<?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-6227610933668794857</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:17:49.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now Where?</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nerdtests.com/nq_ref.html"&gt;
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uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6227610933668794857.post-7270904010993629689</id><published>2009-05-24T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T00:14:34.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sigh.....its been so long, an eternity passed, yet i still stand blind....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;LMAO....just noticed, google ads put up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 12px; white-space: nowrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Scientology ads on my blog(when!??!), mebbe I can sue 'em??? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&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/6227610933668794857-7270904010993629689?l=profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com/feeds/7270904010993629689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6227610933668794857&amp;postID=7270904010993629689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6227610933668794857/posts/default/7270904010993629689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6227610933668794857/posts/default/7270904010993629689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com/2009/05/sigh.html' title=''/><author><name>42</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363232165674068293</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-6227610933668794857.post-5090351353168454224</id><published>2008-03-04T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:30:14.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thyultimate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Ever heard of a Tamil Theravadin Zen Buddhist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Suresh Iyer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thyultimate:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; neither have i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Suresh Iyer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6227610933668794857-5090351353168454224?l=profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com/feeds/5090351353168454224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6227610933668794857&amp;postID=5090351353168454224' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6227610933668794857/posts/default/5090351353168454224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6227610933668794857/posts/default/5090351353168454224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title=':)'/><author><name>42</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363232165674068293</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-6227610933668794857.post-8526649166450209490</id><published>2008-02-08T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T06:36:09.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i want to dance naked under the moon around an intense bonfire, under the stars next to the trees, next to the haunting sounds of the jungle, in the wilderness, in the aliveness in the heart of life itself, with wild drums and wild guitar, i want to lie in my own sweat and blood as i feel pain and the intensity of life,&lt;/span&gt; i wanna see &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;the smoke reaching for the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;in a kind of wild mischievous and graceful way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; i dont see the point in going on day after day in this mundane society convincing myself of a purpose living the same mechanical life over and over again, as days go by i look back and i see a blank void that fills my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i look in the mirror reflecting my own glorious madness , the boiling blood of life and spirit slowly fade away like the dusty embers in a dying fire, the embers heat up again as a gentle wind blows and in sheer desperation they glow for the last time to feel and live once more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to break away from bondages and fly, to be the fire once again that would light for the will to live for the subtle life that flows around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to jump and to run, to fly and to drink from a cool shiny pond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#204a87;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  and i lay here stuck in my own mind a sort of golden cage, gold lusting me to stay slowly crippling my wings and the ability to fly away forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6227610933668794857-8526649166450209490?l=profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com/feeds/8526649166450209490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6227610933668794857&amp;postID=8526649166450209490' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6227610933668794857/posts/default/8526649166450209490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6227610933668794857/posts/default/8526649166450209490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-want-to-dance-naked-under-moon-around.html' title=''/><author><name>42</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363232165674068293</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-6227610933668794857.post-5251550090018842764</id><published>2008-02-02T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T14:00:00.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>a new madness is taking over me&lt;br /&gt;i don't know where im going what im doing, the whole life looks purposeless and meaning less and yet im scared i feel insecure, im not sure if i hate or i love, somehow everything is unwanted, its one of those moments when all you want is a fucking gun in your hand so that you can blow your own bloody head off, I cant take it anymore and I am not even sure of what, I want out of this life and just want to die, just lie down and in the cruel cold comfort just pass away, to not exist, to feel no more, to see no more, I cant take it, its just so depressing, either everything around me is insane or i am insane, i dont know the distinction anymore, im scared of myself, im scared of the future, im scared of the past, the present seems to hold no more meaning, its all insane, i want out, i didnt ask for this, at least if i lived in insanity i wish i wouldn't see it, i wish i had thought before the consequences of my actions, i have so many regrets that if i had i choice id never want to be born anymore, i am totally useless and unwanted, life seems so stupid and cruel, why have pain and pity? why have love and lust? why do we wake up every morning and look around and wish people a fucking good morning, why do we bloody wreck our heads over some fucking intellectual kicks? why do i do all this???? lie in bed in front of a fucking computer all day convincing myself that i can make a difference, that i have a meaning, i look pleading in the eyes of friends asking for some condolences for some comfort and all i get back is the same look, nobody can understand, and those who can helplessly look on, i cant understand myself anymore, i cant look in the fucking mirror anymore and be happy, who the fuck am i convincing? what am i trying to do? i have no fucking idea.......I just had enough, I just want out, i wanna leave, i wanna fucking pass away and never come back........&lt;br /&gt;and then i dont have the fucking balls to make the final cut&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6227610933668794857-5251550090018842764?l=profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com/feeds/5251550090018842764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6227610933668794857&amp;postID=5251550090018842764' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6227610933668794857/posts/default/5251550090018842764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6227610933668794857/posts/default/5251550090018842764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-madness-is-taking-over-me-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>42</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363232165674068293</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-6227610933668794857.post-4754871856647873916</id><published>2008-01-19T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T04:17:46.