everything with critical discrimination has been&lt;br /&gt;distorted into an attitude of harsh disapproval, which opposes and denigrates&lt;br /&gt;without regard to the real facts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-111467358771536692?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/111467358771536692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=111467358771536692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111467358771536692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111467358771536692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/04/colorquizcom.html' title='ColorQuiz.com'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-111467335832647559</id><published>2005-04-28T03:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T03:29:18.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Art Pad</title><content type='html'>I do it to relax myself... see if it works for you.&lt;br /&gt;here's one of em. &lt;a href="http://artpad.art.com/?ifnb7415p3l0"&gt; MY Sunset&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-111467335832647559?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/111467335832647559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=111467335832647559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111467335832647559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111467335832647559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/04/art-pad.html' title='Art Pad'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-111463272791938231</id><published>2005-04-27T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T16:12:07.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Babies</title><content type='html'>Babies with beard. Here's the&lt;a href="http://www.secretlair.com/babieswithbeards/"&gt; link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-111463272791938231?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/111463272791938231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=111463272791938231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111463272791938231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111463272791938231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/04/babies.html' title='Babies'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-111447511196827271</id><published>2005-04-25T20:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T20:25:11.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walden</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.  I did not wish to lice what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan like as to pit to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion. For most men, it appears to me, are in a strange uncertainty about it, whether it is of the devil or of God, and have &lt;b style=""&gt;somewhat hastily&lt;/b&gt; concluded that it is the chief end of man here to “glorify God and enjoy him forever”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;Still we live meanly, like ants; though the fable tells us that we were long ago changed into men; like pygmies we fight with cranes; it is error upon error, and clout upon clout, and out best virtue has for its occasion a superfluous and evitable wretchedness.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Our life is frittered away by detail. An honest man has hardly need to count more then his ten fingers, or in extreme cases he may add his ten toes, and lump the rest. Simplicity, simplicity, simplicity! I say, let your affairs be two or three, and not a hundred or a thousand; instead of a million count a half a dozen, and keep your accounts on your thumb-nail.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;                                          From "Walden" by Henry David Thoreau&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-111447511196827271?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/111447511196827271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=111447511196827271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111447511196827271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111447511196827271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/04/walden.html' title='Walden'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-111413753609640488</id><published>2005-04-21T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T22:38:56.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kabhi...</title><content type='html'>Kabhi khamosh baitho ge&lt;br /&gt;kabhi kuch gungunao ge&lt;br /&gt;main utna yaad aaon ga&lt;br /&gt;mujhe jitna bholao ge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;koi jab poch baithay ga&lt;br /&gt;khamoshi ka sabab tumse&lt;br /&gt;bohot samjhana chaho ge&lt;br /&gt;magar samjha na pao ge&lt;br /&gt;main utna yaad aaon ga&lt;br /&gt;mujhe jitna bholao ge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kabhi duniya mukamal ban ke&lt;br /&gt;aye gi nigahoun mein&lt;br /&gt;kabhi meri kami duniya ki&lt;br /&gt;her ik shay main pao ge&lt;br /&gt;main utna yaad aaon ge&lt;br /&gt;mujhe jitna bholao ge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahin per bhi rahain hum tum&lt;br /&gt;mohabbat phir mohabbat hai&lt;br /&gt;tumhe hum yaad aayen ge&lt;br /&gt;humain tum yaad aao ge&lt;br /&gt;kabhi khamosh baitho ge&lt;br /&gt;kabhi kuch gungunao ge&lt;br /&gt;mein utna yaad aaon ga&lt;br /&gt;mujhe jitna bholao ge...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-111413753609640488?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/111413753609640488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11926539.post-111268414253053302</id><published>2005-04-05T02:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T02:55:42.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TULSI</title><content type='html'>So i went to `Sitara` and bought a bottle of tulsi...the supari.&lt;br /&gt;but it has no betelnut in it... i mean what's the fucking point of having tulsi if there's no betelnut in it.... i'd rather have some sonf and chawara instead of buyign the damned thing. *pissed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-111268414253053302?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/111268414253053302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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heart</title><content type='html'>Nothing's cheering me up. Not even the pleasent 18 degrees outside.&lt;br /&gt;Goldie and marble are sitting at the windowsill licking their paws and looking outside.  I think i'll take them out today...for a change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11926539-111265167678702172?l=nilesedge.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/feeds/111265167678702172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11926539&amp;postID=111265167678702172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111265167678702172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11926539/posts/default/111265167678702172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nilesedge.blogspot.com/2005/04/winter-in-my-heart.html' title='Winter in my heart'/><author><name>Łãďŷ Øf Ðŗêąmš</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09270389793396154712</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