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the misty colors detach themselves from the plane,&lt;br /&gt;they rise and float, an origami of shapes,&lt;br /&gt;redecorating perception, redefining senses,&lt;br /&gt;walking me through realities, hitherto unknown,&lt;br /&gt;sensation disjointed, colors i now hear,&lt;br /&gt;i feel and smell the flashes of sharp contrast,&lt;br /&gt;emotions fly through doors of mental orgasm,&lt;br /&gt;vivid impressions and imagery come and go as i wish,&lt;br /&gt;and then all that there is fades,&lt;br /&gt;no light, no darkness as i float senseless,&lt;br /&gt;a sweet numbness touches me,&lt;br /&gt;rising into the infinite void, I am complete,&lt;br /&gt;with certainty i now know, that i am finally free........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6227610933668794857-4754871856647873916?l=profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com/feeds/4754871856647873916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6227610933668794857&amp;postID=4754871856647873916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6227610933668794857/posts/default/4754871856647873916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6227610933668794857/posts/default/4754871856647873916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com/2008/01/misty-colors-detach-themselves-from.html' title=''/><author><name>42</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363232165674068293</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-6227610933668794857.post-1548302015308188478</id><published>2007-07-09T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T02:18:58.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im still working on why man is different from animals so far ive only got upto "man is more destructive" as that agent said in the matrix humans display a behavior more like a virus than like a mammal, i totally agree with him. it seems like no one is really interested anymore in the higher values of love caring and sharing, of humanity...a culture of oneness and togetherness, along with a sense of individuality and respect towards other peoples choices and a universal acceptance of all kinds of behavior, rather than a society of cruelty and enforced rules, a society whose culture is making more money criticizing everyone else standing to pathetically lame beliefs, with amazing narrow mindedness nobody seems to realize that they are ALL going to die someday!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6227610933668794857-1548302015308188478?l=profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com/feeds/1548302015308188478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6227610933668794857&amp;postID=1548302015308188478' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6227610933668794857/posts/default/1548302015308188478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6227610933668794857/posts/default/1548302015308188478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com/2007/07/im-still-working-on-why-man-is.html' title=''/><author><name>42</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363232165674068293</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-6227610933668794857.post-5984856090300382760</id><published>2007-06-15T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T14:25:23.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna go......ASAP!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt;&lt;div class="1st"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivek&lt;br /&gt;lolz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;babes this oct i pass 12th (atleast attempt to do so) and im  joining call centre next month ....then off to NEPAL!!!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;YOHAOOOOAHAOP&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;div class="icon-i"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-i"&gt;marie.markarian &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="1st"&gt;what the fuck.. you're not continuing studies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;div class="icon-o"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-o"&gt;Vivek &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="1st"&gt;wish i had 4k now i leave in 15mins &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;well im passing 12th&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;then i really dont care where life takes me&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;div class="icon-i"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-i"&gt;marie.markarian &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="1st"&gt;life is what you make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;don't be a jerk and waste time ok &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;div class="icon-o"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-o"&gt;Vivek &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="1st"&gt;i &lt;b&gt;MAY&lt;/b&gt; come back in 15days or never at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;hell whats wasting time??&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;u think trying to earn money after spending half of ur life  reading tect books u could never even care about isnt wasting time?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;i think that qualifies for wasting time more than tripping in  himalayas does&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;div class="icon-i"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-i"&gt;marie.markarian &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="1st"&gt;yeah whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;go be a loser.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;div class="icon-o"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-o"&gt;Vivek &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="1st"&gt;lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;define a loser&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);"&gt;:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;if its a person who doesnt give a fuck and wants to leave all the  chaos and be peaceful is a loser the i proudly am&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;div class="icon-i"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-i"&gt;marie.markarian &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="1st"&gt;what chaos my dear? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;div class="icon-o"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-o"&gt;Vivek &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="1st"&gt;and ironically enough i dont even know if im wake up tommorow  hence i think life takes u...u just choose to tag along&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;hmm.....not chaos&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;more like restrictions&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;more like society&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;which sucks&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;hmm&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;i dont want to leave here&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;i just want to be some place else&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;and thats nepal&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;i wanna be a free bird&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;div class="icon-i"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-i"&gt;marie.markarian &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="1st"&gt;you already are a free bird dumbo... freedom is not in your  actions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;div class="icon-o"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-o"&gt;Vivek &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="1st"&gt;thats true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;but i cant yet live that knowledge&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;div class="icon-i"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-i"&gt;marie.markarian &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="1st"&gt;yeah I am not a hippie you got a problem with that?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;div class="icon-o"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-o"&gt;Vivek &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="1st"&gt;welll u know the world is an illusion then why do u still do  kriya??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;div class="icon-i"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-i"&gt;marie.markarian &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="1st"&gt;you are living it. you freely are making a choice of not living  it,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="Nth"&gt;it's your free will that chose it.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg"&gt; &lt;div class="icon-o"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation-o"&gt;Vivek &lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="1st"&gt;because its just intellect telling u havent experienced it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6227610933668794857-5984856090300382760?l=profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com/feeds/5984856090300382760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6227610933668794857&amp;postID=5984856090300382760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6227610933668794857/posts/default/5984856090300382760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6227610933668794857/posts/default/5984856090300382760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://profoundlysubtle.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-wanna-goasap.html' title='I wanna go......ASAP!!!'/><author><name>42</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363232165674068293</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-6227610933668794857.post-8885960008896781102</id><published>2007-05-22T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T13:52:27.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how Vivek gained perspective and became a poet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Vivek: &lt;/span&gt;dude i feel humbled&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;The: &lt;/span&gt;well guess what... everyday when i'm talking stupid  with you latenights, i'm talking to her simultaneously as well... she doesn't  affect my mind too much now...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Vivek: &lt;/span&gt;i realize i am not as cool as i though i was its  given me a dose of perspective theres so much i dont know and so much more to  learn , i have been positivly been a moron wasting my life, and its not just her  its look at all the others too, i mean i cant even answer a simple question on  relativity anymore and to think i took up commerce coz i had problem with 11th  phy&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;i havent even managed to pass my 12th commerce yet even  though its more of not attended the exam than fail, but i thought i was an  awesome guy whon noone could beat in a argument or be sarcistic like, it had all  gone to my head i take it i needed perspective&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;i really feel humbled&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;and hence will show more respect to anyone from now  on&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;The: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);"&gt;:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;wtf&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Vivek: &lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;The: &lt;/span&gt;all this JUST by knowing (next to) Nothing about  her??&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Vivek: &lt;/span&gt;its not bout her&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;its the turn of events in the evening&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;The: &lt;/span&gt;what else?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Vivek: &lt;/span&gt;that is taking nothing away from her&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;its just the whole argument&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;bout that poem&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;i know i never would have stood a chance anywhere&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;and also the light thing i got confused about&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;The: &lt;/span&gt;i'll show you another extract of my chat&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;wait a minute&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Vivek: &lt;/span&gt;and then reflecting back to how i was an year  before to what has become of me now&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;that hurt me the most&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;ive become egoistic and insufferable&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;an assole&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;asshole*&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;and what i was is gone the pride i held bout myself...that  myself doesnt even exist anymore&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;hello u listning?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;The: &lt;/span&gt;yup&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Vivek: &lt;/span&gt;ull never get another chance like this&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;The: &lt;/span&gt;contemplating&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Vivek: &lt;/span&gt;hence&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;i conclude i needed some perspective&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;and now that ive got one&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;i dont know what to do with it&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;The: &lt;/span&gt;it is now that you've start being an asshole&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Vivek: &lt;/span&gt;im sorry for my ignorance&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;and infinite dumbness of mine that u have had to  suffer&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;The: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);"&gt;:|&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;acting dumb is fun&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;it always was&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Vivek: &lt;/span&gt;its different from being dumb&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat in"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;The: &lt;/span&gt;your dumbness makes me love you even more &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;LOL&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Vivek: &lt;/span&gt;and an act for me has become reality&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="system1st"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 127, 127);"&gt;Sent at 1:33 AM on  Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="chat out"&gt; &lt;div class="msg 1st"&gt; &lt;div class="icon"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="salutation"&gt;Vivek: &lt;/span&gt;swell in the head where did u come from?&lt;br /&gt;where  did i lose all that i had?&lt;br /&gt;when did this act become true?&lt;br /&gt;when did i start  living my part?&lt;br /&gt;i wake as a baby and i dont know where i am&lt;br /&gt;what has  become of what that was?&lt;br /&gt;perspective i lost and insufferable i became...&lt;br /&gt;i  hope today this day that all will change....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;ahem u there?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="msg Nth"&gt;i decided to become a poet today &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 95, 255);"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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poet'/><author><name>42</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08363232165674068293</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-6227610933668794857.post-4325125977455548469</id><published>2007-05-19T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T04:32:26.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why now?</title><content type='html'>I could keep asking that to myself and i still would never have an answer.&lt;br /&gt;    A subtle persuasion from my brain to go ahead and make a blog was never enough, a determined and..................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    oh well nevermind now ill just type somthing later Namrata detroyed the great creative flow that was surging through me by barfing on yahoo&lt;div 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